Author: Bing Xin
From south to north, it's yellow,
From west to east, it is yellow,
With the spring breeze blowing,
Like a golden ocean,
The waves are getting higher and higher,
I like wandering in my mother's arms.
2. white birch
Author: Ye Saining
At my window,
There is a birch tree,
As if covered with silver frost,
Covered with snowflakes.
Furry branches,
The lace of snow embroidery is very chic.
Strings of flowers are in full bloom,
White tassels are picturesque.
In the dim silence,
The birch stands among the jade.
In the flashing golden light
Shining with brilliant snowflakes.
Birch trees wander around.
Sunset,
It turned to the snowy branches.
Another layer of silver brilliance.
3. flowers
Author: Ye Saining
The farewell flowers whispered to me,
Hang your head on your chest,
It said I'd never see it again,
The face of Iraqis and the homeland of their ancestors.
Honey, what does it matter?
I have seen them; I've seen this land,
Like to accept new caresses and tenderness.
I want to accept this dying trembling.
Because I realized the true meaning of life,
Walking through the journey of life with a smile-
So I always say to people:
Everything in the world goes away and is reborn.
Anyway, someone is coming,
He has long forgotten the sorrow of the dead,
He will give it to the surviving relatives,
Make up a better song to sing.
When my lover and she become new lovers,
Listen to this song-
In a quiet place—
Maybe you will think of me,
It's like thinking about flowers that will never bloom again. ?
4. Potted plants
Author: Ai Qing
Seems to be ancient relics,
The plants here become minerals,
The trunk is bronze and the branches are wire.
Even the leaves are verdigris,
In the antique yard,
It is neither cold in winter nor hot in summer.
There are rosewood and mahogany shelves,
This also shows their prominent position.
In fact, they are all unfortunate products.
Has long since lost its true colors,
Among various flowerpots,
Suffer oppression and injustice,
Every process of growing up,
All entangled in wire and tortured by knives and scissors.
At the mercy of others, you can't stretch freely,
Some grow, some shrink,
Taking imbalance as the standard,
Typically incomplete,
Like a rickety old man,
Boasting about grotesque deformities,
Some stick out from the abdomen,
Some show their roots,
Leave some crooked branches,
Sesame leaves show that there is still youth.
Like a group of war-torn wounded soldiers,
Supporting one disabled life after another,
But all the flowers and trees,
Everyone should have their own world,
Roots absorb nutrients from the soil,
Branches and leaves carry rain and dew and sunshine,
Free extension and normal development,
Feel comfortable under the sky,
Accept the caress of nature,
Give off your own fragrance,
Now everything is upside down,
A few people get older and the elderly get smaller.
In order to satisfy people's curiosity,
Showing off the skills of flower farmers,
The flexibility around the fingers will be distorted,
Grass and trees have added axes and knives without words,
Maybe this is also an art,
But what I wrote was a mockery of freedom.
5, crab claw flower
Author: love
Maybe you're not sad about it,
Crab claw flowers burst along the periphery of the earthen basin,
Crab claw flowers burst along the periphery of the earthen basin,
Crab claw flowers burst along the periphery of the earthen basin,
Looking back silently together,
You point to the window in despair,
In the tangled blue ribs, you start to say: naked,
There will be body odor,
A vomit, a crab claw flower,
Through the sky that occupies your forehead,
At the best moment, you start to say: pain,
The branches and leaves are Xu Xia, and the sound of running water in the stems is full of ears.
You suddenly froze,
At the moment when the flowers burst like wounds,
You just have to recognize yourself,
In the tangled blue ribs, you start to say: naked,
There will be body odor,
A vomit, a crab claw flower,
Through the sky that occupies your forehead,
At the best moment, you start to say: pain,
The branches and leaves are Xu Xia, and the sound of running water in the stems is full of ears.
You suddenly froze,
At the moment when the flowers burst like wounds,
You know yourself.