Night stand

Summer.
In the evening, I went to the lake walk Guangxi.
As always Guihu still lying on the, take it lightly with, not because of the harassment of visitors and have the slightest annoyance, like the demure elegance, like the cool calm.
Looking at a lake Bik, no matter how anxious you are, how restless, the heart will gradually calm down and let the thoughts fly, allowing the shuttle back and let the memories go of some uncertain again, came and went.
Away from the hustle and bustle, I quietly walk, a pool of lotus leaves around it will come quietly, a piece of green bark, like diarrhea of the spring, swing in the breeze out of layers of waves, give birth again and chill.
Excitedly to see the newly sprung several flower lotus, carrying a tie down Song, comes from the ancient ford, between the leaves alone, Kingston, do not worry is fear. I looked again I hope, the total can not bear to look away, as if it were seen for a long-lost friends, long familiar concept in mind, as has been cordial.
Trance, I saw you, look for a ray of subtle fragrance, supporting a green pole, since the water came, soulful smile, when I was about to call you, but nowhere to be found.
Who are you? Why is the total uncertainty at a time into my heart, only a Yudi easily on the wind in the Tang style, wind the Song Yun, lingering in the wind and loads of singing flowers swaying the heart to do the United States?
Is boat which leaves only the spring is not set containing Why worry?
Grip breeze, I searching, and you just aloof, smiling, speechless.
Finally, the night hit, Xiao-Feng Fu month.
Fragmented mind, converging fragmented text, greets into tears, Tang Chu winding river.
So, thinking bunch, horizontal in the water, people are lonely.
His back, it reminds me of a waxing crescent one night last year, you face a lake blue water, the letter I Yinchu a poem:

Body, lake walk
Shadow, Spirit Lake under
Wind side of catkins, bent sickle
Do not seem so light
Moon Lake is just that
Anxious sky

Lake as a mirror
Has had a wave of evil
Stretch can not, in brings tears torture
Soon as frightened Ming
Subsolar the evening

I exclaimed endless for your whim, you do advocate self-written name for the poem: night stand.
You laugh, but where's marriage, then where's the edge?
Heart health, such as you and me!
......

That love that scene is still vivid in my mind, only this time want to come but if the rising crescent eyes, elusive, makes lips remain melancholy air.
Like a Song singing, sad only is the soul.
Command to the very mysterious miss, I rush to move forward, but that spring, then south, the young, is still firmly in the chase came to me again and again display poetic.
So, really looking forward to, in a dusk copies courtyard unlatched, the wind, you like a track peach dream, people pretty smile ......
Since then, students, lakeside walk; death, the soul under the lake.