Everything is fate
Everything is smoke
Everything is a beginning without an ending
Everything is a fleeting pursuit
All joys are without smiles
All sufferings are without tears
All words are repetitions
All interactions are first encounters
All love is in the heart
All past events are in dreams
All hopes come with notes
All beliefs come with groans
All outbursts have a moment of tranquility
All deaths have a lengthy echo
2. Farewell to Hongkong Bridge by Xu Zhimo
Gently I go, just as I gently come;
I gently wave goodbye to the clouds of the western sky.
The golden willow by the river is the bride in the setting sun;
The colorful shadow in the wave light is rippling in my heart.
The yellow floating heart on the soft mud is waving under the water;
In the soft waves of Kangqiao, I am willing to be a water plant!
The pool under the shade of the elm is not a clear spring, it is a rainbow in the sky
Crushed between the floating algae, precipitating a rainbow-like dream.
Seeking a dream? I'm going to take a boat full of starlight, and I'm going to sing a song in the starlight.
But I can't sing, the silence is the parting song;
The summer bugs are silent for me, the silence is the Kangqiao tonight!
Silently I go, just as I quietly come;
I wave my sleeve, not taking away a cloud.
3. "Nostalgia" by Yu Guangzhong
When I was a child
Nostalgia was a small stamp
I was here
My mother was there
After I grew up
Nostalgia was a narrow ticket
I was here
My bride was there
Later on
Then
Nostalgia was the only thing I could see.
Nostalgia is a short grave
I am on the outside
Mother is on the inside
And now
Nostalgia is a shallow strait
I am on this side
Mainland is on the other side
4. One by one, why have they all disappeared into the twilight?
The lights on the ground
One by one, why have they all disappeared into the night?
Why are the stars in the sky
one after another
disappearing into the dawn?
How is it that our lives,
day by day,
have been reduced to eternity?
And when I go away,
what kind of sky is it that takes me away
?
Is it twilight? Is it dusk?
Is it the night color?
Is it the dawn?
5. Choice
If I came to the world once
just to meet you once
just for that one moment in a billion light years
All the sweetness and sorrow in that one moment
Then let everything happen
in one moment
If you let everything happen in one moment
It's not enough for me to be here
I'm not sure if I'm here.
I bow my head and thank all the planets for their help
for letting me meet you
for letting me part with you
to complete one of God's poems
and then grow old slowly
6.
What were we in our past lives?
If you were a lotus picker in the south of the Yangtze River, I would have been the one you missed on your wrist.
If you were a truant child, I would have been the brand new marble that fell out of your pocket.
Watching you go away without knowing it, in the bushes on the side of the road, I would have been the one that fell out of your bag.
If you had been a monk facing the wall
I would have been the pillar of incense in front of the temple
Burning and accompanying you for a period of silent time
So, when we met in this life
I always felt that there was some unfinished business in the past
Yet I couldn't distinguish carefully
I couldn't say it to you one by one
7. Hope (Ximurong)
In fact, what I hope for
is just for a moment
I've never asked you to give me
your whole life
If I can meet you on the hillside full of gardenia flowers, if I can love you y and then say goodbye again, then I can live a long life.
Isn't it just
just a short moment when I look back
8. A blossoming tree
How can I let you meet me
at the most beautiful moment of my life
For that
I have been begging the Buddha for 500 years
for him to let us have a relationship with each other.
Buddha then turned me into a tree
growing along the road you must pass
under the sun
deliberately full of flowers
each of them is the hope I had in my past life
when you come near
listen carefully
The trembling leaves
are the passion I've waited for
And when you finally ignore me and walk past me
It is the moment when you are waiting for me. You finally walked by without looking at me
After you fell on the ground
Friends
That's not a flower petal
That's my withered heart
9. Rainy Lane
Dai Wangshu (1905-1950) was a native of Hangzhou, Zhejiang Province, and a representative poet of the "Modern School" of poetry in the 1930s. Dai Wangshu was a representative poet of the "modern school" of poetry in the 30s. After the outbreak of the War of Resistance, his poetic style changed considerably. His representative poems include "I Think", "Hearing Voices in the Cold Wind", "The Occasional", "Untitled", "I Use My Crippled Palm", "When the Sky Clears", and "Worried".
Holding an oil-paper umbrella and wandering alone in the long, long
and lonely rainy alleys,
I hoped to meet
a lilac-like
girl with sadness.
She has the color of lilacs,
the fragrance of lilacs,
the sadness of lilacs,
sadness in the rain,
sadness and wandering;
she wanders in the lonely rainy alleys,
with an umbrella in her hand,
like me,
like me,
like me. Like me,
silently walking in the street
cold, desolate, and despondent.
She approached silently,
approached, and cast a
too-breathless gaze
she drifted by
like a dream,
like a dream, poignant and confused.
Like a dream drifting by
A lilac ground,
This woman drifted by me;
She was silently far away, far away,
To the decaying hedge-wall,
Walking down this rainy lane.
In the dirge of the rain,
dissipated her color,
dispersed her fragrance,
dissipated, even her
taiyo-like vision
lilac-like melancholy.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone
wandering in the long, long
and lonesome rainy alleys,
I hope to float past
a lilac-like
knot sorrowful girl.
10. I am a cloud in the sky,
and occasionally I am projected on your center of the wave -
You don't need to be surprised,
and even less need to rejoice -
It will disappear in the twinkling of an eye.
You and I met on the sea of night,
You have your, I have my, direction;
It is better that you remember,
it is better that you forget
the light that was given to each other at this meeting!
11. One of the Youth (Ximurong)
All the endings have been written
All the tears have been shed
But suddenly I forgot what kind of a beginning it was
On that old summer day that will never come back
No matter how much I try to trace it
Young you are like a cloud that passes by
And your smiling face is like a cloud that passes by
When I was young and I had no idea what I was going to do
When I was young and I had no idea what I was doing
There was no way I was ever going to do that.
And your smiling face was very shallow and faint
Gradually disappeared in the sunset arrays
So I turned over the yellowed title page
Fate bound it very poorly
With tears in my eyes, I read it again and again
But I had to admit that
Youth is a book of too much haste
12.Countryside Sorrows
Home Country Sorrows
This is the first time that I've ever seen a book about the countryside. p>
The song of my hometown is a distant flute
Always played on moonlit nights
The face of my hometown is a vague despair
Like waving goodbye in the fog
After the farewell
Homesickness is a tree with no yearly cycle
Never grows old
13. p>
I don't think about whether I can succeed or not
Since I've chosen a faraway place
I'm just going to ride on through thick and thin
I don't think about whether I can win love or not
Since I'm in love with a rose
I'll be brave enough to show my honesty
I don't think about whether cold winds and cold rain will be coming from behind me
Since my goal is the horizon
I can only leave the world with the best of luck.
Leaving the world can only be the back
I don't think about whether the future is flat or muddy
As long as I love life
Everything is expected
14.The mountain is high and the road is far away
Wang Guochen
The shout is the silence of the outbursts
Silence is the call of silence
Whether it's the surge
or the tranquility
Or serenity
I pray
As long as it's not bland
If the faraway land calls me
I'll walk to the faraway land
If the big mountain beckons me
I'll walk to the big mountain
Worn out feet
Why not just let the setting sun paint the path again
Scratched hands
To let thorns turn into dubia
Why not let thorns become dubia
Why not just let thorns turn into dubia?
There is no path longer than a foot
There is no mountain higher than a man
15. Facing the sea, flowers blossom in spring
Author:Hai Zi
From tomorrow on, be a happy man
Feed the horses, split the wood, and travel the world
From tomorrow on, care for the grain and the vegetables
I have a house. >
I have a house that faces the sea and blossoms in spring
From tomorrow, correspond with every loved one
Tell them about my happiness
That the lightning of happiness told me
I'll tell everyone
And give a warm name to every river and every mountain
Strangers, I also bless you
May you have a brilliant future
May you have a lover in love
May you get happiness in the earthly world
I only wish to face the sea, spring flowers bloom
16.Bing Xin
Dreams of the bright moonlit night huh!
Far away
Near
But we are just like this without words
Listen--listen
The sound of this faintly hitting heartstrings!
There is a mist of light before us
The soft waves of intoxication!
Sink--sink
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