1, mom
Mom!
The wind and rain in the sky are coming,
The bird hides in its nest;
The storm in my heart is coming,
I only hide in your arms.
2. Paper boats
-Send it to mom.
I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper,
Save it forever.-Save it,
Folding into a very small boat,
Throw it into the sea from the boat.
Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind,
Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.
I am still not discouraged, folding every day,
I always hope that a place can only flow where I want it to go.
Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
Don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason.
This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.
Wanshui Qian Shan begged it to bring her love and sadness home.
1923 Pacific ship.
3. the flower of success
The flower of success,
People only admire her talent now!
However, at the beginning, her bud,
Soaked with tears of struggle,
The blood rain of sacrifice is scattered everywhere.
Green shoots
Green shoots,
The young man said:
"Develop yourself!"
Pale white flowers,
The young man said:
"Contribute yourself!"
Deep red fruit,
The young man said:
"Sacrifice yourself!"
4. Excerpt from the star
( 1)
The stars shine—
Shenlan space
Have you heard their conversation?
voicelessly
In the twilight
They praised each other deeply.
(5)
dark
How to describe it?
Deep in the soul
The depths of the universe
A resting place in bright light.
(8)
The residual flowers are attached to the branches.
The bird flew away.
Red scattered all over the floor-
Is life just a glimpse?
(98)
Young man!
Believe in yourself!
Only you are real,
Only you can create yourself.
( 103)
Time!
Now I am.
Too bad for you?
However, what I left behind was temporary.
What I pursue is forever.
( 107)
My friend!
Take care.
Don't keep pearls in your heart.
Throw it into the sea where it is difficult to make waves.
5. "Good morning"
Guang Xiao collapsed,
It's very bright at customs.
My heart is like a bird flying in the wind.
Fly over the horizon, fly to the North Pole,
The horizon and the sea are full of your love.
Jesus Christ. Your love follows me,
Your fingers lead me,
Your right hand will support me,
My heart is like a bird flying in the wind.
Flying high in the wind is inseparable from infinite love. Amen.
6. at night
In the paradise of light:
The flowers are blooming,
Birds are singing,
The fountain of life gurgles,
The sun went down slowly,
Draw a afterglow diagram—
Is it to shake hands with everything?
Is it a farewell song?
A cool breeze is blowing,
In the light and shadow,
The creator of the universe,
He walked slowly in the garden.
Lord!
Did you create them to praise you?
Yes, in praise of him,
Praise him.
He is in the past, present and forever. Amen.
7. Twilight
Jesus Christ.
Infinite wisdom,
Infinite mystery,
Who knows?
Is that me? Is that him?
Neither,
Except that you showed him out of the light,
Jesus Christ.
Show me in the light,
It also shows the infinite him in the universe, amen.
8. "Who is he?"
The cream is running out.
There is only a circle of shadows left.
The branch is hurt,
There were only a few groans left,
Blow out those that don't shine,
If it doesn't bloom, break it.
Jesus Christ.
"The injured reed, he didn't break.
He won't blow out the broken lamp. "
Our light-his love,
Never ending, amen.
9. Dawn
Yan Jing's world, brilliant world-
It's dawn. Who feels I'm awake?
God, in your quiet light,
I have peace of mind, I have peace of mind.
I want to eulogize.
Attention, you should wake up.
Get up and praise the Lord.
Chin, chin, it's time to wake up.
Get up and praise the Lord.
At dawn,
Who feels I'm awake? Amen.
10, excerpt from spring water
( 1)
Spring water!
Another year
Still blowing slightly like this.
Can I take another photo?
Thank you for the quiet spring water. I said:
"My friend!
I never left a shadow.
Not just for you. "
(20)
Shantou independence
Is the universe occupied by one person?
(3).
Flowers in the corner!
When you are narcissistic
The world is getting smaller.
(43)
Has Chun spoken?
But her hidden great power
It's already like this
Be gentle with the world!
(62)
I want to seize the past years.
But in the longitude and latitude of time
It is made of "now" silk!
(6.5)
It's just a lone star!
In the boundless darkness
I wrote all about the loneliness of the universe.
(July 1 day)
When I float like a cloud
When you come and go.
Really feel that the universe is too lonely!
(76)
Loneliness increases depression.
Get busy and get rid of troubles-
My friend!
Happiness lies in continuous work!
(82)
my friend
Don't let the spring breeze fool you
The color is not as good as flowers!
(87)
Young man!
Just looking back?
The world cannot stop moving forward.
(90)
Smart guy!
In this lonely world
Can only carry the lamp of "confidence"
March in the dark.
( 102)
My question is-
my heart
Silence in the light.
My dream
But in the dark, you understood for me!
( 1 12)
The bigger the splash.
Standing rock
In silent persistence
The greater the happiness.
( 134)
Fate is like the sea breeze-
Blow the boat of youth
wandering
reticula
Through the ocean of time.
( 137)
Be quiet!
In this infinite world.
Weak me
It should just be a smile.
Don't say anything
( 174)
Young man,
Take care of the description,
Time is turning pages,
Please write!
1 1, midnight
Jesus Christ. You arranged this silent world.
Under the starlight, the sound of leaves
I heard what you said.
Where are you, where is the universe, and where are people?
God is the god of love,
The universe is the universe of love.
Is anybody there?
Jesus Christ. I thank you,
Because you taught me, amen.
Xie Wanying (1900101October 5-1February 28, 999), whose pen name means "Bing Xin is in the jade pot", is a great poet, writer, translator and children's writer in modern times. Born in Changle, Fujian Province, he was born in a naval officer's family in Fuzhou and is known as the "century old man". He used to be honorary chairman of the Central Committee of China Association for Promoting Democracy, vice chairman of China Federation of Literary and Art Circles, honorary chairman and consultant of Chinese Writers Association, and honorary director of China Translators Association. He is the author of a collection of novels, a collection of poems "Stars in Spring Water" and a collection of essays "To Young Readers", "Again to Young Readers", "Three to Young Readers" and "Little Orange Lamp". He advocates the philosophy of love and is one of the "eight great writers of contemporary prose".