Put a piano on the sea
The piano becomes an island
My playing is the wave of drum
The sound of the piano is like complaining
The winding coast is covered with pearls
The sound of the piano reverberates
The swaying ferry weaves sunshine
Spread a leaf of poetry on the water
Poetry becomes an island
. Yang
Yang's handsome arm of history and humanity
Ah, the island of piano, the island of love
the island of poetry, Dream Island
My inner garden blooms in the tide
Words and music are interdependent and fall in love
Brilliant into a symphony of life and eternal cadenza of youth
Second, Gulang homesickness
being swallowed by the sea into a beautiful pearl shell
Acacia is the pain squeezed between my teeth
I am a distant wanderer
a small stone
faint streets
and bougainvillea
quietly colorful from the alley wall
during my fifty years of displacement. Who
came down from the shadow of the slope trees and hurried by with flowers
Who was raised in the deep streets and alleys
She was slim and slender
Even though there was little rain this summer
She was as warm as jade. No wonder
Lu Yu was unforgettable at first sight
From then on, the red line of lovesickness was long
The phoenix flower with soft heart and weak bones
. From then on,
when I was on the piano island, I was always in my dream
reminding me softly
the sound of light steps in front of the building
that modesty and demure
it is difficult for people to become immortals if they listen to the piano in Gulangyu
the sea surges again
the sound knocked on the steps of a row of waves
will separate the fatigue of their lives
. Time and space
whose skirt is slowly coming down the stone stairs
This island is a dream
The sea is slipping from green to deeper green
There is no need for mountains, no need for running water, no need for bosom friends
There are stones, sea water and piano sounds
When someone picks up fragments of Song porcelain from the beach
I can't recognize which century I am a woman
The sea
is like a loyal guard, rejecting the noise of the world
only allowing the breath of the admirer to be transported by day
lying in the swaddling clothes of the sea, and the hypnotic waves
are like a staff and a poem, so it is no wonder that
in Gulangyu, As long as you reach out to
casually, you can catch a note and a poem
If you haven't been here
You wouldn't know that there is a fairyland on the sea
If you haven't left here
You won't be afraid that your dream will have nowhere to live
There will be waves and drums. This island
Tonight, I
listened to the conversation between the waves and the island in my dream. Young girl with warm colors
This is the eve of Dragon Boat Festival
Many sentimental poems at home and abroad
Meeting on the island
No noise of cars and horses, no ambiguity of red lights, no conspiracy gathering
Only a secluded path leads to the dust
Only the breeze, egrets and sounds of nature come together to live
At the end of the sea, this corner
faces the vastness. I have a relationship with Gulangyu for
a hundred years, and after a thousand years, I will start again
Maybe, I will turn into a pile of sea waves
to ask her if she is okay
Maybe, I will turn into a cuckoo cry
to tell my conversion
and walk into Gulangyu. Only then did I find that
the waves of the sea
are so strikingly similar to the lines of the branches
Pick a bougainvillea and throw it into the sea
A shower of rain just falls
Birds singing on the shoulders
Lead the inner tide
Gently
Gently
Beat the track of the brig
When the music overflows a person.
The island in the waves is related to me.
When I visit you, I feel ashamed.
In the days facing the sea, I thought that you were an inseparable sea city.
I watched all day and boarded repeatedly.
You were fascinated by a pair of Iraqi people's eyes.
I let my frozen heart dream about the soul.
No matter the wind, no matter the tree or the sea.