Author: Yu Guangzhong
In childhood
Homesickness is a small stamp.
I'm at this end
Mom is over there.
When I grow up
Homesickness is a narrow ticket.
I'm at this end
The bride is over there.
We'll talk about it later.
Homesickness is a low grave.
I am outside
Mom's inside.
But now
Homesickness is a shallow strait.
I'm at this end
The mainland is over there
2. Businessmen's Night
Author: Feng Zhi
We sat quietly by the lake,
Listen to the swallows tell us about the quiet night in the south.
They brought the quiet night in the south,
The reeds at night are evaporating with strong enthusiasm-I have already felt the intoxication of the southern night.
Please smell the strong smell in the reeds.
You said that a big bear is always like a white bear in the cold zone.
Looking at it will make you cold all over.
At this time, the swallows skimmed the water gently.
Stars are scattered on the lake. Please look at the "stars" in this lake.
The starry sky in the south is such a scene.
You said you suspected the ginkgo tree over there,
It seems that the snow on the tree has never melted.
At this time, the swallow flew to a palm tree.
Sing a warm song. Please listen to the swallow's song.
This is the scene in the southern forest.
We don't always feel like tropical people,
Our chests will always be as calm as autumn and winter.
Said the swallow,
There is a rare flower in the south,
After twenty years of solitude, flowers bloom only once. At this moment, I suddenly felt a flower hidden in my chest.
It will open like a fire in this quiet night!
3. "Teach me how not to think about her"
Author: Liu Bannong
There are several clouds floating in the sky.
There is a breeze blowing on the ground.
Ah!
The breeze blows my hair,
Teach me how to miss her.
Moonlight loves the ocean,
The ocean fell in love with the moonlight.
The falling flowers on the water flow slowly,
Fish swim slowly downstream.
Ah!
Swallow, what did you say?
Teach me how to miss her.
Dead trees shake in the cold wind,
Wildfire burns in the twilight.
Ah!
There is still some afterglow in the west,
Teach me how to miss her.
Ah!
Such a honey-like silver night,
Teach me how to miss her.
Step 4 predict
Author: He Qifang
This heartbeat day has finally arrived.
Your footsteps sighing in the dark,
I can't hear the whispers of leaves and the night wind clearly.
The graceful hoof sound of elk running on the moss path.
Tell me,
Tell me with your bell, are you the predicted young god?
You must come from the warm south,
Tell me the moonlight there, the sunshine there,
Tell me how the spring breeze blows open the flowers.
How the swallows fell madly in love with Populus davidiana.
I will fall asleep in your dreamy singing,
I seem to remember that warmth, but I seem to forget it.
Please stop and stop your long journey.
Come in, there's a tiger mattress for you to sit on.
Let me burn the fallen leaves I pick up every autumn,
Listen to me sing my own song in a low voice.
That song will be as gloomy and high as fire,
Fire will tell the life of fallen leaves.
Don't go forward, there is an endless forest ahead.
The ancient trees are marked by wild animals,
Half-dead vines and pythons are intertwined,
There is no place for the stars in the thick leaves.
You will be too timid to let go of the second step,
When you hear the empty echo of the first step.
Do you have to go? When I walk with you,
My feet know every safe way,
I can keep singing the songs I forgot,
I will give it to you, I will give it to you.
The night cut us off,
You can look me in the eye in the blink of an eye.
You didn't listen to my exciting song,
Your feet won't stop because of my trembling,
Like a quiet breeze blowing through this dusk,
Disappeared, lost your proud voice,
Ah, you finally lost your tongue as predicted,
Young God, can't you speak when you die?