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,
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, like me,
Like me, I walked silently (chi | ch ù).
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,
I passed this girl by;
She went away silently, far away,
Towards the decaying wall,
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. My memory Dai Wangshu My memory is loyal to me? More loyal than my best friend? It lives on burning cigarettes, pens painted with lilies, worn-out powder boxes, rotten raspberries, half-drunk wine bottles, shredded old poems, dried flowers, gloomy lamps, calm water, everything with and without souls. It is everywhere, just like I live in this world. It is timid, it is afraid of people's noise, but when it is lonely, it will approach me. Its voice is low, but its words are long, long, long and trivial, and will never stop. Its words are old-fashioned and always tell the same story; It has a harmonious tone and always sings the same tune. Sometimes I imitate the voice of a girl who loves jiao. Its voice is weak, with tears and sighs. Its visit is uncertain, at any time, anywhere, or in the early morning, when I have gone to bed, I feel sleepy; People will say it's impolite, but we are old friends. It will never stop unless I cry or sleep sadly, but I will never hate it because it is loyal to me. I really want to slam the car door, run to your side, and cry on your broad shoulders: "No way, really no way." I really want to hold your hand and escape to the sky and fields in Chuqing, without flinching or looking back. I really want to gather all my tenderness and let you finally wake up with a look that can't be appealed. I really want to, really want to ... my pain has turned into sadness. I can't think enough and I can't speak. To Shu Ting Oak, if I love you-
Never liked climbing Campbell flowers.
Show off yourself with your tall branches;
If I love you-
Never imitate spoony birds.
Repeat monotonous songs for the shade;
It's not just like a fountain.
Send cool comfort all year round;
It's not just a dangerous mountain peak.
Increase height and set off dignity.
Even during the day.
Even spring rain.
No, these are not enough!
I must be a kapok beside you,
Standing with you as the image of a tree.
Roots, clenched in the ground
Leaves, touching in the clouds.
Every gust of wind blows
We all greet each other,
But no one
Understand what we said.
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 cold waves, storms and lightning;
We like mist, flowing mist and rainbow.
As if we were separated forever,
But they are lifelong dependent.
This is great love,
Loyalty is here:
Love-
Not only love your strong body,
I also love your stand and the land under your feet. Xi Murong, the bride of Loulan, my lover once buried me with tears, wrapped my smooth body with pearls, jade and frankincense, and inserted bird feathers between my satin hair with trembling hands. He gently closed my eyes, knowing that he was the last image in my eyes, and sprinkled flowers on my chest with his love and sadness. When the sun sets, the sky is bustling, and my lover leaves me alone, eternal darkness and eternity. Sweet and sad, and I can never forgive you for waking me up so rashly, exposing me to the desolation that I no longer know, and breaking my once gentle heart. Only the sunset is still the sunset of that day, but who can bury me again and give me back my Millennium dream? I should still be the bride of Loulan.