1. "Lian's Thoughts
"
Modern · Xi Murong
I am a blooming summer lotus
I wish you could see me now
The wind and frost have not come to erode the autumn rain, and the autumn rain has not yet dropped
The green season has left me again and I am already graceful< /p>
Neither worry nor fear
Now is the time
My most beautiful moment, but the door is locked
In the fragrant smile Who will know my Lian's thoughts in the future?
Unfortunately, you either came too early
or too late.
2.
"Qili Xiang"
Author: Xi Murong
The stream is eager to flow to the ocean, but the waves are eager to return to the land.
In front of the fence of green trees and white flowers, I waved goodbye so easily.
After twenty years of vicissitudes, our souls return every night
When the breeze blows, they turn into the fragrance of the garden.
3.
, "Tree"
Author: Ai Qing
A tree, a tree
Standing isolated from each other
Wind and air
Tell them the distance
But under the cover of soil
Their distance The roots stretch out
In the invisible depth
They entangle the roots
, "Rape Flower"
From south to north, a piece of yellow
From west to east, a piece of yellow
With the spring breeze blowing
Like a golden ocean
One wave is higher than the other
Like wandering in mother's arms
2. "Peach Blossom"
Every time I open the window< /p>
Looking around
You will open your mouth
Sing loudly
I saw you pick up your pink trumpet
< p>Blow a beautiful songIt seems to be telling something happily
I thought about it for a long time
Oh
It turns out You are telling people the arrival of spring
3. "Leaves"
February and March
The leaves are green and green
May 6 Moon
The leaves are thick and thick
Falling down
Becoming bald
When will that be
4. "Green Ya'er"
Bing Xin
The green Ya'er said to the young people: "Develop yourself!"
Plain Flowers say to young people: "Dedicate yourself!"
Crimson fruits say to young people: "Sacrifice yourself!"
5. "A Little Flower"
Author: [Russian] Pushkin Translation: Liu Zhanqiu
I saw a forgotten little flower in the book. It had long withered and lost its fragrance. Suddenly my heart was filled with a Bizarre fantasy. Where did it bloom? When? Which spring? Has it bloomed for a long time? Who took it off, the hand of an acquaintance or a stranger? And why did you put it in the book and press it lightly? To commemorate a tender encounter. , or for a sad farewell? Or just walking in loneliness and picking at will, in the dense forest, in the quiet fields? Is that him or her still alive? Where is their home at this moment? Or they have already died, like this one A little flower that no one knows about?
6. "The Pear Tree" by Hilda Doolittle. The silver dust mist rises from the ground. My hand cannot reach you. You rise so high. Oh, my hand is enough for silver. Without you, the flowers are blooming towards us. No other flower can bloom with such strong and pure white petals. No other flower can separate silver from such rare silver. Oh, pure white pear blossom, you are blooming in clusters on the branches with your purple flowers. The heart brings summer, brings mature fruits
7. "Lotus" A faint fragrance, a touch of love, a touch of elegance, a touch of lotus love you, love your elegance, love you out of the mud Bu Ran picked the flowers and placed them in front of the pond. The faint fragrance attracted butterflies. "The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and dragonflies have already stood on it." When asked about this poem, nothing can praise this lotus more than the subtle fragrance. It comes and goes quietly, and the wind takes you away. Your refreshing wind and rain are your companions. You are the angel of dreams. Your tranquility makes me drunk and fascinated...
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8. "White Birch"
Yesenin
In front of my window,
there is a white birch,
as if painted Silver frost,
covered in snowflakes.
Furry branches,
snow-embroidered lace,
strings of flowers blooming,
white tassels picturesque.
In the hazy silence
This white birch stands,
in the brilliant golden light
gleaming brightly snowflakes.
The white birch is surrounded by
The belated morning glow,
It adds another layer of silver to the snow-capped branches
of brilliance.
9. "Tree"
Ai Qing
A tree, a tree
Standing isolated from each other
Wind and air
tell their distance
But under the cover of soil
their roots grow
In the invisible depths
They tangle their roots together
10. "Ode to a Withered Violet"
Author: Shelley< /p>
This flower has lost its fragrance. It was like your kiss that once breathed to me. The bright color has also faded. It no longer shines with you, the only you!