1, "Shanghai-Hangzhou train"? Xu zhimo
Hurry! Come on, come on!
A cigarette, a mountain,
When is the cloud shadow, a stream of water,
A bridge, a car accident,
A forest pine tree, a bunch of bamboo,
Red leaves in succession:
Colorful fields, colorful autumn scenery,
As clear as a dream,
Blurred, blank?
Come on, come on!
Is it a wheel or time?
Qiu Rong press a way:
Urged to die!
2. "first love"? Day? Shimazaki Tōson
Remember the first meeting under the apple tree?
Your dark clouds have just been tied up.
A carving comb is inserted obliquely on the head.
With a face as beautiful as flowers and jade
You warmly extend your white hand.
Tuck the apple into my arms.
Slightly flushed autumn fruit
Just like our relationship.
But I accidentally spit.
Gently landed on your temple.
The cup of happiness and love
Fill your sweetness and gentleness.
In that apple orchard
There is a natural road.
Ask me shyly.
Who stepped out first?
3. "Just love once"? Wang Guozhen
If we never met.
perhaps
The mood will never be heavy
If you really miss it,
I'm afraid life will not be easy.
A look
Is enough to make the heart sea
A passing hurricane
On barren land
Learn more about the scenery
long journey
Enough to gaunt a person.
A weak heart
Every time I look at Qiu Shui,
I hope
Tears for you.
How can you not die?
calm and unhurried
How can you love?
sternly cool and unmoved
As long as you have been in love once.
It's a life without regrets.
4. "Do you have to go? Tagore
Travelers,
Do you have to go?
The night is quiet,
Darkness sleeps in the Woods.
The terrace is brightly lit,
These flowers are colorful,
Young eyes are still awake.
Traveler, do you have to go?
We never tied your feet with pleading arms,
Your door is open,
Your saddle is at the door.
If we try to get in your way,
That's just using our songs,
If we try to stop you,
That's just with our eyes.
Travelers,
We can't keep you,
We only have tears.
What is the eternal fire shining in your eyes?
What restless fanaticism is running in your blood?
What is calling you in the dark?
What terrible magic do you see in the stars in the sky?
This is a night with sealed secret information,
Into your silent and eccentric heart?
Tired heart,
If you don't like happy parties,
If you must be quiet,
We'll put out our lights,
Stop playing our harp.
We just sat quietly in the rustling leaves in the dark,
Tired moon
Will shed pale light on your window.
Travelers,
What sleepless spirit touched you from the heart of midnight?
5. Is Love Poetry of Tea good? Zhangcuo
If I'm boiling water,
You are tea.
Then your scent is gloomy.
Must rely on my tasteless
Let your dry and soft.
Spread out inside me.
Let my infiltration stretch your face
I must be hot, even boiling.
Compatible with each other
We have to hide.
Struggle and entangle in the water
Yizhancha kungfu
We just decided to be a color.
No matter how big the ups and downs, you can't control them.
You will eventually slowly (oh, gently)
Autumn, gathered in my deepest place.
At that time, your most bitter tears.
Will be my sweetest sip of tea.
6, "Dead Water" Wen Yiduo
This is a backwater of despair,
The breeze doesn't move at all.
Why don't you have some rubbish,
Throw out your leftovers.
Maybe copper will turn green into jade,
Several petals of peach blossoms were embroidered on the tin can.
Let greasy weave a layer of Luo Qi,
Shape a steaming cloud for him.
Let the stagnant water ferment into a ditch of green wine,
Full of pearl foam;
Little beads' laughter turned into big beads,
I was bitten by a flower mosquito who stole wine again.
A desperate backwater ditch,
A little clear.
If frogs can't stand loneliness,
Dead water again. It is singing.
This is a backwater of despair,
This is definitely not the beauty,
Why don't we leave it to ugliness to cultivate,
Look at the world he created.
7. He Qifang's prediction
This heartbeat day has finally arrived.
The footsteps of the sighing night are approaching.
I can't hear the whispers of leaves and the night wind clearly.
The graceful hoof sound made by elk when they galloped on the moss path.
Tell me, tell me with your bell.
Are you a young god in prophecy?
You must come from the warm south,
Tell me the moonlight there, the sunshine there,
Tell me how the spring breeze blows open the flowers.
How the swallows fell madly in love with Populus davidiana.
I will fall asleep in your dreamy singing,
I seem to remember that warmth, but I seem to forget it.
Please stop and stop your long journey.
Come in, there's a tiger mattress for you to sit on.
Let me burn the fallen leaves I pick up every autumn,
Listen to me sing my own song in a low voice.
That song will be as gloomy and high as fire,
Fire will tell the life of fallen leaves.
Don't go forward, there is an endless forest ahead.
The ancient trees are marked by wild animals,
Half-dead vines and pythons are intertwined,
There is no place for the stars in the thick leaves.
You will be too timid to let go of the second step,
When you hear the empty echo of the first step.
Do you have to go? When I walk with you,
My feet know every safe way,
I can keep singing the songs I forgot,
I will give it to you, I will give it to you.
The night cut us off,
You can look me in the eye in the blink of an eye.
You didn't listen to my exciting song,
Your feet won't stop because of my trembling,
Like a quiet breeze blowing through this dusk,
Disappeared and lost your pride?
Ah, you are finally as speechless as you predicted.
Young God, can't you speak when you die?
8, "Rain Lane" 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 fragrance
Lilac sadness
Mourn in the rain
Sad and confused
She lingers in this lonely rain lane
Hold an oil-paper umbrella
Like me
Like me.
Walk quietly
Cold desert, melancholy, and melancholy.
She approached quietly.
Get close and throw again.
Breathing eyes
She floated by.
well
As sad and confused as a dream.
Floating like a dream
Dingxiangyuan
I missed this girl.
She walked away silently, walked away.
A ramshackle hedge.
Walk through this rainy path
In the sad song of rain
Remove her color.
Scattered her fragrance.
Disappeared, even hers
Breathing eyes
Lavender 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.
9. "Answer" North Island
Mean is the passport of the mean,
Nobleness is the epitaph of noble people.
Look, in the golden sky,
Full of twisted reflections of the dead.
The ice age is over,
Why is there ice everywhere?
The Cape of Good Hope was discovered,
Why did Qian Fan compete in the Dead Sea?
I came into this world,
Just paper, rope and graphics.
Before the trial,
Read those condemned voices.
Tell you what, world,
I don't believe it.
Even if you have a thousand challengers under your feet,
Then count me as 10 1.
I don't believe the sky is blue,
I don't believe in the echo of thunder,
I don't believe that dreams are false,
I don't believe in death without retribution
If the ocean is destined to burst its banks,
Let all the bitter water pour into my heart.
If land is destined to rise,
Let mankind choose the peak of survival again.
New turning points and shining stars,
Covered the sky without cover,
This is a 5000-year-old hieroglyph,
Those are the eyes that people will stare at in the future.