Reminds me of my infinite leisure.
Wandering people look very religious.
Better than pilgrims
Watching the same full moon in the far north.
Pray for the light in my hometown.
Can you give me a cavity enthusiasm?
The wet tears came back again.
The voice of Qing Hui washing her face suddenly sounded.
Under the laurel tree, I followed my mother's kind face.
Falling among the flowers is my father standing in the sunset.
A thin figure
the autumn rain goes on and on
Tenderness arises spontaneously.
Drifting duckweed leads the thread of missing.
Fly as far as the sky is.
Wandering footprints extend the blood of family ties.
How wide the ground is, how deep it can penetrate.
Bear this heavy debt
When is it to regret the moon?
To be filial.
Cut out a slender reflection
Sprinkle moonlight everywhere.
The eagle flew over the snowfield in his hometown.
It used to be a yearning for dreams.
Review the fruits of first love
Does it still hang on the laurel tree of memory and smell fragrant?
On this moonlit night, the bleak autumn wind
Put a floating heart
It's getting colder and colder.
On the Mid-Autumn Moon, it rained all night in Mao Mao.
The rising tide in the chest broke through the missing river bank.
flood
Missing a wanderer
Miss the mountains in my hometown
The mountains in my hometown are very green.
Miss the water in my hometown
The water in my hometown is so green.
Miss the clouds in my hometown
The clouds in my hometown are so light.
People who miss their hometown
People in my hometown are so close.
Missing a wanderer
Day after day.
《2》
Yes, this is a noble bridge.
Whether we can finally reach the other side,
Have a dream and pursue it,
This has been a success,
It's an honor. In the process of pursuing dreams,
We are growing. How beautiful youth is!
On the big stage of youth,
We can be a bird.
A bird that just left its mother's arms,
The dream is the blue sky, so we strive to run to the blue sky.
Dreams are on the ground, and we are ostriches on the ground at best.
If we want to fly, to a bluer place in the blue sky,
Dreams are those wings!
On this huge youth stage,
We may be just a clear spring,
Weak, thin just reached the ground.
The dream is the sea.
We struggled to assemble in the sea,
Dreams stagnate on the ground,
We will eventually evaporate and cease to exist.
If we want to live a wonderful life,
We're going where we can adapt,
Find the value of survival,
Let it integrate into the social family,
Dreams are that kind of powerful power!
On the big stage of youth,
We may still be as slender as grass,
Can't fly or move.
In the fierce competition for survival among the surrounding trees,
I'm a novice,
Survival of the fittest is not strong but tough.
Dream is sunshine, with that persistence and tenacity,
Sunshine is everywhere.
Without dreams, life may soon dry up.
Dreams are the spiritual power to prolong life!
《3》
All the days, all the days have come!
Let me weave for you with the golden thread of youth.
And happiness weaves you.
There are songs and laughter on the boat under the moon, and there are dances on campus.
Walking in the drizzle, marching in the early morning of the first snow.
There are also heated debates, beating and warm-hearted-
It is a fleeting day, and it is also a day full of reverie.
My wishes are blurred, like spring rain.
We have time, strength and firm belief.
We are eager to live and fly in the sky.
This is a simple day, but also a changeable day.
Everything in the vast world surprises us.
Never cheerful, never indifferent.
Tears, laughter and deep thought are all the first time.
Go to all the days! Let's all go.
I move forward happily in my life,
What a heavy burden, I will not be weak,
No matter how fierce the battle is, I will not lose face;
One day, after wiping the gun, wiping the machine and wiping the sweat;
I miss you and greet you!
Look at you proudly, long live youth! !
"4" Winter has come, and spring is farther away.
A story about spring.
A graceful water lily blooms in the pool, brilliant and charming. On a warm spring afternoon, a red dragonfly flew and landed on the beautiful petals of the lotus. Dragonflies stop because of the gorgeous lotus, and the lotus is more brilliant because of the arrival of dragonflies. So they spent a warm afternoon. Then, the red dragonfly flew away, farther and farther. ......
What happened afterwards? Unable to stand my repeated questioning, my friend sighed. If you want to know later, I'll tell you-
Later, the red dragonfly came back. However, the lotus has withered and life is over. My friend said, with tears in his eyes.
People, like flowers, have only one spring and one flowering period. The flowers that miss the flowering period are either the helplessness of the season or the ruthless injury of the season.
Winter is coming, can spring be far behind? The years have changed, the dead have passed away, and the spring of seasonal cycle is back. Was it that spring? Are the protagonists in The Story of Spring still the same two characters?
One cannot step into the same river twice, nor can one step into the same spring twice.
Winter is coming, and spring is farther away. Spring is the end of another spring.
If flowering is a kind of happiness, then happiness is just a spring; If snow is a kind of happiness, happiness is only a winter.
There is no eternal winter, only eternal season.
Winter is coming, and spring is farther away. The memory of winter makes the passage of spring more thorough.
Haizi, "facing the sea and blooming in spring", didn't wait until "in spring, Haizi's ten words were resurrected". Poetry has no second spring, and poets have no second Haizi. This is the spring death in the poetic era.
Spring can't be copied.
"If you come to spring to catch up with it, you must live with it." A few words of exhortation by Xi Chun's poet tell a simple truth: if you have something to say, you should give it straight, and don't wait until it is empty.
Waiting for spring will only go further.