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If I become a golden flower, for fun,
Growing on a tall branch, swinging in the air with a smile,
Mom, will you still know me?
If you yell, "Where are you, son?"
I snickered there, but didn't say a word.
I will quietly open my petals and watch you work.
When taking a bath, my wet hair falls over my shoulders and passes through the golden flowers shaded by green trees.
When you go to the small courtyard of prayer, you will smell the flowers.
But I didn't know the smell came from me.
At lunch, I sat at the window and read Ramayana.
When the shadow of that tree falls on your hair and knees,
I want to cast my little shadow on your page,
Right where you are reading.
But can you guess that this is a small shadow of your child?
When you take the lamp to the cowshed at dusk,
I'm going to suddenly fall to the ground again,
To be your child again, please tell me a story.
"Where have you been, you bad boy?"
"I won't tell you, mom."
That's what you and I were trying to say.
Streets in the sky
The street lights in the distance are very clear.
There seem to be countless stars shining.
Stars in the sky. Now,
It seems that countless street lamps are on.
I think that empty sky,
There must be a beautiful market.
Some items on display in the market,
It must be a rare thing in the world.
You see, the shallow Tianhe,
Certainly not very broad.
Cowherd and Weaver Girl across the river,
I'm sure I can ride a cow.
I think now,
You must walk in Tianjie.
If you don't believe me, please look at that meteor.
They are walking with lanterns.
tranquil night
The moonlight is faint,
Hanging over the pine forest outside the village.
White clouds,
A few scattered stars leaked out.
Where is Tianhe?
The sea fog in the distance is blurred.
Afraid that Jiao Ren would go ashore,
On the moon?
spring
Looking forward to, looking forward to, the east wind is coming, and the pace of spring is approaching.
Everything looked like I had just woken up, and I opened my eyes with joy. The mountains moistened, the water rose and the sun blushed.
The grass crawled out of the soil, tender and green. In the garden, in the field, look at a large area full of yes. Sit, lie down, roll twice, kick a few balls, run a few laps, grab a few laps. The wind is quiet and the grass is soft.
Peach trees, apricot trees and pear trees are all in full bloom, and you won't let me or I won't let you. Red is like fire, pink is like chardonnay and white is like snow. Flowers are sweet; When I close my eyes, the village seems to be full of peaches, Xinger and pears. Hundreds of bees are buzzing under the flowers, and butterflies of different sizes are flying around. Wildflowers are everywhere: miscellaneous, named and unnamed, scattered in the grass like eyes, like stars, still flashing.
"Blowing your face is not cold, willow trees become a shade", yes, like a mother's hand touching you. The wind brought the smell of new ploughing, mixed with the smell of grass, and the fragrance of various flowers, all brewing in the slightly humid air. Birds nest in flowers and leaves. They are very happy. Calling friends proudly showed off his crisp voice and sang melodious songs, which set each other off in harmony with the light wind and flowing water. The piccolo of the shepherd boy on the cow's back rang all day at this time.
Rain is the most common and lasts for three or two days. Don't be upset. You see, like cow hair, like a flower needle, like a filament, densely woven diagonally, and there is a thin layer of smoke on the roof. The leaves are bright green. The grass is too green to see your eyes clearly. At night, the lights turned on, and a little dim light set off a quiet and peaceful night. In the countryside, on the path, by the stone bridge, there are people walking slowly with umbrellas; There are also farmers working in the fields, wearing wrinkled clothes and wrinkled hats. Their house,
Sparse and silent in the rain.
There are more kites in the sky and more children on the ground. Every family, old and young, came out from the city and the countryside. Relax, be full of energy and do your own thing.
"A year's plan lies in spring" has just begun, and there is plenty of time and hope.
Spring is like a newborn doll. It's new from head to toe and still growing.
Spring is like a little girl, dressed up and walking with a smile.
Spring is like a strong young man with iron arms, waist and feet. He led us forward.
Paper boat-send it to mom
backbone
I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper,
Keep it forever
Keep it,
Folding into a very small boat,
Throw it into the sea from the boat.
Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind,
Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.
I am still not discouraged, folding every day,
I always hope that a person can only flow where I want him to go.
Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
Don't be surprised that he dreams for no reason.
This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.
Wanshui Qian Shan, please ask him to come back with her love and sorrow!
I used my injured palm.
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Author: Dai Wangshu
I used my injured palm.
Explore this vast land:
This corner has been reduced to ashes,
That corner is just blood and mud;
This lake should be my hometown,
(In spring, the embankment is full of flowers.
Tender willow branches are broken with strange fragrance)
I touched the coolness of seaweed and water;
The snow peaks in Changbai Mountain are freezing cold.
The water and sediment of the Yellow River slip through the fingers;
Rice fields in the south of the Yangtze River, your new grass.
It is so thin, so soft ... now there is only Artemisia;
Litchi flowers in Lingnan wither in loneliness,
I am immersed in the bitter water that there are no fishing boats in the South China Sea. ......
Invisible palms sweep the infinite mountains and rivers,
Fingers stained with blood and ash, palms stained with darkness,
Only the far corner is still intact,
Warm, clear, firm and vigorous spring.
On it, I stroked it with my broken palm,
Like a lover's soft hair, a baby's milk.
I put all my strength on the palm of my hand and put it on it.
Send love and all hope,
Because there is only the sun, no spring,
Will dispel the haze and bring Su Sheng,
Because it's the only place where we don't live like animals,
Die like an ant ... there, eternal China!
I love this land.
Ai Qing
If I were a bird,
I should also sing with a hoarse throat:
This land hit by the storm,
This river of sadness and anger will surge forever,
This endless wind,
And the gentle dawn from the forest ...
And then I died,
Even feathers rot in the ground.
Why do I often cry?
Because I love this land deeply. ...
Motherland, my dear motherland.
Author: Shu Ting
I am your shabby old waterwheel by the river.
Old songs that have been spun for hundreds of years.
I am a miner's lamp with your forehead blackened.
When you grope in the tunnel of history.
I am a withered ear of rice; This is a roadbed that is in disrepair.
This is a barge on the beach.
Draw the rope deep
Pull it into your shoulder
-the motherland!
I am very poor.
I am sad
I am your ancestor.
Painful hope.
It's a flying sleeve.
Flowers that never fall to the ground for thousands of years
-Motherland
I am your brand-new ideal.
Just broke free from the mythical spider web.
I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow.
I am your tearful smile.
I am the newly painted white starting line.
This is crimson dawn.
Spraying
-Motherland
I am one billionth of you.
Is the sum of your 9.6 million square meters.
With your scarred breasts,
raise
Lost me, considerate me, boiling me.
And then from my flesh and blood
get
Your richness, your glory, your freedom.
-Motherland
my dear motherland
Pushkin (Russia)
If life cheats you.
Don't be sad, don't be impatient.
You need to keep calm on a blue day.
Believe it, happy days will come.
My heart always looks forward to the future.
I am often depressed now.
Everything is instantaneous.
Everything will pass.
That's already in the past
Will become a beautiful memory.
Ode to Lei Dian (Guo Moruo)
Wind! You shout! Howl! Yell hard! In this dark time, everything is sleeping, dreaming and dead. It's time for you to roar, and it's time for you to roar hard!
No matter how you yell, you can't wake them up from their dreams, you can't blow away the dead, you can't blow away the darkness heavier than iron, but you can at least blow away some dust, some gravel, and at least some flowers and trees. You can let Dongting Lake, Yangtze River and East China Sea surge for you and roar loudly with you!
Ah, I miss Dongting Lake, I miss the Yangtze River and I miss the East China Sea! The mighty waves, the mighty power! That is freedom, dance, music and poetry! Ah, the great poems in the universe, your wind, your thunder, your electricity, everything you roar and shine in this darkness, you are poetry, music and dance. Great artists in your universe, try your best to exert your strength! Vent endless anger, explode this dark universe, gloomy universe! It exploded!
Ray, your rumble is the sound of your wheels rolling. You dragged me to Dongting Lake, to the Yangtze River and to the East China Sea! I want to see the rolling waves, and I want to hear the roar of soup. I want to float to the island where there is no conspiracy, no filth, no selfishness and no one. I want to join you, with your voice, with the vast sea, and jump into the boundless and infinitely free ocean.
Ah, electricity! You are the sharpest sword in the universe! My long sword has been drawn. But you, you can draw my tangible sword, but you can't draw my invisible sword. Electricity, you are the sword in the universe and the sword in my heart! You separate, separate, separate! Split, split, split this darkness stronger than iron! Although you separated it like water, it closed again when you took it away. But at least, you can let that light appear for a while. Oh, what bright and dazzling light! Liang, I admire you, I admire you! I want to bow to you, I want to bow to you. I know, you are a fire. You, the greatest person in the universe! Fire, you are in the sky, you are in front of me, you are by my side, I know, you are the life of the universe, you are my life, you are me! My burning life, I am about to burst into anger, can't I shine in generate? !
Burst, my body, burst, the universe! Let the naked Vulcan people move and roll like the wind and the sea! Burn all these tangible and dirty things, burn it! Burning this contains all the evil darkness!
Burn you, Dong Huang Taiyi, burn you in the clouds! You wooden poles, what virtue do you have sitting on the throne? You are just the father and mother who produce darkness.
You, you Dong Jun, what kind of Dong Jun are you? People say you are the sun god. You, you can't run at all sitting there. You, you're blushing. Are you shy, too? Ah, you, you are totally fake. You, you wooden stick, you heartless and soulless person, I will burn you, burn you and burn everything! Especially if you want to burn your horse, come down and walk if you can!
What a good Priestess of Death, what a good young man, you are very capable, and you know how to tease people. What A Xiang jun, what A Xiang lady, your superb skills, only know to cry. Cry, what's the use of crying. Tears, what's the use of tears. Make you cry a few times at most. Isn't that the instrument of torture used by the master to beat slaves? Get off the boat, get off the cloud, I'll burn you, burn you, burn you!
Hum, and you herb, oh, you herb. You, you are my first comforter, I see it clearly! Why do you have to rest when you are led up a high slope? I stood on the high slope and looked back at the Longmen. I see very clearly, very clearly! I saw ChanJuan abused, and I saw you stand up and defend. As a result, you were brought into Longmen, and Chanjuan was also brought into Longmen. But I, I have no tears, and the universe, the universe has no tears. What's the use of tears? We only have thunder, only lightning, only storms! We didn't rain slowly. This is my will, the will of the universe!
Encouragement, wind! Roar, ray! Shine, electricity! Destroy, destroy, destroy everything that sleeps in the dark arms!
I hope it helps you! ! !