Early summer, Jiangnan, dawn
Lazy moon
It's too late to lock the door.
The stars remain the same.
Rub your blurred eyes
yawn
So the rain came.
I forgot to ask.
How light the wind is.
How far is the dream?
two
Rain, coming, coming
Careful, like a flower needle.
Throw colored silk thread
Embroidered with Jiangnan
Blue waves rippled in the middle of the lake.
The fish stuck its head out.
Lotus seed opens the door of the boudoir.
Worms play chords.
Tadpoles push submarines.
Liu Er combs her hair.
Run to the feast of rain
three
Rain, coming, coming
Gently, like a girl.
Carrying a skirt as thin as wings
Dance melody
Ink dyed green
The outline of Jiangnan
More weights have been applied.
The jumping notes are getting fuller and fuller.
Flowers are the scenery of the stage.
The whole summer
In order to meet the rain.
Wear light or heavy makeup.
four
Rain, coming, coming
Slippery as lips.
Sucking a faint orchid.
Covered with shivering Jiangnan
Naughty grass
hold up one's head and throw out one's chest
Waiting for the rain to come.
Rain, Jiangnan Modern Poetry 2 has a kind of meeting, which is the first time, but it is like reunion after a long separation.
There is an encounter that amazes the time and warms the years.
Jiangnan in April is misty and rainy.
Dropping raindrops
Like an Iraqi whisper.
I haven't left yet
One wet slate after another.
Beads of rain fell from the sky.
Through the gray eaves, stay in the antique wooden lattice window room.
Gradually blurred
Outside the corner, some Spring Swallows are dancing and wandering.
Jump over your eyes from time to time
Occasionally, vendors passing by whisper to each other.
Then blend in with the crowd and disappear.
I am waiting for a corner of tang style Song Yu in this winding alley.
A messy heartstring, waiting for you to set it right.
Never believe in love at first sight.
I only want to believe that my previous life was doomed.
There you are at last.
Fortunately, I didn't give up.
As beautiful as I thought.
If your hands are soft, your skin is fat and your face is smooth.
All the beautiful years are dancing in your brow.
Bow one's head/head/head
Smell the scent of your hair tips.
Incense makes people drunk.
At that moment, it was like standing at a time node.
Back to the era of Tang poetry and Song poetry.
The same quaint town
The same Tsing Yi Lane
Similarly, the water flowing from the flowers
And you, young and elegant, have beautiful eyes.
Time is flowing and time is changing.
The only thing you can't forget is the lotus rhyme that belongs to you.
Since passing by, the calm heart lake has been maintained all year round.
It's as if you still entered a big stone, and you can't reach it without waves.
Endless ripples are all your drops.
Sometimes people have a strange familiarity.
What just happened and the people I just met have a feeling of deja vu.
That's because, in previous lives, it was so profound.
Time is too long and too short.
Perhaps, in the river of reincarnation.
Accidentally, I lost each other.
And the mark on the soul will keep flashing when we meet again.
It was a look back after forgetting the other side of Sichuan.
The sky is blue, it is raining, and I am waiting for you.
Text/rhetoric
Give it to my dear Jing Jun.
Your hair is waist-length.
I am willing to marry you.
Holding your hand
Help the old and take care of the young.
(of husband and wife) live together till old age
Hand to Bai Yue.