Wander back to where the grass is greener

Gently I go, as softly I came;

I beckoned softly, and made a cloud of the western sky.

The golden willow on the bank of the river is the bride in the sunset;

The beautiful shadow in the waves ripples in my heart.

The green wattles on the soft mud are swaggering at the bottom of the water;

In the soft waves of the River Cam, I am willing to be a water weed!

The pool under the shade of the elm is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky;

Crumpled among the floating algae, precipitating a rainbow-like dream.

Looking for a dream? Hold a penny and wander towards the greener grass;

Loaded with a boatload of starlight, singing in the starlight.

But I can't play songs, quietly it's a parting sheng flute;

Xia Worm is also silent for me, silence is Kangqiao tonight!

Quietly I went, as quietly I came;

I waved my sleeves and didn't take a cloud with me.

Farewell Cambridge. Farewell Cambridge.

Xu Zhimo. Gently I go, as softly I came;

I beckoned softly, and made a cloud of the western sky.

The golden willow on the bank of the river is the bride in the sunset, and the bright shadow in the waves ripples in my heart.

The green wattles on the soft mud are swaggering at the bottom of the water;

In the soft waves of the River Cam, I am willing to be a water weed!

The pool under the shade of the elm is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky;

Crumpled among the floating algae, precipitating a rainbow-like dream.

Looking for a dream? Hold a penny, wander towards the greener grass, load a boatload of starlight, and sing in the starlight.

But I can't play songs, quietly it's a parting sheng flute;

Xia Worm is also silent for me, silence is Kangqiao tonight!

Quietly I went, as quietly I came;

I waved my sleeves and didn't take a cloud with me.

Lin Youjia's farewell to Kangqiao.

Philosophical verses are:1. The sunset is infinitely good, but it is just near dusk. ——Li Shangyin, "Le You Yuan".

Good things are always short-lived, and we must cherish the present.

2. Not afraid of clouds and clouds, only because he is at the top. ——Wang Anshi, "Ascending the Flying Peak".

When our understanding reaches a certain level, we will be able to see the essence through phenomena and will not be confused by the illusion of things.

3. When people don't know Lingyun wood, they wait until Lingyun is high. - Du Xunhe, "Komatsu".

When you silently accumulate strength, no one looks favorably on you; When you shine, others cast envious eyes, they only know that you have succeeded, but they don't know how much you have paid for success.

Tracing to the greener grass is from the contemporary poet Xu Zhimo's work "Farewell to Kangqiao".

This is Xu Zhimo's farewell Kangqiao.