First, "The farthest distance in the world"
Text/Tagore
The furthest distance in the world
Not the distance between life and death.
It's that I stand in front of you and you don't know that I love you.
The furthest distance in the world
It's not that I stand in front of you and you don't know that I love you.
But I love you so much that I can't say I love you.
The furthest distance in the world
It's not that I can't say I love you
I miss you deeply, but I can only bury you deeply in my heart.
The furthest distance in the world
It's not that I can't say I miss you.
But love can't be together.
The furthest distance in the world
Not in love but not together.
But pretending not to care when you know that true love is invincible.
The furthest distance in the world
Not the distance between trees.
But branches born from the same root can't depend on each other in the wind.
The furthest distance in the world
It is not that branches cannot depend on each other.
But those stars that look at each other but don't meet.
The furthest distance in the world
Not the trajectory between stars.
But even if these tracks meet, there is no place to find them in the blink of an eye.
The furthest distance in the world
It's not that the moment is nowhere to be found.
But we are doomed not to meet before we meet.
The furthest distance in the world
Is the distance between fish and birds.
One is in the sky, and the other is deep under the sea.
Second, To the Oak Tree.
Text/Shu Ting
If I love you,
Never liked climbing Campbell flowers.
Show off yourself with your tall branches;
If I love you,
Never imitate spoony birds.
Repeat monotonous songs for the shade;
It's not just like a fountain.
Send cool comfort all year round;
It's not just a dangerous mountain peak.
Increase height and set off dignity.
Even during the day.
Even spring rain.
No, these are not enough!
I must be a kapok beside you,
Standing with you as the image of a tree.
Roots, close to the ground;
Leaves, touching in the clouds.
Every gust of wind blows,
We all greet each other,
But no one
Understand what we said.
You have your copper branches and iron stems.
Like a knife, like a sword,
Like a halberd;
I have my red flowers.
Like a heavy sigh,
Like a heroic torch.
We share cold waves, storms and lightning;
We like mist, flowing mist and rainbow.
As if we were separated forever,
But they are lifelong dependent.
This is great love,
Loyalty is here:
love
Not only love your strong body,
I also love your stand, the land under your feet.
Third, "seeing and not seeing"
Author: Tashi Ramdodo
Have you seen me?
I was there.
Not sad or happy.
You can either read me or you can't read me.
Love is there.
Don't come or go.
Do you love me or not?
Love is there.
Neither increasing nor decreasing.
Are you with me or not?
My hand is in your hand.
Never give up.
Come into my arms.
or
Let me live in your heart
Silent love
Silence and happiness
Fourth, "When you are old"
Text/Ye Zhi (Irish)
When you are old and sleepy.
Take a nap by the fire.
Take this book down and read it slowly.
Dreaming about what you used to look like.
Gentle eyes reflect deep reflections.
How many people love your jubilant youth?
Love your beauty
Out of hypocrisy or sincerity
But there was one person.
Love your soul sincerely.
Love the biting wind and frost on your changing face
Bend down by the crimson fireplace.
Heart sad
Whispering about how Cupid escaped.
Stroll in the mountains overhead
Hide his face in the stars
Four lyric poems
1 homesick song
Spring breeze is soft,
Tears streamed down her face,
Leave the intersection of hometown,
Remember the customs of your hometown.
The autumn wind is soft,
Tears streamed down her face,
I miss my hometown a little,
Write a letter to the village entrance.
The mountain wind is soft,
Step by step,
Back to my hometown hill,
It is interesting to see my hometown.
2 reaper
I hope that in the cuckoo song,
Rows of ridges,
Since then,
There are years in sweat.
You are a singer of the four seasons,
Those rough hands,
Let me read the harvest from the cocoon flower.
The Milky Way at High Tide
Dancing shadows of trees,
Pull up the softness of the wind.
Light the moon that missed the fire,
I can't bear my lover's longing for love,
So tears,
Once let the galactic tide.
4 convergence
My emotions are like cups,
Helplessness is the moonlight in the sky,
Tears are sadness in a cup,
Swallow it,
But drunk and sad.
Four modern lyric poems
1. Don't think about it
A ray of sunshine shines obliquely on
In a lonely corner
An exciting piece of music.
Floating from yesterday's old place
Do you think I'm really not in pain?
Write thousands of poems
Carnival for a hundred days
Bright moon or bright moon?
The sea or the sea.
In the dream that night,
Did you cry, too
Don't think about it.
I can't feel the sadness in your heart
2. Whether or not
Red leaves fall in the dream.
Deep loneliness and pain.
Who is in a small house?
Pull that string.
The distant memory became a piece of cold ice.
Little tears
Like a blooming rose, with a faint fragrance.
It is still hazy not far away.
If it is the bright moon hanging in front of the window at the moment.
In your blood.
Are you as passionate as before?
3. Dongting Lake
The sun shines on Dongting Lake.
rippling with green wavelets
The music echoed in my ears.
Around Dongting Lake
Dongting lake, which can't get out.
Looking at Dongting Lake in the distance.
Dongting Lake is in my deep eyes.
Looking up is Dongting Lake.
Looking down is Dongting Lake.
Dongting Lake is beating a distant dream.
Oh, eight hundred Li Dongting Lake.
Your forever broad mind
Oh, Dongting Lake, the land of fish and rice.
Your tender and passionate feelings
4. for the sake of
be intoxicated
I held back great sadness.
Walk alone in
In the endless thorns
What about you? Look back.
You walked through Qian Shan.
Stand in
On the other side of the starry sky
I think so.
Is your sincerity or hypocrisy?
longing
The fruit of this life
Or the afterlife.
The sun rises high.
Cold burning
Those floating faces down there
There is a performance going on.
A wonderful play that bored me.
I have no other choice.
Look on coldly, hope
Turn it upside down at some point.
Enter and behave well.
A role in my life
Four lyrics of spring
Songs of spring
Spring Morning
Great beauty, little beauty, modest beauty
Wake up one by one
They yawn and stretch.
Rub good-looking eyes
Temper and blossom
The spring breeze of laughter opens its mouth.
I greet like the dawn.
Every time I reunite with them,
Write the truest lyrics for every reunion.
The secret of spring
I found you at the ferry in the twilight.
In many adjectives.
I can find out your name accurately.
You are the most beautiful one.
Your shyness reflects a river?
I have run out of ink in my body.
Stay, the most beautiful description of you in my life.
I am a wayward child, by your side.
A neurotic little flying insect who doesn't want to leave.
I'll give you a name quietly.
-Ling Huyu
Do you want to know what this means?
Your little name is Xiaoyu, and she is a
Fox gives orders.
This is my secret.
I'll tell you when I'm old
In spring
The weather is warm, and the earth has taken off its thick winter clothes.
Some faint words, running around in my mind.
Naughty wind, whistling, snapping your fingers.
Or, stroke the bangs on the forehead of the earth.
Plants sit on rattan chairs.
Comb long blond hair and talk about silk quality.
Flowers in spring know the secret of the dance forest.
They pour out their hearts and interpret their charm.
Trying to attract applause from all over the world
I saw them blowing kisses everywhere.
Say to bees and butterflies
Come on, honey, dance with me.
Don't hide in the back row
We don't have many good times.
Spend money freely.
Your appearance
Keep your eyebrows down and your fingers up. I like your appearance more and more.
I think you must know a lot about beauty.
You look better and better, the world.
It's getting better and better
My eyes always catch it in time.
The little flame you sent by express.
My good mood is all paths.
You see, it affects the traffic.
My heart, with the help of the rope of missing every day, is effortless.
Jump into your boudoir
Then, sit in front of you.
Look at you carefully
In your enchanting bloom.
My door is open and my mood is messy.
I can't measure any more
Tomorrow's sunshine index