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I am the language of nature. Naturally, I said it, took it back, hid it in my heart, and said it again. ...
I am a star, falling from the green sky.
I am the daughter of all elements: winter gave birth to me; Spring makes me open; Summer makes me grow; Autumn makes me sleepy.
I am a gift for friends and relatives to communicate; I am the crown of the wedding; I am the last sacrifice of the living to the dead.
In the morning, I meet the morning breeze; In the evening, I saw the birds off together.
I swayed on the Yuan Ye to make the scenery in Yuan Ye more charming; I breathe in the breeze, which makes it fragrant. When I take a nap, thousands of sparkling eyes look at me in the night sky; When I woke up, my big one-eyed eyes stared at me during the day.
I drank the nectar made of morning dew; Listen to the birds spin and sing; I dance and the grass applauds me. I always look up at the sky and am fascinated by the light; I never feel sorry for myself, nor am I narcissistic. These philosophies are not fully understood by human beings.
2. Song of Flowers, Liu Zili (Modern)
"She has no age."
I looked her in the eye and said this.
"No, ..."
The old man took a batch of evidence from the times to object.
Then he stopped and sang with a big tree.
Leaves fall endlessly.
The youngest flower god also wears a robe that has been worn out for thousands of years.
Although, I don't know, I'm old to sleep.
Don't!
Like time in the sound of the moon's cycle.
Notes, like flowers, are forged from copper-like metals.
The molten mud dragged the long horizon.
People ran to listen to flowers.
They fell where the sun rose.
It is futile to help the lost season.
Just like an astrological girl, she must match the stars.
Spread the morning music on the sea.
Bed!
They lie on their backs in eternal colors.
Just like they strayed into Paul's body. Celan's sparkling poems
By that time, time had stopped, and Schindler made a list with dead cores.
One name after another, jumping like ashes.
The little girl runs like a flame.
She walked out slowly and walked out in the process.
Completely a cold look.
Draw!
Her death was like a big storm blowing from the flute hole.
The stars in the flute hole rise with the decline of dignity.
Descending to this limited height
The ratio of this height is
People!
People should be kind to people in the past and listen to them sing the song of flowers.
I was intoxicated by the endless silence.
I'm asking about the score and the connecting flight.
Waiting for the silent drums.
The confrontation between questions and answers constitutes a broken palace.
Two rows of dead soldiers stand on behalf of trees.
They built this immortal statue.
Oh, my god
I witnessed the birth of a ghost.
Watch her walk out of the cemetery.
Dashu-
Follow slowly.
Her shadow
Holding half the sun and half the moon.
This is the perfection we will never find.
Incomplete!
Pain!
What a pity!
And despair!
When she and her tree go to the stars.
The calm after the stars is back to bursting.
On the wrinkled face of lightning
Binocular whisper
There is no return in the field of wisdom.
Melancholy has spread for centuries.
Flowers!
Sappho, Greece
Now, you are surging on the dead waves.
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Song of Flowers is one of Ji Bolun's poems. Poets use the language of flowers to describe natural characters, which shows the softness, conciseness, beauty and freshness of Ji Bolun's style.
Haji Ji Bolun (1883 65438+1October 6-1931April 10) is a Lebanese writer, poet and painter. He is the main founder of Arabic literature and one of the pioneers of the new Arab literature road in the 20th century. He is regarded as an artistic genius and the proud son of Lebanese literature. His main works are Tears and Laughter, Prophet, Sand and Foam, etc. Ji Bolun, Lu Xun and Rabindranath Tagore are pioneers of modern oriental literature to the world.
References:
Baidu Encyclopedia-Song of Flowers
Baidu Encyclopedia-Haji Ji Bolun