separate
White clouds are full of the sun; When Qingshan Huan slept,
Blurred as milk, veiled as a veil,
Apply makeup to the bride's face. Standing quietly by the window,
There are no birds in the sky and no shadows under it.
Only the fluttering breeze, only the distant clock.
The fundus is mortal, and the roots of the ears are mortal;
In her hometown, she is like a ghost.
Suddenly, suddenly, I thought of it!
Street lamps along the North River
There are dense blankets, which hide the brilliance of the day.
Loneliness and darkness hung over the silent river.
There is only one row of lights on the wall, half on and half off.
I'm still shaking in a flash.
How weak they are! But this is our only eye!
They help us understand nature;
Let's see a bright future.
They are good friends and give us hope and comfort.
Bless you, light, and wish you eternity!
Sense of inadequacy
He is the sun and I am like a candle;
He is the sea, powerful,
I am like his trickle; He is a locked moyun tower,
I am like a tower downstream, and he is like a bird.
Have a beautiful singing voice and fly freely in the sky;
Like flowers, brightly colored,
Blooming in heaven; I have nothing,
I have to stay in the dark.