The first part of Lin's lyric prose poems: remembering intermittent melodies, the most beautiful thing is tenderness.
At night, with the stars in the day.
On the stalk of memory, who doesn't?
Two or three have a graceful demeanour, flowers are blooming.
The nameless unfolding
The fragrance of wild lotus,
Moonlight when each petal is still.
The wind blows on the lake, and my hair is messed up, or
The water is wrinkled like a tapestry of fish scales.
The vastness in all directions is like a dream
Rippling with the past wandering in the center
No trace, everyone.
Knowing that picture,
The reflection of memories submerged in water.
Lin lyric prose poem 2: You are April day on earth, and I say you are April day on earth;
Your laughter lit up the light and smart wind around you.
Dancing and changing in the splendor of spring.
You are the cloud on the first day of April.
At dusk, the stars are soft.
Unintentional blinking; Fine snow spots are sprinkled in front of the flowers.
That's light, that's Ting, and you are; Brightly colored
You wear a crown of flowers; you are
Naive and solemn; You are the full moon every night.
When the snow melts, you look like a yellow gosling
The first green bud, you are; Gentleness and happiness
In the water, you are swaying like a dreamlike Bai Lianhua.
You are a flower and a swallow in the tree.
Whispering between beams? You are love, you are warmth,
This is a poem. You are the April day on earth!
Lin Lyric Prose Poems Part III: A Peach Blossom,
The purple of that tree,
Just like a sentence in spring:
The dewdrops are delicate and charming,
There are some.
If ling Hu' an,
Light caused by lobes,
More.
Breathe gently and evenly;
With a smile,
Intentionally or unintentionally
Full of expectations for life.
Do you see it?
That tremor is in the breeze.
She froze again, weakly,
On the thin lips of March
At first glance,
A glimpse of sentimental traces!
Lin Lyric Prose Poem 4: In August, white ducks swim in sorrow for huang tang,
Sorghum stems are too high,
How to insert this beating heart,
A narrow road in the field, this August sorrow?
The hill was washed away by rain last night.
Leave another shadow to shine on the sun;
The sheep followed the shepherd into the village.
There is a well in the shade of a big tree, which looks like a heart!
Nobody said anything in August,
Summer has passed, and it is not autumn yet.
But I looked at the fields, the melons on the earth walls,
I still don't understand what life has to do with dreams.
Lin's lyric prose poem 5: That night, my boat was pushed out of the river.
There are dense stars in the clear blue sky.
That night, you held my hand,
The lost starry night blockade relieves anxiety.
That night, you and I parted ways,
Each of them realized the emergence of life.
My boat is still floating on the sea,
Thin masts often sway in the wind and waves.
So far, the sun has only wandered behind me,
Layers of shadows surround me.
I still remember that night,
Starlight, tears, the white river!
I still miss your farming on the shore;
Red flowers, yellow flowers and bright flowers.
I hope to reach the top that day,
Honey generally moistens memories.
On that day, I will step on an arrow with wings.
Look at your garden and shoot a complete string.
On that day, you will hear songs like birds.
That is, I am waiting for your appreciation.
On that day, you will see messy flower shadows.