Xi Murong
The song of my hometown is a flute in Qingyuan.
It always rings with the moon at night.
The face of my hometown is a vague disappointment.
Like waves in the fog
After parting
Homesickness is a tree without rings.
Never grow old.
Author: Bian
Works: Out of chapter
Content:
You stand on the bridge and watch the scenery.
The landscape observer is watching you upstairs.
The bright moon decorated your window,
You decorated other people's dreams.
Teach me how to think about him.
Liu Bannong
There are several clouds floating in the sky.
There is a breeze blowing on the ground. ...
The breeze stirred my hair.
Teach me how to think about him.
Moonlight fell in love with the ocean.
The ocean fell in love with moonlight. ...
Such a honey-like silver night
Teach me how to think about him.
The fallen flowers on the water flow slowly.
The fish swam slowly under the water. ...
Swallow, what did you say?
Teach me how to think about him.
The dead trees shook in the cold wind.
Wildfire burns in the twilight. ...
There is still some afterglow in the west.
Teach me how to miss her.
Say goodbye to Cambridge again
Xu zhimo
I left quietly,
When I came softly;
I waved gently,
Say goodbye to the western clouds.
Golden willow by the river.
Is the bride in the sunset?
Shadows in the waves,
Ripple in my heart.
Green grass on the soft mud,
Oily, swaying at the bottom of the water;
In the gentle waves of He Kang River,
I would like to be an aquatic plant.
A pool in the shade of a tree,
Not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky.
Crushed between floating algae,
Precipitate a rainbow-like dream.
Looking for dreams? Lift a long pole,
Back to the greener grass,
Full of stars,
Play a song in the starlight
However, I can't play songs.
Quiet is a farewell flute;
Summer insects are also silent for me,
Silence is Cambridge tonight!
I left quietly,
Just as I came quietly;
I waved my sleeve,
Don't take away a cloud.
Yuxiang
Dai wangshu
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to see
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
She does.
Clove-like color,
Lilac-like fragrance,
Sad as cloves,
Mourning in the rain,
Sadness and hesitation;
She lingers in this lonely rain lane,
Hold an oil-paper umbrella
Like me,
Like me.
voicelessly
Cold, sadness and melancholy.
She approached quietly,
Get close and throw again.
Breathing eyes
She floated by.
Like a dream,
As sad and confused as a dream.
Floating like a dream
A lilac field,
I passed this girl by;
She left silently, left,
A crumbling fence,
Walk through this rainy path.
In the lamentation of the rain,
Remove her color,
Spread her fragrance,
Disappeared, even hers
Breathing eyes
Lilac is melancholy.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to float over.
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
Coal in the stove
Guo Moruo
Ah, my lady!
I will live up to your hospitality,
Don't let me down.
I'm doing this for the people I love.
Burn like this!
Ah, my lady!
You should know my predecessor.
Don't you think I am a reckless slave?
In the chest of my black slave,
As long as there is a heart like fire.
Ah, my lady!
I think my predecessor
Originally a useful pillar,
I've been buried alive for years,
Only now have I seen the light of day again.
Ah, my lady!
Ever since I saw the light again,
I often miss my hometown,
I'm doing this for the people I love.
Burn like this!
To the oak tree.
Shu Ting
If I love you-/I will never learn to climb the Campbell flower,/I will show off myself on your high branch;
/If I love you-/Never learn from spoony birds,/Repeat monotonous songs for the shade;
/It's not just like a fountain/It brings cool comfort all year round; /Not just like a dangerous mountain peak,
/increase your height,/set off your dignity. /even sunshine/even spring rain
No, these are not enough. I must be a kapok beside you.
/Stand with you as the image of a tree. /root, clenched in the ground;
/Leaves, lingering in the clouds. Every time a gust of wind blows, we greet each other.
But no one understands us. 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 the cold wave and lightning;
/We * * * enjoy the misty rainbow; /seemingly separated forever, but they are dependent for life.
/This is great love,/Loyalty is here/Love/Not only your stalwart body,
/I also love your stand,/the land under your feet.
Street lamps in the sky
Guo Moruo
Distant/street lamp/sunny,
Like/twinkle/countless/stars.
In the sky/stars/now,
Like/burn/countless/street lamps.
I think/ethereal/air,
There must be a/America/city.
In the market/on display/on something/something,
It must be/the world/no/exotic.
You see,/that shallow/Tianhe,
It must be/not very/extensive.
The cowherd/weaver girl across the river,
I'm sure I can/ride an ox/come and go.
Facing the Sea With Spring Blossoms
Author: Haizi
From tomorrow on, be a happy person,
Feed horses, chop wood and travel around the world.
From tomorrow on, care about food and vegetables.
I have a house,
Facing the sea, spring blossoms.
Starting from tomorrow, write to every relative.
Tell them my happiness.
Happy lightning told me,
I'll tell everyone.
For every river, every mountain,
Give it a warm name.
Stranger, I also wish you:
I wish you a bright future,
May you have a lover and everything will be fine.
I wish you happiness in this city,
I just want to face the sea and spring blossoms.
I think/they/at present,
I'm sure/I'm/I'm/I'm wandering around the street.
Don't believe,/look/that meteor,
It's them/carrying lanterns/walking.