You stand on the bridge and watch the scenery. The scenery watcher is watching you upstairs. The bright moon decorated your window, and you decorated other people's dreams.
1, Gu Cheng: The night gave me black eyes, but I used them to look for light!
Haizi: "Spring blossoms, facing the sea"
From tomorrow on, I want to be a happy person;
Comb hair, chop wood and travel around the world.
From tomorrow on, I will care about food and vegetables.
I have a house facing the sea, which is full of spring flowers.
From tomorrow on, write to everyone I love.
Tell them my happiness,
What did the lightning of happiness tell me,
I will distribute it to each of them.
Give every river and mountain a warm name.
Stranger, I will also wish you happiness.
I wish you a bright future!
May you lovers get married!
May you be happy on earth.
I only want to face the sea and spring blossoms.
3. Xu Zhimo: Farewell to Cambridge
I left quietly, just as I came gently;
I waved my hand gently and bid farewell to the clouds in the western sky. Golden willow by the river,
Is the bride in the sunset; Beautiful shadows in the waves ripple in my heart.
Green grass on the soft mud, oily, swaying at the bottom of the water; In the soft waves of Cambridge,
I would like to be an aquatic plant! A pool in the shade of elm trees,
It's not a clear spring, but the rainbow in the sky is pressed in floating seaweed, precipitating a rainbow-like dream.
Looking for dreams? Holding a long wormwood, stroll back to the greener grass.
Full of starlight, singing in the splendor of starlight. But I can't play songs,
Quiet is a farewell flute; Summer insects are also silent for me, silence is Cambridge tonight!
I left quietly, just as I came quietly;
I waved my sleeve without taking away a cloud.
graceful
Meeting is fate.
Meet by chance, get to know each other,
I don't know where to meet again after saying goodbye tonight.
When drinking is a song, the past remains clear.
Life is like a dream. May I be drunk forever.
Passers-by are in a hurry and will say goodbye sooner or later.
Today is the autumn wind, and yesterday the yellow flowers were still there.
The ancient road is long and the golden urn is full.
Years are like stars, and feelings are like water.
My heart is looking at the bright moon. When will the dragons sing?
When birds fly through the window
Author: Lan Jian Piaopiao
A field full of rape blossoms
Flat, stretched
Childhood song
Riding on the back of a cow and singing along the path
Smoke from the kitchen is on the blue tile at dusk.
Jumping and frolicking
Whose mulberry picking girl is it?
Roll up gauze sleeves
Facing the river
Dress up that sweet dream
come and go
Crowd, white people
The birds
Embark on the pilgrimage of youth clothes
Old log cabin
Silent calendar
hands up!
look into the sky
Pray for an amazing declaration of life
On the ancient windowsill
Jasmine parviflora
Gentle and fragrant every fan.
Closed window lattice
Mom's jiaozi.
Author: Mifu
When you are not at home.
Farewell to jiaozi wrapped in the kang.
Mother rubs the noodles with tears, and father rubs the noodles with silence.
The taste of jiaozi is not available on weekdays.
Knead into a hundred worries
Pack a thousand blessings.
Hold tight for ten thousand times.
Have a taste of this hot jiaozi.
When homesick in a foreign country.
Mom's jiaozi smells good.
Those prosperous jiaozi in the street.
They are all full of homesickness.
Dianyipan Home-cooked jiaozi
Drink a pot of old wine.
Keep a fifteenth moon.
I feel a little at home.
Summer night
Author: Rong Er
Who has a machete,
Cut the moon into eyebrows,
Wu Gang put away the osmanthus wine,
Let me drink this acacia.
I want to tell my sadness to the stars,
The star tore off a white cloud to cover her head,
Shame,
Begging the wind to take a message,
The wind tugged at the sleeves of the willow branches,
Refused to leave.
Hey! Yaner whispered in her nest,
Light, her eyes are too confused,
Chier also said that she was too boring.
Oh! Fortunately, this moth is ambitious,
She said she would do many things for me.
If you are a snowflake.
Author: Mo Ke Romantic
If you were a snowflake,
Flying in from heaven.
I have the direction I want-
Floating, floating, floating,-
The whole sky is my direction.
Even on a cold cliff,
Even in a lonely world,
I'm not afraid of lonely rain lanes-
Melancholy, melancholy, melancholy,-
Lovely, you are my direction!
Let the genie light an orange lamp,
Blinking your wild deer eyes,
It also smells of cinnabar plum-
You Ran, You Ran, You Ran
Oh, then I abandoned all my freedom and dreams!
Gently stick your lightness,
Gently, penetrate into the palm of your hand, the eyebrows and the whole soul!
The bay that breeds spring—
Wandering, wandering, wandering,-
Wandering in your heart like a gentle wave …