A 2-minute essay on "Chinese Classics Recitation Competition" (poetry and prose are fine)

Dai Wangshu

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone

wandering in the long, long

and lonesome rainy alley,

I hoped to meet

a lilac-like

with a sad girl.

She has the color of lilacs,

the fragrance of lilacs,

the sadness of lilacs,

who complains in the rain,

who complains and wanders;

who wanders in the lonesome rainy alleys,

with an umbrella in her hands,

like me,

who is a woman with a sadness like lilacs.

I hope to meet a girl with a sorrow like lilacs. Like me, she walked in silence

coldly, forlornly, and despondently.

She was a woman of the world, a woman of the world, a woman of the world, a woman of the world, a woman of the world, a woman of the world.

She approached silently,

approached, and cast a

too-breathless gaze

She drifted by

like a dream,

like a dream, poignant and confused.

Like a dream drifting by

A lilac ground,

This wench drifted by me;

She was silently far away, far away,

To the decaying hedge wall,

Walking down this rainy alley.

In the dirge of the rain,

dissipated her color,

dispersed her fragrance,

dissipated, even her

taiyo-like vision

lilac-like melancholy.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone

wandering in the long, long

and lonesome rainy alleys,

I hope to float past

a lilac-like

girl with sadness.