Song of the Four Seasons
Spring
The green flame is swaying on the grass,
He longs to embrace you, flower.
Resisting against the earth, flowers stretch out,
When the warm wind blows away trouble, or joy.
If you wake up, open the window,
Look at how beautiful this garden is full of desire. April
The vast sky came to the bedside of the lush earth today, bowed down, and whispered quietly: "I belong to you."
The earth said : "How is this possible? You are so vast and boundless, but I am so small."
Tianyu said: "I have defined the boundaries for my traveling clouds all around."
Dadi said: "You have so much light and wealth, but I have nothing."
Tianyu replied: "Today my sun, moon and stars have all been abandoned by me. Today you are my only relative. "
Dadi said: "My tear-filled heart is shaking with the wind, but you are unmoving."
Tianyu said: "Don't you see that I am. I am filled with tears today. Just like your dark heart, my heart is covered with a dark shadow."
He filled it with his tearful singing voice. The eternal distance between heaven and earth.
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May
Melanie and Willows by the Rhone River Yiyi, Black Grape's eyes are deeper than those of the girl from Provence.
In May, the mulberry picking season, love is coming quietly.
Well, how should I describe it?
How do sun-brown hands stir up passion;
How do her blushing cheeks inspire virginity?
Mistral is drunk. By the gurgling little river,
In the dense forest of forgetfulness, he caught the terrible little naughty thing of love
Then he offered a violet,
Then pluck a water lily;
Then write burning verses, and say:
This is my heart
My soul
The flowers of my youth.
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Summer
The white waves roll gently into the gravel, and the breeze blows The green leaves of the palm trees are moving: you lie comfortably in the hammock,
Looking at the beautiful sea from a distance. However, one day, when you remember your hometown, you give your thoughts to the pink floating clouds and let them float to the horizon; pick the largest and most beautiful conch and listen to the big sound.
The voice of the sea...
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June
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July
Childhood
At night, the heat is fading.
I dragged the straw mat to the top of the building
Suddenly I saw
a shooting star gently streaking across the night sky,
Falling into the distance beyond the sycamore tree
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Dad saw it and said
It was too hot
It lit up the stars.
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August
Song of the Waves
Coast and I were originally a couple. Passion brought us close, but the atmosphere separated us.
Whenever the blue morning light appears in the sky, I come here and use the fresh waves to dispel the heat in his heart.
At dawn, I quietly made a vow in my lover's ear, and we hugged tightly
. In the evening, I sang a psalm for love, and he kissed me on the lips.
I am willful and my mood is always restless; but my lover will always tolerate it.
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And so firm.
When the tide came in, I hugged him; when the tide went out, I threw myself at his feet.
Whenever the daughters of the ocean come to the sea from the Dragon Palace and sit on the cliff to admire the stars,
How many times have I danced around them. I have listened to how many lovers talk about their love, and I miss the beauty with them and sigh with them. I said many words to the cliffs, but they were all mute. I smiled and flattered them, but they ignored me.
I rescued countless lives from the abyss, allowing them to survive; I stole countless treasures from the bottom of the sea,
dedicated them to the God of Beauty.
When night comes, the god of sleep embraces everything on earth, but I can’t fall asleep - sometimes I sing,
Sometimes I sigh, how sad! Insomnia tortures me, but I am in love! And the temper of love
does not like sleep.
This is my life. This is how I spend my time as long as I have a breath left.
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Autumn
Ah, unrestrained west wind, you are the breath of autumn !
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You travel up and down, unrestrained spirit,
You are both a destroyer and a protector; listen, listen!
You sing an elegy for this passing year;
When the curtain of night falls,
It will become the giant tomb of this year. Dome,
You use the condensed clouds and mist as a support for it,
And from this dense cloud and mist, there will emerge:
Electric fire , hail, and black rain; ah, hear!
The vast Atlantic Ocean was originally calm,
It cracked with your footsteps;
Under the sea, those wet woods with no branches and leaves,
There are also sea flowers. When they hear the sound of your arrival,
they suddenly change color. They are taken aback.
They tremble and wither. Ah, listen!
If I were a fallen leaf that you blow;
If I were a cloud flying with you;
If I were a wave, under your power Panting,
Enjoy the push of your divine power, be free...
Then I will not be in this embarrassing situation,
I beg you hard: Ah , lift me up quickly,
Like a leaf, a cloud, a wave!
I encountered the thorns in life, and my blood flowed! ! ! ! ! ! !
The burden of time traps me and overwhelms me,
I am so much like you: recalcitrant, swift and proud.
Treat me as your lyre, as the bush,
What if my leaves fall?
In the powerful symphony of your roar,
There will be the deep singing of the woods and me,
We will sing the sound of autumn, gentle and sad.
Elf, let me become you, fierce and strong!
Scatter my dead thoughts across the universe,
Like dead leaves, to encourage new life;
Please listen to the spell in this poem of mine ,
Spread my words to people all over the world,
Like blowing sparks from an everlasting furnace!
Please lend my lips to the unawakened earth,
Blow out prophecies like a trumpet!
If winter comes, can spring be far behind?
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October
Be unfazed by favor or disgrace, watching the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court; < /p>
I have no intention of leaving or leaving, just look at the clouds rolling and relaxing in the sky.
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November
Five hundred miles of Dianchi Lake, running towards the eyes. The shore is draped with lapels, and the joy is vast and boundless. Look: the divine horse is flying in the east; the spiritual instrument is flying in the west; it is winding in the north; it is flying in the south. A master of arts and crafts, why not choose to win and ascend. Taking advantage of Xieyu Luozhou, combing the wind and mist on the temples. More frequently, the sky and reeds are dotted with green feathers and red clouds. Don't let it down: fragrant rice is surrounded by thousands of hectares of clear sand; hibiscus in nine summers; willows in three springs.
Thousands of years of past events are brought to mind. Drinking wine, sighing where the hero is. Think about it: the Han Dynasty practiced building boats; the Tang Dynasty marked iron pillars; the Song Dynasty wielded jade axes; the Yuan Dynasty crossed leather bags. Great achievements, great efforts, and great efforts to move mountains. The bead curtains and painted buildings are not as large as the evening rain and morning clouds. Then the ruins of the stele were broken, and they were all illuminated by the mist. I only win: a few pestles and sparse bells; half a river of fishing fire; two rows of autumn geese; and a pillow of clear frost.
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Winter
The setting sun was jealous of the sunset, and I wanted to have a little look back.
However, my cheeks became more and more red, so I had to retreat shyly.
Farmers in the fields, carrying hoes, lead their animals back
The leaves on the branches look even softer and weaker after the cold wind of the day
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The pitch-black crow flies by quickly, hoping to show its power even more when the night comes
On the heights of the sea and sky, there is nothing, only the traces of clouds cruising around.
Seems lighter than bird feathers.
The quiet inlet, like a huge emerald, is the home of dinner for night birds
The water plants on the cliff edge tremble in the night wind
If Give it a piece of moonlight
Ding Linqi shed tears
A biting cool breeze
Mixed with cold rain falling down
Ring The tiles on the roof
The furious tide
attacks the broken rocks
Vents its resentment
But the dark mountain top Silence
Everything is finally quiet
The wormwood shivered
The stone steps gritted our teeth to endure the cold winter
We sat on the bench
Look at the snowflakes flying in the wind tomorrow
It is the crystallization of the breath of our life and the condensed love
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January
Singing on the Bridge
Water flows under the Mirabor Bridge
Is the past worth looking back on?
Joy always follows sorrow
The time has come and the night is dark.
The sun and moon fly by, illuminating my lonely shadow.
Holding hands and facing each other
Crossing arms like a bridge
Can’t see the tired water flowing under the bridge
The time has come , the night is dark.
The sun and moon fly by, illuminating my lonely shadow.
Love never comes back
The surging river flows day and night
Life is long
Hope never dies!
The time has come and the night is dark.
The sun and moon fly by, illuminating my lonely shadow.
Year after year, day after day
Youth is like a bird,
once gone, never to come back;
Past events Like a cloud of smoke,
How can I find it again?
The time has come and the night is dark.
The sun and moon fly by, illuminating my lonely shadow.
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February
To the sea
Goodbye Come on, element of freedom!
This is the last time you are in front of my eyes,
rolling blue waves,
and shining proud beauty.
It seems to be the melancholy complaint of a friend,
It seems to be his call when parting -
I listen for the last time
< p>Your sad noise.You are the desire of my heart!
I often walk along your shore
Wandering quietly and blankly alone,
still troubled by that secret wish!
How I love your somber tone,
Your endless voice,
And the silence at dusk,
And that capricious passion!
......
The singer who wept for the God of Liberty has disappeared,
Only his laurels are left in the world...
< p>Rush and roar, O sea! ! !It was he who sang you.
He has your image on his body,
It is your spirit that created this poet:
Dignity, melancholy and gloominess
Unruly, just like you!
Oh, goodbye, sea.
I will never forget your majestic face.
I will always remember you.
I will take your rocks, your bays
your flashes and shadows and whispering waves
into the forest,
Lead into the silent wasteland.
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I didn’t expect the poet to have such courage
I don’t know who Zhi Dahai is Written?