1. "Street Market in the Sky"
Author: Guo Moruo
The street lights in the distance were bright, as if countless stars were shining.
The stars in the sky appeared, as if countless street lamps were lit.
I think there must be a beautiful market in the misty sky.
Some of the items displayed in the street market must be rare and rare in the world.
Look, the shallow Milky Way is definitely not very wide.
The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl across the river will definitely be able to ride their cows back and forth.
I think they must be wandering around Tianjie at this moment.
If you don’t believe it, please look at the shooting star, even if they are walking with a lantern.
2. "Laughter"
Author: Lin Huiyin
What makes her smile are her eyes, lips,
and the round edges of her lips vortex.
Beautiful as dewdrops,
The blossoming smile hides
in the flash of shell teeth.
That is a smile - the smile of God, the smile of beauty:
The reflection of the water, the gentle song of the wind.
What is smiling is her loose curly hair,
scattered next to her ears.
Light and soft like the shadow of a flower,
The tickling sweetness
rushes into your heart.
That is laughter - the laughter of poetry, the laughter of painting:
The traces of clouds, the soft waves of waves.
3. "Snake"
Author: Feng Zhi
My loneliness is a long snake,
Cold and speechless - --
Girl, if you ever dream of it,
Don't be afraid!
It is my loyal companion,
I feel a warm homesickness in my heart:
It is thinking about the dense grassland,
< p>The rich black silk on your head.It is as gentle as the moonlight,
sneaks past you;
brings your dreams to me,
Like a crimson flower.
4. "Farewell Cambridge"
Author: Xu Zhimo
I left as gently as I came;
I waved gently, saying goodbye to the clouds in the western sky.
The golden willows by the river are the bride in the sunset;
The beautiful shadows in the ripples of light are rippling in my heart.
The green banana-plants on the soft mud sway gracefully under the water;
In the soft waves of Cambridge, I am willing to be a waterweed!
The pool under the shade of elm trees is not a clear spring.
It is a rainbow from the sky crushed among the floating algae, precipitating rainbow-like dreams.
Looking for a dream? Take a punt on a long wormwood and slowly row upstream to where the grass is greener,
Load a whole boat of starlight, and sing in the colorful starlight.
But I can't sing, silence is the shengxiao of parting;
The summer insects are also silent for me, silence is Cambridge tonight!
Quietly I left, just as quietly as I came;
I waved my sleeves and did not take away a single cloud.