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.
2, "Shi Anna La-For Japanese Girls" Xu Zhimo
The most is the gentleness of bowing,
Like a lotus, it can't overcome the shyness of the cool breeze.
Take care, take care,
There is sweet sadness in the treasure-
Shian, Nora.
3, "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-like fragrance,
Sad as cloves,
Mourning in the rain,
Sad and confused.
She wandered in the lonely rain lane,
Hold an oil-paper umbrella
Like me,
Like me,
In silence,
Cold, sad, melancholy.
She approached quietly.
Get close and throw again.
Breathing eyes,
She floated by.
well
Sad and confused like a dream.
Floating like a dream
A lilac field,
I passed this girl by;
She left quietly, 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.
4. Jenny, the woman with the white rose
The scenery of Yuan Ye
This is your foil.
The birds in the sky hold their breath.
The river suddenly stopped.
The grass on the roadside squints at you.
The trees wriggled and flirted.
It's all for you
A woman holding a white rose.
A cut of autumn water is full of surprises.
The mountains on the horizon are natural shapes.
The houses at the foot of the mountain are irregularly scattered.
Weeds grow freely on the ridge.
It has a different freshness from the city.
You smile like a rose.
The pace of returning home is even lighter.
The whole world suddenly warmed up.
5. mccaig, a beautiful girl in the gallery (UK)
Vegetable still life painting
You look at it.
So quiet.
The colors in that still life painting.
By virtue of its own existence.
Tremor.
If there is no light
What can they do?
Stranger, I like you
Stand still
What you're carrying
The intensity of light.