If you want to ask who is the most outstanding woman in China in the last century?
Lin Huiyin will definitely be on the list. She was an architect, a poet, and a mother. No matter what position she is in, she is outstanding.
As a literary scholar, she left behind excellent works such as prose, poetry, and novels, among which "You Are the April Day on Earth" has become a popular masterpiece.
You are an April day on earth
- A praise of love
I said you are an April day on earth;
Laughter lights up the wind on all sides;
The light spirits dance and change in the light of spring.
You are the clouds of smoke in the early days of April,
The dusk blows softly with the wind, and the stars are there
Inadvertently flashing, drizzle sprinkled in front of the flowers.
That light, that, you are,
The crown of fresh flowers you wear,
You are innocent, solemn,
You are the full moon of the night.
That goose yellow after the snow melts, you are like;
Fresh budding green, you are;
Tender and joyful, the water floats the white lotus in your dreams.
You are the blossom of a tree,
It was Swallow whispering between the beams,
- You are love, you are warm,
Is the hope,
You are the April day on earth!
laugh
Laughing is her eyes, lips,
and the round swirls of the lips.
Gorgeous as dewdrops,
Duoduo's smile
Hide in the flash of shell teeth.
That's laughter—God's laugh, beautiful laugh:
The reflection of the water, the light song of the wind.
Laughing is her loose mane,
Scattered next to her ear.
Soft as a flower shadow,
Tickling sweetness
It pours into your heart.
That's laughter—the laugh of poetry, the laughter of painting:
The traces of the clouds, the soft waves of the waves.
Lotus lamp
If my heart is a lotus,
In the middle of it came a lit wax,
Although the screen is only that cut of light,
I also want it to be proud to be brilliant.
Don't be afraid it's just my personal lotus lamp,
I can't see the rugged life before and after——
Floating and sinking it clings to the waves of the sea of people
The secret became the secret of its heart.
Just that light flashes a flower—
Like a leaf lightly driving out of a river ——
It drifts with the waves of fate
Wait for the gust of wind to push into the distance.
Count as a passer-by in the universe,
Recognize this exquisite life and calm death,
This ethereal journey is also a —"
It's a beautiful dream.
Music is heard late at night
This must be your finger again,
Flicking,
In this late night, dense sorrow.
I couldn't help but blush at the edge of my cheeks,
Listen,
The vividness of the strings in this late night.
A voice passed through my heart,
It's bleak
I understand, but how can I respond?
Life has long described her style,
Too weak
It is the beautiful imagination of people.
Unless there is such a day in the dream,
You and me
Come and climb the string of hope.
'd rather
I'd rather turn into a fallen leaf,
Let the wind and rain blow everywhere;
Or a flowing cloud, in the clear blue sky,
There is no longer any connection with the earth.
But hold on to that sign of sadness,
To touch the confusion of the untouched;
At dusk, in the middle of the night, on a tiptoe,
It is all emptiness, and there is no tenderness;
Forget that there was this world; there was you;
Mourn who has ever fallen in love again;
Falling flowers like flowers, forgot to go
The emotions in these teardrops.
Until that day nothing remains,
Less than a flash of light, less than a breath of wind
Traces, you have to forget me too
Ever lived in this world.
Don't throw it away
Don't throw it away
This past passion,
Now it's like water,
Gently
At the bottom of the cold mountain spring,
In the dark of night, in the pine forest,
Sighing like a faint,
You still have to keep the truth!
The same is the bright moon,
The same is the lights across the mountain,
The sky is full of stars, and only man does not see,
Dream-like hanging,
You ask for the night back
That sentence – you still have to believe
Stay in the valley
There's that echo!
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When will there be again
That piece of silence;
Dissolved in the spring breeze,
Facing the mountains, facing the small rivers?
When will it still be like that
Full of hope;
Cloaked in new green, whispered poetry,
Climb the tower and listen to the bell?
When, and when, heart
I can really understand
The distance of this time; the years of the mountains and rivers;
Yesterday's silence, the bells
Yesterday's people
How to draw a shadow in today's day!
One day
Twelve hours today,
It's my twelve guests,
Every one came and went,
Finally the sunset dragged the shadow away!
I don't have time to interrogate my own bosom,
Twilight crept on his feet,
Curious to sneak in!
I said, friend,
I'm not going to tell you this time.
Every time I said it, it hurts me a little bit of pride.
Dusk darkened, wordlessly walked away,
Lonely, silent,
I threw myself into the arms of the night.
Sit
Winter has the meaning of winter,
Cold like a flower,——
Flowers have a floral fragrance, and winter has a handful of memories.
A shadow of a dead branch, a thin, smoky green,
Drag a stroke in front of the afternoon window;
In the cold, the sun has faded, and it is gradually tilting...
That's it
Like treating guests to talk
I sipped tea in silence.