Chapter 34 An Anthology of Lin Huiyin's Poems
I say you are the April day of the world;
The sound of laughter lights up the wind on all sides;
Dancing and changing in the brilliance of spring.
You are the mist in the April morning,
At dusk the wind is soft, the stars are
It flashed unintentionally, and the drizzle sprinkled in front of the flowers.
That Qing, that Pingting, you are, Xianyan
The crown of flowers you wear, you are
Innocent and solemn, you are the full moon every night.
The light yellow after the snow melts, you look like; fresh
first-bud green, you are; tender joy
The water is floating with the white lotus in your dream and expectation.
You are the flowers blooming from tree to tree, you are swallows
Whispering between the beams——you are love and warmth,
It is hope, you are the April day of the world!
It must be your finger again, flicking, In the middle of the night, dense sadness. I couldn't help but blushed on my cheeks, listen The vividness of Xianzi in the middle of the night. A voice that passes through my heart, so bleak I understand, but how can I respond? Life has long defined her pattern, too weak It is people's beautiful imagination. Unless there is such a day in the dream, you and me Let's pull the string of hope together.
I would like to become a fallen leaf, Let the wind and rain blow everywhere; Or a floating cloud, in the clear blue sky, Nothing to do with the earth anymore. But hold fast to that sad sign, To touch the despair of being lost; In the evening, in the middle of the night, tiptoeing, All is emptiness, no more tenderness; Forget that there was this world; there was you; Mourning who was ever in love; Falling like flowers, forgetting to go The emotions in these tears. On that day nothing will remain, Less than a flash, a breath of wind Trace, you have to forget about me have lived in this world.
You stretch out like a lake facing the clear sky Baiyun, like a first-class cold stream, clarifies Allow me to search for your source along the banks of the forest: I still have all sorts of doubts For every image of you! You unfold like a flower with a thousand petals! Xianyan is every petal of you, more fragrant, The gentle flower scent, accompanied by the evening coolness: I say flowers, this is the trick of spring, Come to steal people's infatuation! You also learn from Ye Ye's book that blows with the wind, Reveal your every thought; every corner of your mood, Your eyes look at me, and you keep talking: I still didn't answer, a piece of silence Hold on to my soul forever.
That night my boat rolled out of the river's heart, The clear blue sky is supported by dense stars. That night your hand held mine, Confused starry night closed heavy worry. That night you and I set a direction, The two each recognize their own life. To this day my ship is still floating on the sea, The thin mast is often shaken in the wind and waves. Till now the sun hovers only behind me, Layers of shadows remain around me. I still remember the day of that night, Starlight, tears, and the white riverside! Till now I miss your plowing on the shore: Red flowers and yellow flowers are blooming vividly. That day I hope to reach the top floor, Honey generally brews the nourishment of that memory. On that day I will mount an arrow with wings, Watching you shoot a full string in your garden. That day you will hear birds singing, That's what I'm waiting for your admiration. On that day you will see the scattered shadows of flowers, That was the border where I broke into that year!
Who loves this constant change, her actions? Urge a burst of rain, wipe the sky clouds, the moon, The starlight, the shadow of the sun, are all her tricks, Not to mention Fengluan and Jianghai stealing a moment of peace. Proudly, she is on that absurd mission: Watching the flowers bloom and the pistil tree wither, the girl becomes a mother; Make the rivers freeze into ice and snow, and the sky and the earth change their appearance; The hustle and bustle of the city, and then become a vast night silence! Though millennia have been manipulated in her grasp, She never forgot the slightest humbleness. No wonder she laughs eternity is a panic created by people, To comfort the disappearance of love, the pain of death. But who can understand this illusory reincarnation, Who dared to love this great transformation?
If my heart were a lotus flower, A stick of lighted wax sticks out of the middle, Although Yingying only cuts the light, I also want it to be proud of its glory. Not afraid that it is just my personal lotus lamp, Can't see the ups and downs of life before and after—— Floating and sinking, it clings to the waves of the sea of people Light and darkness have become the mystery of its heart. Just a flash of light and a flower— Like a light boat sailing out of the river—— Just like it floats with the waves of fate Waiting for the gust of wind to push into the distance. counted as a passer-by in the universe, To know the exquisite life and the easy death, This erratic journey is a— That is a beautiful dream.
don't throw it away This past passion, Now like water, Gently at the bottom of the cold mountain spring, In the dark night in the pine forest, faint as a sigh, You still have to keep the truth! The same is the moonlight, The same is the lights across the mountain, sky full of stars, only make people invisible, hangs like a dream, You asked Heiye to answer that sentence—— You still have to believe that there is an echo in the valley!
It's autumn, autumn, The wind should still be gentle; The sun still smiles that smile, Glittering with gold and silver, boasting he is running out The most extravagant morning and evening! Here and there, in this autumn, Spotted colors are misplaced everywhere Among the mountains and fields, and among the branches and leaves, like a drunken butterfly, or Coral pearls and emeralds, luxurious lost, Fun fell to the ground. At this time, the feeling is like a song, Flickering in the light of the mountain spring, foam, splash The throat of the mountain rock sings. full of enthusiasm It's all yours, autumn understands, Autumn knows the wildness,— what autumn loves is that inadvertently Inadvertently messy! But autumn, this autumn, He propped up a wedding feast like a dream, Not for your joy: He let go of his hands and picked up the necklace, A phantasm like a falling flower, Also because of the uncertainty sad, rooted in knots In the center of this life! A gust of wind blows from The outer edge of the west window last night, Shaking the sycamore tree and crying. —— At first you doubt: The lotus leaf is not broken yet; The canoe stops in the midst of the current; Whispers of summer night, intermingled with the chirping of insects, still trustworthy still cuddling warm and sweet next to the ear; But the sycamore leaves bring the sweet-scented osmanthus, Has reached the light of the lamp. Everything is different, he said with a twinkle, Just one night of wind, one night of illusion. The cold mist blinds my eyes, In such deep autumn, Who are you fighting with?the back of reality Is it realistic, absurd, Is it unbelievable falsehood? Doubts cannot resist simple cruelty, Don't pity bloody mourning any more, Take this opportunity to recognize The creator is the artisan of destruction. Faith is only a stick of incense, That idea can't stand the west wind Blowing rustlingly through the plane trees! if you can't forget, can't forget The bird song that I have heard before; The flowers I have seen are good, faith Sleep in the middle of the past. ... The pride of autumn is the fruit, Not sprouts, - life does not allow you Do not give away the fragrance you have accumulated; Surrender every layer of color that has been exposed to light and heat; Drain your most embarrassing sorrow. At this moment, Never weep; or call; No need to close your eyes and pray; (Looking forward to the future in the future); Just keep low, in the stillness, low down The sleepy head bears, - bears the fall of the leaves Listening to the wind tightening the strings, the song is lamented: This night, this night, this miserable transformation!
Every year is not to see the red leaves of Xishan, Who dares to look at the red leaves of Xishan? Not to listen to strange birdsong, Stopped on that quiet tree branch, It's the footsteps that can't walk on their own—— Let's go, towards the ideal mountain col Looking for dreams that have never been found: A flower in a dream, a fragrance, The setting sun hangs everywhere, the wind blows, Turning around the white clouds, there is a tall building in a small corner. The bell is underfoot, The pine stands side by side and waits, The mountains and fields have played up the extravagant late autumn in every possible way. Where is the dream, your smile, In a word, search in the clouds and waves, I don't know where to fall? The running water has gradually become colder, Carrying fallen leaves across the empty stone bridge, white railing, It's unbearable to watch again, The red leaves are as hot as the footprints they stepped on last year. Well, look up, it's high, heart roll As the white clouds float across the sky, Don't count where to stop, go, Believe that there are still rays of light thousands of miles away, like hope, Remember the smoky color, Not to weave a beautiful tomorrow, Sing to the sky now, empty and miserable, empty lingering, You should be a little more brave. Don't be afraid to touch the old wounds like mottled gold and silver! Look at the red leaves every year, The mountain's repeated bleeding, the forest, A heart of stone never leans on dreams for support, Every night the wind cuts through the soil like a sharp knife, Silent and anxious lips at dawn, The patient still turned to the blue sky, Calling melons and fruits to be completed in wind and frost, in brilliance, He bleeds on the mountain and becomes a graveyard! Calm, my steps, go slowly, Don't believe who ever arranged a dream! On the dead branches along the way, the birds never sang, Xiaoyecaoxiangfeng is no longer spring. stop!stop! The wind and the cloud, the water and the algae all call me back, Said the dream is behind; The ideal col of the butterfly swing is the same as the current reality Stone Road is still missing a link! The more beautiful the yellow moonlight in the mountains hangs from the treetops, The more I have to believe in dreams, A flower in Xiehui's dream is a lie! But I don't believe it!Empty pride whirls in the autumn wind, The heart still cries out for ideal love and beauty, Compete with the white clouds; smile and kiss with the setting sun; same flower, same fragrance, Even screaming in the crevices of autumn insects, to go hand in hand; With the frogs that leap and play in the water, Blind to seek blind days again,— Realistic enthusiasm paints another picture, To collect red leaves all over the mountain as flowers! This Xiao Xiao kept whimpering, Passing by the ears and temples, there is still tenderness, Shadows sway in the autumn light, I don't believe that there are a series of questions outside the light and shadow! My heart still doesn't believe it, just because it's afternoon, The sun shines through the bamboo forest Warmed the stones, the red hillsides, There are two long shadows, you and me In front of the pavilion and stone road, Shallow blue waves next to the old tree trunk! The lies in life couldn't be more colorful than this one! Remember that golden day, Coral-like delicate leaves hang in the autumn wind, Even if I feel my heart bleed, What about talking? Who can ask what is behind this beauty? When gambling, eyes shine, Never regret the power of desperately betting; It is said that any pain can be exchanged for any point, One cent, one tiny ideal! So the steps are still going on now, Can't be yourself, can't stop! Although there are ten thousand colors in the mountains, 10,000 changes, All kinds of loneliness have surrounded the lonely shadow: What's hot is reduced to lukewarm, what's warm is cold again, Burnt yellow leaves crushed underfoot, Brutally scattered the crumbs of yesterday, The heart still doesn't ask why the footsteps are so stubborn, The untraceable dream route,— Still attached to the directionless side! Xishan, I swear, pointing to Xishan, Don't forget, today you, me, Hongye, Connect into this bloody sorrow! Knowing that my days are but a few hurried ones, If next year you and Hongye Turn red into flames again, but I don't see you... Deep purple, you need to add more A symbol of depressed enthusiasm, Write down that I once paid attention to the red leaves in the mountains, Bleeding a pile of faith today!
when can we have again that silence; Rong Rong stands in the spring breeze, Facing the mountain, facing the small river? when will it be like that full of hope Draped in fresh green, whispering poetic thoughts, Climb the tower, and listen to the bell? when, when, heart can really understand The distance of time; the age of mountains and rivers; Yesterday's silence, the bell yesterday's person How to draw another shadow in today!
Intermittent tunes, the most beautiful or gentle night, with the stars of the day. On the stalk of memory, who doesn't have Two or three elegant flowers, covered with emotional flowers nameless expansion The fragrance of wild lotus, The moonlight in every quiet place. The wind blows on the lake, and the hair is messed up, or The surface of the water is wrinkled like the brocade of fish scales. The vastness in all directions is like a dream Rippling with the wandering past in the center Without a trace, anyone know the picture, The reflection of memory sinking underwater!
The seasons of the world are always changing In spring, you left many red spots, and bid farewell gracefully, I didn't want to sigh with someone when I came back for autumn! Now even the autumn clouds and yellow leaves are gone In the far distance, there is a gray sky Thorough loneliness, can you bear to listen to the cold wind talking alone?
I love this rainy day, This plain is full of green grass! My heart is endlessly blown by the wind, wind blows: Blow away the vanilla, the fallen leaves, Blows away a wisp of cloud, like smoke— like smoke.
Winter has the meaning of winter, Cold as a flower,— Flowers have floral fragrance, and winter has memories. A dead branch shadow, thin and smoky, Dragging a stroke of painting in front of the window in the afternoon; The sun is fading in the cold, gradually slanting... just like that talk like a guest I sipped my tea in silence.
It was her eyes, her lips that laughed, and rounded eddies of lips, Gorgeous as dewdrops, blossoming smile Hide in the flash of white teeth. That's the laugh—the laugh of God, the smile of beauty; The reflection of the water, the light song of the wind. Laughing is her loose curly hair, Scattered next to her ears. Soft as the shadow of a flower, tickle sweet into your heart. That’s laughter—the laughter of poetry, the laughter of painting; The traces of the clouds, the soft waves of the waves.
Who is smiling so sweetly and deeply, Round like that?a string of pearls Size shines and bursts with innocence! Floating at the bottom of the clear spring, flooding to the surface of the water, brilliant, dispersion! Who has a good smile and a flower blooms? So light, it won't startle anyone. The fine fragrance unintentionally, with the wind passing by, Brush on the short wall, Sisi in front of the setting sun hanging Nostalgia. Who laughed so that the hundred-story tower towered, Let unknown birds hover?who is it Laughing into the rotation of thousands of wind chimes, From the eaves of each layer of glazed shake up Sky?
There was a summer night in the mountains, deeply like bottomless; Dark shadows, dense pine forests; There was no light around. There is only one light shining on the mountain—two Like the eyes of the night, the eyes of the night are watching! The wind all over the mountain is tiptoeing like walking dodged the branches and leaves everywhere Grass everywhere, no sound. Just the flowing water, constantly on the valley A heart of stone, a mouth of stone sings. An even silence, under the hood Like a hanging curtain. Doubt gone, four corners Fuzzy, is the dream spying? The night is like praying, silently expecting Gloomy piety pervades the silence.
peach blossom, The bright red of that tree, Like a sentence that Chun said; Bloomingly dewy and charming, is some exquisite words, petals of light, some more breath softly with a smile, intentionally or unintentionally A lively look. Look,-- That trembling in the breeze She stayed again, faintly, Glanced at the thin lips of March, Glimpse at the traces of amorousness!
White ducks swim in the yellow pond, The sorghum stalks are so green that they are just over the head, How does this beating heart fit, A narrow road in the field, this sorrow in August? The sky was washed by the rain last night, the hills Leave another shadow in the sun; The sheep follow their herders into the village, The well is covered under the shade of a big tree, and it looks like a heart! No one ever said anything about August, Summer has passed, and it is not autumn yet. But I look at the ridges of the fields, the melons on the earthen walls, I still don't understand how life is connected with dreams.
I want to take advantage of this moment of arrogance and calm, sober soul Drinking from a spring of sweet dew, Come swing the sword of thought, dance its keenest glance sharp, like the snow of Saiye Glittering in the cold light of the moon, Spewing out cold splendor;——cutting, Cut off the lingering of time, Disputes with lewd nets, Cut a flawless transparency, One look at you, pure beauty, Your naked majesty. ... then step on Any peak, climbing and holding the white clouds And the brocade of the sun, across a Changhong, overlooking the surging sea, In a dome of clear blue, Write my surprise and joy, Give my hottest tear, My faith, my sincerity, and the strength of my love, worship forever, Worship in front of your beauty!
Recognize this transparent body, The leaves of wisdom fall in the world? Depressed, benevolent— That day was a flash of cold flames, A leaf fell silently to the ground, only proves that wisdom is lonely The lonely will eventually die before the wind! yesterday and yesterday, beauty Can't escape the majesty of time; Believe that the most beautiful sleeps here Skeletal bones, a trace of soul left by the moon,— ... The shade under the Bodhi tree was last year!
remember that day The heart is the same as a long river, let the evening come, The moon hangs on the chest. Like this Qingdai Mountain, Nowadays, The heart is the barrier side of loneliness; lush, Don't forget the sunset, indistinct, But hear the wind blowing under your feet, it's night- delay When all emotions merge into one plaintive Like small rivers, big rivers, converging toward The boundless sea, - whatever How rushing, how circling,— The strong wind on the river, the big and small pebbles, The several reverse currents made, Little harbor, like In that life, the unintentional tranquility escape the mainstream; emotional Pingbo became more and more sad. Stop, this galloping blood; They don't have to be totally flaccid All to cause tears. Might as well go back and forth a few more times, back to the flowing water, In spite of all the chaos in front of me, All this, go to building logic. Bringing desperate conclusions to slightly delay, delay,— Delaying rational judgment,— Will give pure emotion another hope!
It must be your finger again, flicking, In the middle of the night, dense sadness. I couldn't help but blushed on my cheeks, listen The vividness of Xianzi in the middle of the night. A voice that passes through my heart, so bleak I understand, but how can I respond? Life has long defined her pattern, too weak It is people's beautiful imagination. Unless there is such a day in the dream, you and me Let's pull the string of hope together.
I would like to become a fallen leaf, Let the wind and rain blow everywhere; Or a floating cloud, in the clear blue sky, Nothing to do with the earth anymore. But hold fast to that sad sign, To touch the despair of being lost; In the evening, in the middle of the night, tiptoeing, All is emptiness, no more tenderness; Forget that there was this world; there was you; Mourning who was ever in love; Falling like flowers, forgetting to go The emotions in these tears. On that day nothing will remain, Less than a flash, a breath of wind Trace, you have to forget about me have lived in this world.
You stretch out like a lake facing the clear sky Baiyun, like a first-class cold stream, clarifies Allow me to search for your source along the banks of the forest: I still have all sorts of doubts For every image of you! You unfold like a flower with a thousand petals! Xianyan is every petal of you, more fragrant, The gentle flower scent, accompanied by the evening coolness: I say flowers, this is the trick of spring, Come to steal people's infatuation! You also learn from Ye Ye's book that blows with the wind, Reveal your every thought; every corner of your mood, Your eyes look at me, and you keep talking: I still didn't answer, a piece of silence Hold on to my soul forever.
That night my boat rolled out of the river's heart, The clear blue sky is supported by dense stars. That night your hand held mine, Confused starry night closed heavy worry. That night you and I set a direction, The two each recognize their own life. To this day my ship is still floating on the sea, The thin mast is often shaken in the wind and waves. Till now the sun hovers only behind me, Layers of shadows remain around me. I still remember the day of that night, Starlight, tears, and the white riverside! Till now I miss your plowing on the shore: Red flowers and yellow flowers are blooming vividly. That day I hope to reach the top floor, Honey generally brews the nourishment of that memory. On that day I will mount an arrow with wings, Watching you shoot a full string in your garden. That day you will hear birds singing, That's what I'm waiting for your admiration. On that day you will see the scattered shadows of flowers, That was the border where I broke into that year!
Who loves this constant change, her actions? Urge a burst of rain, wipe the sky clouds, the moon, The starlight, the shadow of the sun, are all her tricks, Not to mention Fengluan and Jianghai stealing a moment of peace. Proudly, she is on that absurd mission: Watching the flowers bloom and the pistil tree wither, the girl becomes a mother; Make the rivers freeze into ice and snow, and the sky and the earth change their appearance; The hustle and bustle of the city, and then become a vast night silence! Though millennia have been manipulated in her grasp, She never forgot the slightest humbleness. No wonder she laughs eternity is a panic created by people, To comfort the disappearance of love, the pain of death. But who can understand this illusory reincarnation, Who dared to love this great transformation?
If my heart were a lotus flower, A stick of lighted wax sticks out of the middle, Although Yingying only cuts the light, I also want it to be proud of its glory. Not afraid that it is just my personal lotus lamp, Can't see the ups and downs of life before and after—— Floating and sinking, it clings to the waves of the sea of people Light and darkness have become the mystery of its heart. Just a flash of light and a flower— Like a light boat sailing out of the river—— Just like it floats with the waves of fate Waiting for the gust of wind to push into the distance. counted as a passer-by in the universe, To know the exquisite life and the easy death, This erratic journey is a— That is a beautiful dream.
don't throw it away This past passion, Now like water, Gently at the bottom of the cold mountain spring, In the dark night in the pine forest, faint as a sigh, You still have to keep the truth! The same is the moonlight, The same is the lights across the mountain, sky full of stars, only make people invisible, hangs like a dream, You asked Heiye to answer that sentence—— You still have to believe that there is an echo in the valley!
It's autumn, autumn, The wind should still be gentle; The sun still smiles that smile, Glittering with gold and silver, boasting he is running out The most extravagant morning and evening! Here and there, in this autumn, Spotted colors are misplaced everywhere Among the mountains and fields, and among the branches and leaves, like a drunken butterfly, or Coral pearls and emeralds, luxurious lost, Fun fell to the ground. At this time, the feeling is like a song, Flickering in the light of the mountain spring, foam, splash The throat of the mountain rock sings. full of enthusiasm It's all yours, autumn understands, Autumn knows the wildness,— what autumn loves is that inadvertently Inadvertently messy! But autumn, this autumn, He propped up a wedding feast like a dream, Not for your joy: He let go of his hands and picked up the necklace, A phantasm like a falling flower, Also because of the uncertainty sad, rooted in knots In the center of this life! A gust of wind blows from The outer edge of the west window last night, Shaking the sycamore tree and crying. —— At first you doubt: The lotus leaf is not broken yet; The canoe stops in the midst of the current; Whispers of summer night, intermingled with the chirping of insects, still trustworthy still cuddling warm and sweet next to the ear; But the sycamore leaves bring the sweet-scented osmanthus, Has reached the light of the lamp. Everything is different, he said with a twinkle, Just one night of wind, one night of illusion. The cold mist blinds my eyes, In such deep autumn, Who are you fighting with?the back of reality Is it realistic, absurd, Is it unbelievable falsehood? Doubts cannot resist simple cruelty, Don't pity bloody mourning any more, Take this opportunity to recognize The creator is the artisan of destruction. Faith is only a stick of incense, That idea can't stand the west wind Blowing rustlingly through the plane trees! if you can't forget, can't forget The bird song that I have heard before; The flowers I have seen are good, faith Sleep in the middle of the past. ... The pride of autumn is the fruit, Not sprouts, - life does not allow you Do not give away the fragrance you have accumulated; Surrender every layer of color that has been exposed to light and heat; Drain your most embarrassing sorrow. At this moment, Never weep; or call; No need to close your eyes and pray; (Looking forward to the future in the future); Just keep low, in the stillness, low down The sleepy head bears, - bears the fall of the leaves Listening to the wind tightening the strings, the song is lamented: This night, this night, this miserable transformation!
Every year is not to see the red leaves of Xishan, Who dares to look at the red leaves of Xishan? Not to listen to strange birdsong, Stopped on that quiet tree branch, It's the footsteps that can't walk on their own—— Let's go, towards the ideal mountain col Looking for dreams that have never been found: A flower in a dream, a fragrance, The setting sun hangs everywhere, the wind blows, Turning around the white clouds, there is a tall building in a small corner. The bell is underfoot, The pine stands side by side and waits, The mountains and fields have played up the extravagant late autumn in every possible way. Where is the dream, your smile, In a word, search in the clouds and waves, I don't know where to fall? The running water has gradually become colder, Carrying fallen leaves across the empty stone bridge, white railing, It's unbearable to watch again, The red leaves are as hot as the footprints they stepped on last year. Well, look up, it's high, heart roll As the white clouds float across the sky, Don't count where to stop, go, Believe that there are still rays of light thousands of miles away, like hope, Remember the smoky color, Not to weave a beautiful tomorrow, Sing to the sky now, empty and miserable, empty lingering, You should be a little more brave. Don't be afraid to touch the old wounds like mottled gold and silver! Look at the red leaves every year, The mountain's repeated bleeding, the forest, A heart of stone never leans on dreams for support, Every night the wind cuts through the soil like a sharp knife, Silent and anxious lips at dawn, The patient still turned to the blue sky, Calling melons and fruits to be completed in wind and frost, in brilliance, He bleeds on the mountain and becomes a graveyard! Calm, my steps, go slowly, Don't believe who ever arranged a dream! On the dead branches along the way, the birds never sang, Xiaoyecaoxiangfeng is no longer spring. stop!stop! The wind and the cloud, the water and the algae all call me back, Said the dream is behind; The ideal col of the butterfly swing is the same as the current reality Stone Road is still missing a link! The more beautiful the yellow moonlight in the mountains hangs from the treetops, The more I have to believe in dreams, A flower in Xiehui's dream is a lie! But I don't believe it!Empty pride whirls in the autumn wind, The heart still cries out for ideal love and beauty, Compete with the white clouds; smile and kiss with the setting sun; same flower, same fragrance, Even screaming in the crevices of autumn insects, to go hand in hand; With the frogs that leap and play in the water, Blind to seek blind days again,— Realistic enthusiasm paints another picture, To collect red leaves all over the mountain as flowers! This Xiao Xiao kept whimpering, Passing by the ears and temples, there is still tenderness, Shadows sway in the autumn light, I don't believe that there are a series of questions outside the light and shadow! My heart still doesn't believe it, just because it's afternoon, The sun shines through the bamboo forest Warmed the stones, the red hillsides, There are two long shadows, you and me In front of the pavilion and stone road, Shallow blue waves next to the old tree trunk! The lies in life couldn't be more colorful than this one! Remember that golden day, Coral-like delicate leaves hang in the autumn wind, Even if I feel my heart bleed, What about talking? Who can ask what is behind this beauty? When gambling, eyes shine, Never regret the power of desperately betting; It is said that any pain can be exchanged for any point, One cent, one tiny ideal! So the steps are still going on now, Can't be yourself, can't stop! Although there are ten thousand colors in the mountains, 10,000 changes, All kinds of loneliness have surrounded the lonely shadow: What's hot is reduced to lukewarm, what's warm is cold again, Burnt yellow leaves crushed underfoot, Brutally scattered the crumbs of yesterday, The heart still doesn't ask why the footsteps are so stubborn, The untraceable dream route,— Still attached to the directionless side! Xishan, I swear, pointing to Xishan, Don't forget, today you, me, Hongye, Connect into this bloody sorrow! Knowing that my days are but a few hurried ones, If next year you and Hongye Turn red into flames again, but I don't see you... Deep purple, you need to add more A symbol of depressed enthusiasm, Write down that I once paid attention to the red leaves in the mountains, Bleeding a pile of faith today!
when can we have again that silence; Rong Rong stands in the spring breeze, Facing the mountain, facing the small river? when will it be like that full of hope Draped in fresh green, whispering poetic thoughts, Climb the tower, and listen to the bell? when, when, heart can really understand The distance of time; the age of mountains and rivers; Yesterday's silence, the bell yesterday's person How to draw another shadow in today!
Intermittent tunes, the most beautiful or gentle night, with the stars of the day. On the stalk of memory, who doesn't have Two or three elegant flowers, covered with emotional flowers nameless expansion The fragrance of wild lotus, The moonlight in every quiet place. The wind blows on the lake, and the hair is messed up, or The surface of the water is wrinkled like the brocade of fish scales. The vastness in all directions is like a dream Rippling with the wandering past in the center Without a trace, anyone know the picture, The reflection of memory sinking underwater!
The seasons of the world are always changing In spring, you left many red spots, and bid farewell gracefully, I didn't want to sigh with someone when I came back for autumn! Now even the autumn clouds and yellow leaves are gone In the far distance, there is a gray sky Thorough loneliness, can you bear to listen to the cold wind talking alone?
I love this rainy day, This plain is full of green grass! My heart is endlessly blown by the wind, wind blows: Blow away the vanilla, the fallen leaves, Blows away a wisp of cloud, like smoke— like smoke.
Winter has the meaning of winter, Cold as a flower,— Flowers have floral fragrance, and winter has memories. A dead branch shadow, thin and smoky, Dragging a stroke of painting in front of the window in the afternoon; The sun is fading in the cold, gradually slanting... just like that talk like a guest I sipped my tea in silence.
It was her eyes, her lips that laughed, and rounded eddies of lips, Gorgeous as dewdrops, blossoming smile Hide in the flash of white teeth. That's the laugh—the laugh of God, the smile of beauty; The reflection of the water, the light song of the wind. Laughing is her loose curly hair, Scattered next to her ears. Soft as the shadow of a flower, tickle sweet into your heart. That’s laughter—the laughter of poetry, the laughter of painting; The traces of the clouds, the soft waves of the waves.
Who is smiling so sweetly and deeply, Round like that?a string of pearls Size shines and bursts with innocence! Floating at the bottom of the clear spring, flooding to the surface of the water, brilliant, dispersion! Who has a good smile and a flower blooms? So light, it won't startle anyone. The fine fragrance unintentionally, with the wind passing by, Brush on the short wall, Sisi in front of the setting sun hanging Nostalgia. Who laughed so that the hundred-story tower towered, Let unknown birds hover?who is it Laughing into the rotation of thousands of wind chimes, From the eaves of each layer of glazed shake up Sky?
There was a summer night in the mountains, deeply like bottomless; Dark shadows, dense pine forests; There was no light around. There is only one light shining on the mountain—two Like the eyes of the night, the eyes of the night are watching! The wind all over the mountain is tiptoeing like walking dodged the branches and leaves everywhere Grass everywhere, no sound. Just the flowing water, constantly on the valley A heart of stone, a mouth of stone sings. An even silence, under the hood Like a hanging curtain. Doubt gone, four corners Fuzzy, is the dream spying? The night is like praying, silently expecting Gloomy piety pervades the silence.
peach blossom, The bright red of that tree, Like a sentence that Chun said; Bloomingly dewy and charming, is some exquisite words, petals of light, some more breath softly with a smile, intentionally or unintentionally A lively look. Look,-- That trembling in the breeze She stayed again, faintly, Glanced at the thin lips of March, Glimpse at the traces of amorousness!
White ducks swim in the yellow pond, The sorghum stalks are so green that they are just over the head, How does this beating heart fit, A narrow road in the field, this sorrow in August? The sky was washed by the rain last night, the hills Leave another shadow in the sun; The sheep follow their herders into the village, The well is covered under the shade of a big tree, and it looks like a heart! No one ever said anything about August, Summer has passed, and it is not autumn yet. But I look at the ridges of the fields, the melons on the earthen walls, I still don't understand how life is connected with dreams.
I want to take advantage of this moment of arrogance and calm, sober soul Drinking from a spring of sweet dew, Come swing the sword of thought, dance its keenest glance sharp, like the snow of Saiye Glittering in the cold light of the moon, Spewing out cold splendor;——cutting, Cut off the lingering of time, Disputes with lewd nets, Cut a flawless transparency, One look at you, pure beauty, Your naked majesty. ... then step on Any peak, climbing and holding the white clouds And the brocade of the sun, across a Changhong, overlooking the surging sea, In a dome of clear blue, Write my surprise and joy, Give my hottest tear, My faith, my sincerity, and the strength of my love, worship forever, Worship in front of your beauty!
Recognize this transparent body, The leaves of wisdom fall in the world? Depressed, benevolent— That day was a flash of cold flames, A leaf fell silently to the ground, only proves that wisdom is lonely The lonely will eventually die before the wind! yesterday and yesterday, beauty Can't escape the majesty of time; Believe that the most beautiful sleeps here Skeletal bones, a trace of soul left by the moon,— ... The shade under the Bodhi tree was last year!
remember that day The heart is the same as a long river, let the evening come, The moon hangs on the chest. Like this Qingdai Mountain, Nowadays, The heart is the barrier side of loneliness; lush, Don't forget the sunset, indistinct, But hear the wind blowing under your feet, it's night- delay When all emotions merge into one plaintive Like small rivers, big rivers, converging toward The boundless sea, - whatever How rushing, how circling,— The strong wind on the river, the big and small pebbles, The several reverse currents made, Little harbor, like In that life, the unintentional tranquility escape the mainstream; emotional Pingbo became more and more sad. Stop, this galloping blood; They don't have to be totally flaccid All to cause tears. Might as well go back and forth a few more times, back to the flowing water, In spite of all the chaos in front of me, All this, go to building logic. Bringing desperate conclusions to slightly delay, delay,— Delaying rational judgment,— Will give pure emotion another hope!