1. "Nostalgia" Yu Guangzhong
When I was a child,
Nostalgia was like a small stamp,
I was here,
My mother is over there.
When I grow up,
Nostalgia is a narrow ticket,
I am here,
The bride is there head.
Later,
Nostalgia is like a short grave,
I am outside,
My mother is inside.
And now,
Nostalgia is like a shallow strait,
I am at this end, and
the mainland is at the other end.
2. "Farewell Cambridge" by Xu Zhimo?
Quietly I left,
Just as quietly I came;
< p>I waved gently,Farewell to the clouds in the western sky.
The golden willows by the river,
are the bride in the sunset;
The beautiful shadow in the ripples,
is in my heart Ripple.
The green banana plants on the soft mud,
swaying oilily under the water;
In the soft waves of the Cam River,
I would rather be a waterweed!
The pool under the shade of elm trees,
is not a clear spring,
it is a rainbow in the sky;
crushed among the floating algae,< /p>
Precipitated rainbow-like dreams.
Looking for a dream? Take a long punt and row back to where the grass is greener;
Load a boat full of stars,
Sing songs in the colorful starlight.
But I can’t sing,
Quietness is the shengxiao of parting;
The summer insects are also silent for me,
Silence is today Late Cambridge!
Quietly I left,
just as quietly as I came;
I waved my sleeves,
not taken away A cloud.
3. "Snow" by Lu Xun
The rain in warm countries has never turned into cold, hard and brilliant snowflakes. Well-informed people think he is dull, but does he himself think he is unfortunate? The snow in the south of the Yangtze River is extremely moist and beautiful; it is the message of youth that is still vague, and it is the skin of an extremely strong virgin. In the snowy fields, there are blood-red camellias, single-petaled plum blossoms with hints of green in the white, dark yellow bell-shaped wintersweet flowers, and cold green weeds beneath the snow. There were indeed no butterflies; whether bees came to collect honey from camellias and plum blossoms, I can’t remember exactly. But before my eyes I seemed to see winter flowers blooming in the snowy fields, with many bees flying busily, and I could hear them humming.
The children held their little hands, which were red from the cold and looked like purple buds of ginger, and seven or eight of them came together to shape the Snow Arhat. Because it didn't work out, someone's father also came to help. The Arhat was molded to be much taller than the children. Although it was just a small pile at the top and a big one at the bottom, it was hard to tell whether it was a gourd or an Arhat. However, it was very white and bright, and was cemented with its own moisture, making it sparkle all over. The earth produces light. The children used longan cores to make eyeballs for him, and stole rouge from someone's mother's makeup package to smear on his lips. This time he was indeed a great Arhat. He just sat in the snow with burning eyes and red lips.
The next day, several children came to visit him; he clapped, nodded, and laughed. But at last he sat alone. Sunny days came to clear up his skin again, and cold nights made his skin freeze over again, turning it into an opaque crystal shape. Continuous sunny days made him look like nothing again, and the rouge on his mouth also faded away.
However, after the snowflakes in Shuofang are flying, they will always be like powder and sand. They will never stick to each other. They will be scattered on the house, the ground, and the withered grass, just like that. The snow on the house had already been digested because of the warmth of the fire in the house. In addition, under a clear sky, when a whirlwind suddenly comes, it flies vigorously, shining brightly in the sunlight, like a thick fog containing flames, rotating and rising, filling the space, causing the space to rotate and rise.
In the boundless wilderness, under the cold sky, what is shining and rotating is the spirit of rain...
Yes, that is lonely snow, it is death. The rain is the spirit of rain.
January 18, 1925.
4. "Women Are Like Flowers" Happy Wandering
As charming as flowers. Like a spring wedding dress hung on lively branches, it always attracts the attention of passers-by intentionally or unintentionally. Either strong, like thousands of trees in bright purple and red, or light, like rain-moistened pear blossoms with various styles. It seems that spring is only intoxicating for one person, and how can you tell which flower is the most beautiful when you are intoxicated?
Fragrant as flowers. Like the clothes of a child's lost dream, they are colorful and thin, but wrapped in pure hope, quietly dressing up every season of life. This hope is not remembered in normal times, and suddenly makes me feel melancholy when it is lost. Breathe deeply, a lifetime is not a long time.
As precious as a flower. Just like the dusty lovesickness in the attic of my hometown, it lingers and will not disappear with time. It sounds in every passionate night, playing with your cherished heartstrings. It penetrates into the deepest part of your soul softly and gently, making you unable to help but carefully wrap it up without revealing any gaps.
Bloom like a flower.
Just like the magma hidden deep in the seabed, the courage to burst out is brewing. Even if the hot rush cools into eternal sorrow in a moment, you still have to feel the power of freedom given by life. Don't lament that flowers bloom and fall, spring red is impermanent. Even if they bloom in the gloomiest corner, no one can appreciate it in the rain and cold wind, the process of blooming is the sunshine that warms a lifetime.
Treat gains and losses calmly, look at all the prosperity with a cold eye, not be arrogant when you are happy, and not depressed when you are frustrated. Cultivate a calm and calm determination in the experience of life. On the ebb and flow stage of life, lift the weight as lightly as possible, sing the song "Pick chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely see the southern mountains", and face the hustle and bustle with a free and easy attitude. of mortal world. The fallen flowers are speechless, the fragrance lingers, and we face life with a calm and calm attitude. This state may be difficult to achieve, but we should be on the road to pursue this state.
5. "Sunrise on the Sea" Ba Jin
In order to watch the sunrise, I often get up early. It was not yet bright at that time, and the surroundings were very quiet. There was only the sound of machinery on the ship.
The sky is still light blue and very light in color. In the blink of an eye, a red glow appeared on the horizon, slowly expanding its scope and strengthening its brightness. I knew the sun was about to rise from the sky, so I looked there without blinking an eye.
Sure enough, after a while, half of the sun's face appeared in that place. It was really red, but there was no light. The sun slowly worked its way up step by step, as if it was carrying a heavy load. In the end, it finally broke through the clouds and completely jumped out of the sea. Its color was very cute. In an instant, this dark red round thing suddenly emitted a dazzling light that made people's eyes hurt. The clouds next to it also suddenly became bright.
Sometimes the sun walks into the clouds, but its light shines down from the clouds and directly onto the water. At this time, it was not easy to tell which was the water and which was the sky, because I only saw a bright light.
Sometimes there are dark clouds in the sky, and the clouds are very thick. When the sun comes out, the human eye cannot see it. However, the sun's rays radiating in the black clouds passed through the black clouds and set a luminous golden edge on the black clouds. Later, the sun slowly broke out of the encirclement and appeared in the sky, even dyeing the black clouds purple or red. At this time, it was not only the sun, clouds and sea water that shone brightly, but also myself.
Isn’t this a great spectacle?