far and near
you
Look back at me.
Look back at the clouds.
I think
You looked at me from a distance.
You observe the clouds up close.
Facing the Sea With Spring Blossoms
Author: Haizi
From tomorrow on, I want to be a happy person;
Comb hair, chop wood and travel around the world.
From tomorrow on, I will care about food and vegetables.
Living in a house facing the sea, spring is blooming.
From tomorrow on, write to everyone I love.
Tell them my happiness,
What did the lightning of happiness tell me,
I will distribute it to each of them.
Give every river and mountain a warm name.
Stranger, I will also wish you happiness.
I wish you a bright future!
May you lovers get married!
May you enjoy happiness in this world!
I also want to face the sea, and spring blossoms.
melancholy
Dai wangshu
I'm tired of looking at roses now,
Next time, she was covered with branches.
Spring flowers in my heart are no longer in full bloom,
Dark troubles came to my happy dream.
My lips are dry, my eyes are dry,
I breathe the flames, and I hear ghosts whisper.
Come on, cheat dreams, cheat fantasies,
There are flowers in the sky, and the world can be happy!
I languish in this delayed morning and evening,
I am a tired person, and I am waiting for a rest.
flat
Dai wangshu
If the spring of life comes again,
All the old ice makes a loud noise when it thaws.
Then I'll see a big smile again,
Hear the clear call again-these distant dreams.
These beautiful things will never disappear,
Because all good things exist forever,
They condense like ice,
One day it will reopen to the north like a flower.
Roses in early summer
Across the strings of waves
Sail to an unattainable height
Dark clouds are like ringworm.
A face full of the sky
Flocks of seagulls
But spread white wings for her.
go to
The little sun I long for
If you sink,
Sleeping in the chest of the sea
On top of the jellyfish's silver tent
There will always be green waves.
Let me drift too.
The wind that turns the sun into iron.
Blow me gently
Follow the warm current
Drift to the north
Answer Haizi
wheat field
People will see you.
I think you are warm and beautiful.
I'm standing at the center of your painful questioning
You burned me.
I stand on the painful awn of the sun.
wheat field
Mysterious questioner
When I stand in front of you in pain
You can't say I have nothing.
You can't say I'm empty-handed
I love this land, Ai Qing.
If I were a bird,
I should also sing with a hoarse throat:
This land hit by the storm,
This river of sadness and anger will surge forever,
I kept blowing the wind of anger,
And the tender dawn from the forest. ......
-And then I died,
Even feathers rot in the ground.
Why do I often cry?
Because I love this land deeply. ......