At the wet station
The wind, as if nothing had happened.
It's raining, three o'clock.
This is the south in late autumn.
A young girl likes to run towards me hard.
Disappointed again
The bouquet fell in my arms.
Who is she waiting for?
The platform is empty.
The lights are bright.
The train started slowly.
On an orange halo night
The white scarf flickers ...
To the oak tree.
If I love you-
Unlike climbing Campbell,
Show off with your tall branches:
If I love you-
Never imitate spoony birds,
Repeat monotonous songs for the shade;
It is not just like a fountain,
Send cool comfort all year round;
It is not just like a dangerous peak, it increases your height and sets off your dignity.
Even during the day.
Even spring rain.
No, these are not enough!
I must be a kapok beside you,
Standing with you as the image of a tree.
Roots, close to the ground,
Leaves, touching in the clouds.
Every time a gust of wind blows,
We all greet each other,
But no one
Understand what we said.
You have your copper branches and iron stems,
Like a knife, like a sword,
Like halberds,
I have my red flowers,
Like a heavy sigh,
Like a heroic torch,
We share cold waves, storms and lightning;
We enjoy the fog, the rainbow,
As if we were separated forever,
But they depend on each other all their lives,
This is great love,
Loyalty is here:
Not only love your strong body,
I also love your stand and the land under your feet.
perhaps
-Answer the loneliness of a reader
Maybe our worries
There are always no readers.
Maybe the road has started to go wrong.
The result is still wrong.
Maybe we should light lanterns one by one.
And was blown out by the strong wind one by one.
Maybe burn out your life and shine on others.
There is no fire around to keep warm.
Maybe the tears are gone.
The land is more fertile.
Maybe we sing the sun.
Also sung by the sun
Maybe the heavier your shoulders are.
The higher the faith.
Maybe shout for all the suffering.
I have to keep silent about my personal misfortune.
perhaps
Due to an irresistible call
We have no other choice.
This is everything, too.
-Answer a young friend's "everything"
Not all trees
Be broken by the storm;
Not all seeds
Can't find rooted soil;
Not everything is true.
Are lost in the desert of people's hearts;
Not all dreams
Willing to break his wings.
No, not everything.
Like you said,
Not all flames
They will only burn themselves.
Not illuminating others;
Not all stars
It only means darkness.
Don't report the dawn;
Not all songs
It passed by my ear.
Didn't leave it in my heart.
No, not everything.
Just like you said!
Not all appeals went unanswered;
Not everything lost can't be compensated;
Not all abyss is doomed;
Not all destruction covers the weak;
Not all hearts
You can step on the mud under your feet;
Not all the consequences are tears and blood stains,
But I didn't show a happy expression.
All the present breeds the future,
Everything in the future comes from yesterday.
Hope and fight for it,
Please put these on your shoulders.
Reef and lamp
Stand on my shoulder, honey-
You should be brave.
The black wall moved closer and closer,
A bloodthirsty, gloomy threat,
The waves raised their sharp claws,
Tear my wound a thousand times.
Pain soaked my silence,
Silence can be refined into iron.
If my breasts can't
Resist all blows for you,
Honey, you have to be brave.
miss
A color wall chart without lines.
A pure but unsolvable algebra
A dulcimer, plucking the rain beads on the eaves.
A pair of oars that can't reach the other shore
Bud usually waits in silence.
Sunset is usually far away.
Maybe there is an ocean hidden.
But all I shed was two tears.
Ah, in the vision of the heart
in one's soul of souls
Go to the seaside
sunrise on the sea
How many heroes have aroused sincere admiration?
Sunset at sea
Arouse the tenderness of many poets
How many songs were sung on the cliff?
It is also blown by the sea breeze day and night
Whispering day and night
How many lines of footprints were left on the beach?
How many sails have been raised on the horizon?
It's all kept secret by Haitao
Secret burial
There have been curses and sorrows.
There is praise and glory.
Changes in marine life
A turbulent ocean of life
Where was the bunker dug when I was a child?
Where is the first love shoulder to shoulder?
Ah, the sea
Even your waves
Can erase memories.
And some shells.
Scattered on the hillside
Like the stars on a summer night
Maybe the vortex is flashing dangerously.
Maybe the storm opened the greedy mouth.
Ah life
Even though you destroyed it.
Countless pure dreams
There are also some brave people.
As in a storm
Flying petrel
The coastal night at night is as cold and cheerless.
The rocks with cold leaves are as cold as death.
From the coast to Yan Jun.
How lonely my shadow is
From dusk to midnight
How proud I am inside.
The element of freedom.
Let you pretend to roar.
Let you be hypocritical and calm.
Let you take everything from the past.
All the past
This world
Have the pain of sinking
And the joy of awakening.
Seeing friends off in autumn night
I was moved by your talent for the first time.
Is in the misty spring rain.
See you tonight. It's hard to see you again.
Sobbing among the mulberry branches
It is already a lazy wind in late autumn.
You always compare yourself to
Old pine trees after lightning strike
You can't cure the pain of burns for a lifetime.
Unlike the willows floating in the air with flowers on the shore.
Every spring, you have to change your appearance.
I often wish I were like
Hong Fei traveling from south to north.
Pave the way in the boundless sky.
Don't be like that narcissistic parrot.
You can't live without a golden cage all day.
This is our own misfortune.
It is also our * * * difficulty.
Because we think too much about life.
Our hearts
Our hearts are always so heavy.
When will the old pile sprout?
Shake off dead branches for a lush tree.
When is spring always here?
Soothes the sleeping soul
Don't worry any more.
Morning song by the sea
I run to you in the morning, O sea.
The storm pressed my heart on your chest. ...
I heard you call me in my dream last night.
Like a loving mother calling a long-lost child.
I wake up and listen to your deep singing.
It's getting worse every time.
It's getting crazy.
Shake the island, shake my heart.
As if sinking into the trough together.
Your tide flooded my heart.
And then step down, step down to
cohesion strength
A more violent roar broke out.
I got up and tore open the screen window.
The night star is still shining in the cold.
Wait for me, wait for me.
Can't it wait until dawn?
The morning wind just kissed the dew off the betel nut tip.
I am here, but you are unexpectedly quiet and gentle.
You smile, you whisper
You calmed everything down.
Leaving only a touch of sadness
Only I know.
Why do withered oak trees break?
But I can't say.
Looking at your distant sail shadow, I shed tears.
The wind slowly sent away your poem.
How can I not cry?
Apologize for my lateness.
Night delay
More because I am too young.
We cannot break through time and distance.
The storm will come again.
Please don't forget me.
When you thunder
Shocked the dreary universe
I will sing the praises of your Feng Tao.
Oh, no, I'm so small.
Can I become a snow-white bird?
Be your messenger calling for freedom.
Once I see your secret,
Like that hard rock.
After thousands of years of magic, I stopped talking.
Let your hurricane melt me into your voice.
Let your crazy waves shape me into your role.
I will never hesitate.
Never Back Down
Don't tremble
O sea, please remember-
I am your faithful daughter.
I run to you in the morning, O sea.
The storm pressed my heart on your chest. ...
early spring
Friend, it's spring.
Dispel sadness and dry tears.
Smile at the sun
Although there is no torrent of flowers yet
Wash away the shackles of winter
plastered
Floods in plains and canyons
Although there is no birdsong waterfall yet
Splash thousands of silver beads.
Scattered in the foggy dawn
Rolling in on the boulevard at dusk.
But wait.
Once it thunders,
Dark clouds fled in a hurry.
That is the most beautiful and beautiful dream.
Maybe it will come brilliantly overnight.
Yes, it's still a little cold.
And cold troubles
If you listen carefully
On the five old peaks, the wind is still whistling.
Trembling valley
As if wailing together
But there are some little cuckoos.
Like a flame that can't be extinguished
Wen nuan Tian di
Even the clouds are no longer floating.
Let me put it this way, my friend.
The reason why spring is beautiful and rich.
Because it passed the final chill.
The law of human heart
Die for flowers
It's worth it.
Cold wheel
Rough sole
Create a rainbow in spring
In full view.
Cann't stop
Nowhere to tell.
So, die for protest.
It's worth it.
not say/utter a word
It's worth it.
Far better than spring tide
Fall like an avalanche
This sentence
Sealed tightly by lips
Draw all honesty and courage from life.
This sentence cannot be said.
Then, silence for not betraying.
It's worth it.
Saving your life for a promise?
Endure loneliness for a dedication?
Yes, life should not be squandered at will.
But people have their own rules.
If we can
Let's die a thousand times.
Our silence turned to stone.
Like a mine seedling
It means to exist in a fleeting time.
But, remember
The strongest protest
The bravest honesty
There's nothing like-
Speak alive.
Mid-autumn night
Mid-Autumn Festival on the Island in August
Banana milk shake
Dragon's familiar pendant
I didn't know there was such a saying as "morning flowers and evening flowers"
Just because of the wind and rain over the years.
When passion brings ten storms.
Heart, don't know where to stop.
The road has been chosen.
There are no wild roses.
Never regretted it.
People are prone to sleepwalking in the moonlight.
Desire and know gentleness.
To stop the blood from flowing like this
It is obviously not enough to rely on the pride of 24 years old.
Have solid shoulders.
You can lean on your tired head.
Need to have a pair of hands
To support the heaviest moment.
Although I understand
You should completely sacrifice your life.
How much do you keep?
How much sadness
mourn (for/over the dead)
-in memory of an old poet who was persecuted to death
Please show me the unfinished road.
Let me start with your destination.
Please give me the song you just wrote.
I want to sow sparks all the way.
You have gradually buried the broken dream.
A wounded heart
And the damaged years
But your voice enriched by freedom will never
Become silent because of the death of life
Where you died, buried in the mud.
Not a skeleton in chains.
Like the poor mother earth, she accepted it with tears in her eyes.
Countless humiliations and murders
A big tree will grow from here.
Towering road signs
In the direction you desire.
Extend your branches to the distance you pursue.
Why did you sacrifice? Where did you fall?
The times are hanging and there is no answer.
History hides its face and does not answer for the time being.
But in the future, when people clean up the battlefield,
From the chest of the motherland
Pick up your flag with broken wings
And a bloody horn ...
Poetry is immortal because of your noble life.
Life is great because of your immortal poems.