Author: Zheng Chouyu
I walked through Jiangnan.
The appearance in the season is like the opening and falling of lotus flowers.
If the east wind does not come, catkins will not fly in March.
Your heart is like a little lonely city.
Like a bluestone street facing the night.
Without a sound, the spring curtain in March can't be lifted.
Your heart is a small closed window.
My dada horseshoe is a beautiful mistake.
I am not a returnee, just a passer-by ... 3. Farewell to Cambridge Author: Xu Zhimo left me gently, just as I came gently; I waved my hand gently and bid farewell to the clouds in the western sky. The golden willow by the river is the bride in the sunset; Beautiful shadows in the waves ripple in my heart. Xing stepped on the soft mud, oily and swaying at the bottom of the water; In the gentle waves of He Kanghe River, I would like to be an aquatic plant. That pool under the shade of elm is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky; Crushed in floating seaweed, a rainbow-like dream is precipitated. Looking for dreams? Hold up a long pole (high) and swim back to the greener grassland; Full of starlight, singing in the splendor of starlight. But I can't play the piano, just 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 without taking away a cloud. 4, facing the sea, spring blossoms Haizi from tomorrow, be a happy person to feed horses, chop firewood, travel around the world from tomorrow, care about food and vegetables, I have a house facing the sea, spring blossoms from tomorrow, and communicate with every relative and tell them my happiness. The lightning of happiness tells me. I will tell you to give every river and mountain a warm name. Stranger, I wish you a bright future. May you have a lover, a lover. May you be happy on earth. I just want to face the sea and spring blossoms. 5, out of the chapter, you stand on the bridge and watch the scenery, and the people who watch the scenery look at you upstairs. The bright moon decorated your window, and you decorated other people's dreams. 6. The night gave me black eyes, but I used them to look for light-Gu Cheng 7. Rain Lane Dai Wangshu walked alone in a long, lonely rain lane, hoping to meet a girl with a lilac knot. She is lilac-like color, lilac-like fragrance, lilac-like sadness, sadness in the rain, sadness and hesitation; She wanders in this lonely rain lane, holding an oil-paper umbrella, silently melancholy like me, melancholy like me. She silently approached, approached and took a breath. She floated like a dream, dreamlike, sad and confused. Like lilacs floating in a dream, this girl drifted by me; She walked away silently, walked away, walked towards the decaying fence, and walked through the rainy path. In the elegy of rain, her color faded, her fragrance dispersed, and even her sighing eyes were lilac-like melancholy. Holding an oil-paper umbrella, a person lingers in a long, long, long, long rain lane, hoping to float past a girl with a clove knot. Shu Ting, a rose in early summer, crossed a string of waves in the north and sailed to an unattainable height. Dark clouds filled the sky like ringworm, but flocks of seagulls spread their white wings for her. Go, my little sun, if you sink, sleep on the chest of the sea, and there will always be green waves on the top of the silver tent of jellyfish. Let me drift away. Let the wind pressed by the sun gently blow me along the warm current and drift to the north. 9. Paper boat-send mother Bing Xin. I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper, but keep it all the time. Fold it into a boat and throw it into the sea. Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind, and some were wet by the waves and stuck to the bow. I still keep folding them up every day, hoping that one of them can only flow where I want it to go. Mom, if you see a white boat in your dream, don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason. This is your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes. Wanshui Qian Shan, please let it carry her love and sorrow home. 10, I miss Shu Ting, a colorful wall chart with no lines, a pure but unsolvable algebra, a single-stringed piano, a string of rosaries picked under the eaves and a pair of paddles that can't reach the other shore. Buds generally wait silently, and the sunset generally looks far away. There may be an ocean hidden, but only two tears come out. Ah, in the distance of the soul, in the depths of the soul.