Sailing into Your Eyes （Hong Xiu Tian Luan）
An autumn night is the magic sail of the exquisite on the bare water
I am chilled on the top of the mast
as that lonely star
The autumn starlight is inevitably weak and desolate,
Maybe have to borrow
the gushing blood of rivers to sail
Not going to fish the snow in the cool river
Not going to listen to the drizzle in the mountain
I just want to row into the bottom of your eyes ...
Across the wet grassy shore of think of you
lit up the human landscape filled with passion
Slowly, slowly enter your gentle eyes, pulling up the paddle
Starlight cements into a drop of tear, fall right into the heart of river
Passing through Your Sky （Mo Rui）
An autumn night is the love after ears of wheat are ripe
I am the one in the wilderness,
that lost mind.
The past of autumn days must be confusing,
and must rely on
the lock-on by interwoven memory from all directions.
Have unexpectedly fallen for spring breeze...
Have madly fallen into love
I have stationed in the sky behind you ...
My body have gone through swelling and bursting,
My soul have gone through joys and sorrows,
Slowly passing through your vast sky, I fall,
The past closes the door behind, burning the love into flames.
Inflame Your Vision （Tian Duan）
An autumn night returns to dreams after a long journey,
I am a waving tent
at the campsite
The song of a autumn day is bleak and vast,
must not need further assistance
from the melody of cold wind in the wild mountain.
Shed those lonely feelings,
Put down the pack-full worries,
Let me support you by the vision of a fire ...
With the dry firewood of passion,
With the strong wine of boldness,
Gradually inflaming your awaken vision,
a fireball that pops outside the tent, lit up in your eyes.
Floating by Your Window （Kai Xing Dou Dou）
An autumn night hung like skirts from Tang and Song Dynasties
I chisel through the wall,
reading with the neighboring light borrowed from the sky.
A line of flying geese is almost hidden by the pale sky of an autumn day,
Really want to ask for the help,
from half glass of wine to warm up my feeling.
Hugging the snow of the past to dream,
Brushing the flying time in silence,
I just want to lean against your little window lamp ...
Listen to the prolong singing of crickets,
Grinding the frosty ink on the desk.
Quietly drifting by the small window of your dream, wandering,
Need to find a way flying into the pages, with a touch of fragrance by waving red sleeves
Arriving at Your Waiting （Ni Qiu Er）
An autumn night is an inn full of ghosts in the desert
I am the one in the glass,
the love complex of living drunk and dreaming dead.
The sound of an autumn day wind is so deadly
Why do one still need,
flying sand and rolling pebbles to overturn the world.
Couldn't forget the human face of a peach blossom,
Couldn't forget the scenery of the green river,
Let my missing you run towards your waiting and dim ...
Trek a trip full of skeletons in sand,
Pick a fight full of knives among armored horses.
Barely reach your waiting in blue, soul returns,
splash up a rainbow from the flying blood, as dazzling as the peach blossom.
An autumn night is the jingle of galloping shadows of horseshoes,
I am the one outside this dusty world,
that masked thief.
The silent autumn day evolves into a frosty beauty,
freezes in a second,
into a sword out of sheath through red silk.
Even if the dragon could be tamed in the North,
Even if the ripples could transform the world,
I still could not defend your deadly strike ...
With all my puzzled accupoints sealed,
behind the old mountain base,
I still have to take on your fatal strikes, for God's sake,
if the mobs lost logic, what is frivolous?
Your are My Missed Virgin Poetry （Nian Hua Wei Xiao）
An autumn night holds its breath as if to search a virgin poetry with lantern,
I am those in the past of crystal clarity,
thousands of waving silver hair.
Colorful leaves roll up and down in autumn days,
with mountains of mountains far away,
Sunset and crescent gaze across the East and the West.
Unload the loneliness of half century
Flick a body of dust after the long trip,
Let time hold still in the depths of the gaze between you and me ...
Even if the warrior is old, the virginity persists
Let's call the new ink to write up the missed virgin poem.
Let me reach out to your hand, holding dearly,
Let the autumn wind blow at you and me, heaven and earth.
Pushing your drift （Tian Duan）
An autumn night is the bamboo rafts anchored near the mountain,
I am that one piece on the shallows,
of rocks that the boat is tied to.
No matter how anxiously an autumn day is waiting for,
I still need to ask,
the passion to float me up and down the stream.
Steep as cliffs,
Hard as fortress,
How much I understand your rafting feelings ...
Stepping into the clear cobbled sand,
Leaning on a slippery moss on red rocks,
Quietly push your heart to rafting, let go the rope
the rock is morphed into a shadow, floating away.
Uncovering Your Mask （Mu Rui）
An autumn night is a suspicious feast
I am the one in the scent of wine,
a drop of enticing suspense.
The temptation of a autumn day is generally busy,
Usually needs help,
from the fermenting red wine in the cellar to hide.
Let's have a chitchat with sips
or simply get drunk completely
I have been thinking of your story with mask on ...
Through metaphors of the lush years,
overlooking the left shadows of friends and horses,
Unravel your legendary mask, and gasp,
the suspense just twists into a wisp of wind.
Drifting across Your Memories （Lin Jian Qing Zhu）
An autumn night is the full moon in the silent air,
I am the one under the moonlight
the speechless wish leaning against the window.
The mood of an autumn day are destined to be confusion,
How could one ask
the wind to sort out, who is passing through tree tops.
Even if there are worries by foreigner
Even if there are foggy dreams
I am destined only to be your memories from a foreign land ...
Through flowering spring and fruitful autumn,
Through the sentimental mountains and rivers,
Floating in your lost memories, transposed,
my past blurs into rain, quite grateful.
The Silent Flower of Sword （Lin Jian Qing Zhu）
An autumn night is a call of a goose beyond the tree tops
I am the one in the wild mountain
a cold gust of wind in a hurry.
The autumn sun retrieves the temperature after the dusk,
I have to ask
the falling and flying leaves to drive away the loneliness.
Turn left into steep cliffs,
Turn right into ravines and rapids,
I am holding a deadly famous sword but do not know where to point.
The water thrashes out the turbulent swirls
The cliffs echos the desolate cries.
The blade that jumped at your out of sheath, pulls down the curtain
seals all the past in the dust, life is a dream.
Dissolving Your Offense （Deng Huo Lan Shan Chu）
An autumn night is the universe full of leaves attacking by rain,
I am the one in the woods,
the floating soul under the solitary light.
The autumn sunset has long faded.
Could only go with
the meaningless and speechless dusk.
Hard to rate heroes with wine
Ones who could pull the sword aren't necessary heroes
Why do I play a few rounds of Chinese Chess with you to explore...
Ignite the war between of the opposing ends
Break through the siege imposed by rooks, knights and bishops
Dissolve your fierce attacks with ease, with a piece in hand
counting a few heroes of this set, check.
Running into Your Warmth （Qing Kong）
An autumn night is a break after the buzz
I am the one outside the show
an audience with understanding
The narrative voice of an autumn day is lonesome
Fortunately, there is help from
a wonder where raindrops meet dewdrops
Away go the mundane chores
Down put the subtle feelings
I just want to melt in the warmth of your palm ...
Counting lights on the sailboats across the sea
Looking up the morning start through the windows
The warmth of every encounter with you gets warmer, albeit brief
My blessing shoots up like fireworks, a curtain for the new show debuts
Crossed Your Kitchen （Deng Huo Lan Shan Chu）
An autumn night was the torment of the pots and pans,
I am the one next to the stove,
an appetitive cat.
The humbleness of an autumn day has long gone,
Why should I ask the help
from mouse whiskers to pose as a hero?
Feign blue eyes of the tiger,
Pretend to purr,
I crouched in a corner of kitchen......
Do not think the chef had setup everything to defend
The one who laughs last always laughs more freely
Hastily crossed your messy kitchen, stretched mouth.
I got the fish maw, and jumped as far as high as possible.