The little ball came running on the road,
Jump and bounce the ball while walking,
The ball hit the dustbin,
Gollum-roll into the sewer.
Qiu Qiu managed to pick up the ball,
Sewage is covered by hands,
He looked at the white wall and thought of a way.
"pa! Hey! " Two slaps, fingerprints on the wall.
Strange to say,
This handprint will always stick to Xiaoqiuqiu.
I don't know if I want to make friends with him,
Or are you against him?
Qiu Qiu passed by here on his way to school.
Handprint waved to him:
"ah! Come on,
My good friend ... "
Qiu Qiu went home and stood in a row.
Take bold steps,
Handprint son shook his hand at him:
"Hum! Don't play dumb, shame on you! Shame! Shame! "
Qiu Qiu made up his mind,
Go that way around the handprint.
Who knows, the handprint pointed to him at a distance-
"Are you, are you! Don't slide, don't slide! "
Qiu Qiu straightened his neck and cocked his head.
But I still can't help but turn my head and look at it.
Ah! Handprints are like raising your hand and telling the teacher:
"Look! It was Qiu Qiu who made me make a fool of myself here! "
At night, Qiu Qiu sleeps in the bed.
Punching, kicking, yelling,
Mom woke him up,
He said, "The black handprint took my ball ..."
Yes, a good boy did something disgraceful,
My heart is always like a big stone.
Qiu Qiu is determined to use its own actions,
Remove this stone from your heart.
..... On this day, everyone saw a child under the wall.
Stand on tiptoe and hold your head high.
Dig the black mark gently with a knife,
A washbasin of limewater is behind you.
A passing aunt said:
"Look! What a lovely child. "
At this moment, Qiu Qiu blushed.
Do you think he is happy or shy?
Youth quartet
(1) Three In the snow
It snowed in March.
My mother died in the dust
It's not just the winter sunshine that disappears in the sky.
And flying pigeons.
The strings are broken.
I fell on the top of the mountain in the depths of Yuntao and cried.
March is the season when flowers bloom.
And my harvest is really the withering of flowers all over the world.
On the snowy road
Dance with dead leaves
I sat on the ground.
Look up at the gates of heaven every night.
And the river that can't swim.
The stars have long since disappeared.
There is no touch of the moon on the ditch.
I debug with my own tears.
Playing a prime minister's song on a snowy night.
(2) Unrequited love
look at you
Sprinkle light green in my lonely autumn
Grow into crazy spring grass
(3) My youth
The dark sky in winter
No beautiful birds fly by.
a pool of stagnant water—stagnant/lifeless condition
No fish swims happily
I flew into the sky.
Overlooking the flowers projected on the running water
I found that it had turned yellow in the wind of years.
Childhood is a complete mirror.
Youth is a mottled leaf.
Who is full of worried mountains and valleys?
Who sleeps in the dream of white clouds?
The cuckoo sings every night in spring.
But the passion that has passed away?
(4) Bright March
Bright March
Many flowers and shadows
The wind shakes the green leaves
I opened the window.
The sun came in.
Drive away the shadows.
I hear lonely and broken voices.
The shredded water of youth taken away by birds
Isn't it my sadness that shines?
Forget all this.
The wine I once drank.
Once lost mountain road
The snow on the mountain has melted.
In this beautiful March
Let's listen to the whispers of flowers and dreams together.
You are my youth.
You came quietly,
With a little naughty.
You are so naive,
Hypocrisy is irresistible
You came quietly,
With a little dream,
You are so cute.
You're weak,
Freshness is your temperament,
Simplicity is your wealth.
I want to hold you in my arms,
But you cried.
Therefore, I will no longer desecrate your purity.
Just because you are my youth.
Young people are not in the mood
< 1 >
When I look back again,
The one in the back.
Yao Ming waved his hand for a long time.
but
Still nothing.
Only the leaves on those trees in the back.
In the wind
Show off gently
< 2 >
In these quiet days, I always look out of the window silently.
Look at that bare tree. It's a single old man who spends the winter.
My frozen wound is still slowly bleeding.
Lonely branches are bare and scattered in the cold breeze.
The roots are full of confusion.
A few finches are jumping under the eaves, looking here from time to time.
But never far from their warm home.
The sun is always pale in the dignified sky.
A monotonous and silent sigh over and over again
After shaking your face again and again, there is nothing left.
< 3 >
There are still seven or eight stars scattered on the hay that has not fallen for a long time.
A bird lay quietly in the grass, as if it had been dead for a long time.
I walked through this place, but I couldn't find my deep mark.
The clear river is covered with leaves of all sizes.
Many traps were laid leisurely in a wide valley.
Step on the accumulated fallen leaves carefully.
Find the way with a particularly gentle voice.
Sometimes you will find the shell casings left by old hunters in the years.
I suddenly realized that it was originally composed of some beautiful petals.
Steel plate
< 4 >
Is it to pray for the song of the wind again for the yellow land that has been dry for ten thousand years?
Is it for the end of that song to cross your wandering soul again?
Is it for the soul to surpass a banana that was originally far away from the jungle a few years ago?
Is it because of that unique banana that it continues to wander in the empty fantasy world?
Day after day, I was soaked in rain and exhausted by the scorching sun.
Day after day, dusty footprints make the ground fuzzy.
How many times have tears filled the sea and Wang Yang?
The environment is getting worse and worse, and we can't hit a brand-new human being.
The bitterness and saltiness of past lives still surround the dam you stepped on.
< 5 >
Sitting by the river, sitting on the rough black beach.
I'm thinking about that vast wasteland and yellow mud again.
I have been away from home for a long time, and there is nothing left.
The most disgusting silence is easygoing.
Let the footsteps of the years drift the black floating soil into a blank.
The two mouths finally became a muddled dead sea.
After millions of storms, it is still immortal silence.
< 6 >
Laughter came from a distance.
Flip the pages on the table with the wind.
It's like you're approaching through the distant waves.
This is a lotus flower that blooms in the snowfield in winter. . . . . .
youth
Those infinite memories
Slip out of the track of life quietly
Like a gap in the table.
From this year to next year
year after year
Record happiness and sadness
Confirmed the joys and sorrows.
Left traces of our growth.
Youth is a beautiful dream.
But one day I will wake up from my dream.
Youth is a small river
But it will dry up one day.
Youth is a rainbow.
But it will disappear one day.
Youth is a blooming flower.
But one day it will fall.
Youth is the fine sand in your hands.
Unconsciously, it has leaked out.
Youth is a meteor in the sky.
Although it was beautiful, it passed quickly.
Youth is the fragrance left by happiness.
Everything I want to cherish is gone.
silent
Never remember
It was a blessing after parting.
Never remember
That's the pain after memory
When the years have frosted.
Have a good sleep.
The figure we love.
Enjoy the moon alone
Then every reunion season
Cry alone
All the vows we made.
This moment of heartbreak and silence
(4) Friendship Online _ _ Youth without regrets _ _
Although the flowers are beautiful, they will eventually wither. Although the rainbow is beautiful, it is always short-lived, but friendship is always precious.
Love is still there, love is still there, and I can't finish writing and talking.
Acquaintance is intentional, and meeting is predestined. No matter what happens, no matter what the outcome, I will cherish this hard-won fate.
Friends are not expensive, one can win a hundred people, and friends will last forever.
In the days when there is no sun, if I keep you in my heart, I won't feel lonely and lonely.
Wounds will always heal one day, and happiness will always come and go unconsciously. Don't miss all the right ones because of one mistake, and don't deliberately let go.
Love cannot be around.
One more friend, one more road. With more friends, the road will be wider, longer and easier to walk. I really need a hug from my friends.
Xu is still two strangers. Maybe we will become friends after a while.
However, China keeps our friendship, and heaven is still our neighbor. Even if you are at the end of the earth, as a true confidant, as long as you know that I am in your heart.
That's enough.
I am lonely, and my life is full of loneliness. At this time, I want to know me and care about my intimate friends.
Friendship is like a beautiful painting, pleasing to the eye, a melodious and beautiful song that people can never get tired of listening to, and a whirlpool of joy that people are in.
Wandering, please trust me and fate, ok?
In the vast sea of people, knowing you is my luck, and knowing me is your fate.
Everyone has his own ideal, and everyone has his own happiness and sadness. Let me share it with you.
In the long river of history, life cherishes its own existence value like a flower, and makes every moment of life shine.
In this way, when I leave this world, I will say without regret: "I have tried my best to pursue happiness and happiness!" "
There is no regret in youth, and I begin to understand that the glory of life does not mean vigorous necessity, and the burial of first love does not mean the loss of love.
Pain is still an experience of life. When you are in pain, only you can get rid of it. If you expect others to comfort you, you will only get more harm. However, failure is not just a passing thing in life. Only through repeated hardships can a mature mentality be honed.