Author: Shu Ting
The first time I was touched by your talent was in the misty spring rain.
It's hard to meet again tonight. It's already the late autumn wind sobbing among the mulberry branches.
You always compare yourself to an old pine tree after lightning strike.
I can't cure the burning pain all my life, unlike the willow floating with the flowers, which changes its appearance every spring.
I often wish I could travel from south to north like Hong Fei.
Pave the way in the boundless sky, don't learn from that narcissistic parrot, you can't live without a golden cage day and night.
This is our own misfortune and our common difficulty.
Because we think too much about life, our hearts are always so heavy.
When will the old pile sprout and shake off the dead branches for a lush tree?
When is the spring of the earth, there is no need to come and go in a hurry to soothe the sleepy soul.
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2. "For friends"
Author: Zhu Ziqing
Your hands are like torches, your eyes are like waves,
Your words are like stones. How can you make me forget them?
You fly to Dongting Lake, you fly to the Yangtze River;
You want to build a red paradise on the ground!
There are thorns on the ground, foxes and rabbits on the ground and walkers on the ground.
You will be a sharp knife, a sharp knife!
You will roar for lions, foxes and rabbits will be invincible!
You will be awakened by Spring Lei Zhen!
I like to see you galloping through the dust on a horse-for a while, I can't see you!
I like to see your walking stick, that iron walking stick;
It has color, weight and jingle!
I think you are a gust of wind blowing sand and stones, trying to blow down that unshakable golden palace!
Golden Palace! Whoo!
One morning last summer, I saw you: How haggard are you?
My eyes are still dry and my hair is too long!
But the heat in your blood is doubled!
I tossed and turned in the plaster, as if I had been baked! -You're like a smoking cigar,
You are like brandy, and you are like red pepper. How can I forget you?
3. Send it to friends in Beiping.
Author: Hu Shi
Mr. Zanghui had a dream last night.
I dreamed that an old monk was drinking tea in the bitter rain election.
Suddenly put down the tea bell and went out.
In Gone with the Wind, Xiao Yi is in southern operations.
Isn't it hard to work in Tiannan Wan Li?
Only the wise know its importance and lightness. ──
After waking up, I got dressed and opened the window.
Who knows I'm a little lovesick at this time!
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4. Goodbye, dear friend
Author: Du Nan
Tell me, young friends, where are you going?
Where are you going? In this vast northwest yellow sand
How cold the sand is and how sweet the moon is.
I can't bear to say goodbye! Let me say goodbye.
The pain in my heart turns my melancholy during the day or at night
Shredded, you will slowly walk away in rainy days.
Until the rain stopped, I was on the roof where we stayed together.
Write down your sad feelings with raindrops.
Terrible as a beast, walking alone in the shadows at night.
The flowing shadow overwhelmed my fatigue.
Dear friend, I know you don't want to be lonely tomorrow.
You are a little flower, and I become a blue leaf beside you.
Accompanied by you, burning Bordeaux Acacia with a night's flame.
I can't catch the farther and farther back.
Leave a series of uneven footprints in the vacillating journey of life
These impressions of the past will be the last time we exchange gifts.
Dear friends! At this point, every line of poetry jumps.
You are becoming more and more blurred, and I expect your smile to sneak in.
5. "To friends"
Author: Ding Hong
everywhere
Just like the pasture under your feet, the distant mountains beyond your reach.
Paint it as a real autumn.
Maybe in a foreign land
Memories are especially cherished.
The heart also accommodates different skies.
The meeting is in a narrow path.
Just like the wind every day
The news of this season will come from all directions.
Like a soft dandelion
Petals fall gently like notes.
This season may open a spring.
Maybe I will hide my memory quietly.