On a stormy night,
There is no one in front. Going to the suburbs is a human way.
Ah! There are many roads in the dark. How should I go?
"God! Give me some light so that I can run forward! "
God panicked and said, "Light? I have no place to find it for you!
You want light, build it yourself! "
Bai Hua is the flower of the world.
Flower of the world
How can I choose you? I can't help choosing you as the flower of the world! Think about how I can give up on you
I might as well become your soul!
Evening prayer (2)
-Liang Minhui.
I stood alone by the fence.
Lord, in this dusk. Soft shadows came and went quietly, and the shepherd began his dream of wild roses. I stand here alone, regretting and meditating on my crazy past, blindly picking flowers from the world. I only look forward to it with tears in my eyes-I hope there is a faint red that is inadvertently blown to me by the east wind in spring and evening; In the warm light of the evening star's confession, I completed the evening prayer of gratitude devoutly and quietly.
Bury me
Zhu Xiang
Bury me in the lotus pond,
There is the sound of water insects dragging in the ear, and fireflies are flickering on the green lotus leaf lamp-
Bury me under the Ma Yinghua and dream of fragrance forever-bury me on the top of Mount Tai, and the wind whimpers over the lonely pine-
Otherwise, burn me to ashes, throw myself into the flooded Chunjiang River, and drift to unknown places with the fallen flowers.
She fengzhi
My loneliness is a long snake,
Silent. If you dream about it, don't be afraid!
He is my faithful companion, and he has a warm homesickness in his heart: he misses that dense grassland-that thick black silk on your head.
Its moon shadow generally passes by you gently; It takes away your dreams, like a crimson flower!
Maria of the East
-propose to your mother.
Yin Fu
You are Santa Maria of the East,
I saw you crucified, covered with your bitter yellow hair, silently praying to God in a pool of blood.
You shed bitter tears and stared at the clouds in the sky. angels in white with stars was hidden in the clouds.
You were born in the cellar of a tall building for thousands of years.
You grow like green grass that will never see the sun, and the silent time passes. You fell with the triple cross.
Don't lose the forest
Don't abandon
This past enthusiasm is like running water now.
Gently at the bottom of the cold mountain spring, in the dark night, in the pine forest, sighing as faint, you still have to keep it true! The same is the bright moon, the same is the lights across the mountain, the sky is full of stars. It's just that people are gone and dreams are hanging on. You have to ask the night-you still have to believe that there is an echo in the valley!
seaman
Liu Yanling
The moon is in the sky,
The ship was at sea, and he buried his face in his hands and hid in the darkness where the rudder swung.
He is afraid of seeing the moon blink and the waves.
Show him his hometown of water and sky. But he remembered the well with bright pomegranate flowers. The man was hanging bamboo and drying her blue cloth clothes.
She nodded her head.
Cao baohua
She nodded,
That's a glass of rose wine; It poured into my throat and dispersed a quiet cool breeze; I fiddled with the taste, carefree, like a herring floating on the lake after the rain.
She nodded,
This is an ivory ship; Taking away my troubles, I was transported to Jasmine's beautiful show; I stood on the steps and saw the beautiful universe in an instant.
Flowers and trees
Fang Jing
Beautiful island,
Open a colorful parasol. Drumming and cheering.
Rhododendron is brought into my heart, and I give you to Acacia, so that the tree can embrace you with an open mind.
Acacia brought back my heart, I gave you to azalea, and let its red lips kiss your chest.
Rhododendrons yearn for distant islands, and acacia trees love distant mountains, flowers and trees, and family ties.
Wen Yiduo
Red candle!
Please, how can you not? Please pour your cream into the world and cultivate a gratifying flower, "forming a happy fruit!" "
Red candle! You shed a tear and the ash was distracted. I shed tears for your fruits and create a bright career for you.
Red candle! "Mo Wen harvests, but requires farming."
Pinch flowers
Fermin
I learned to pick flowers and gamble lightly.
I ran to the Peach Blossom Garden, grabbed a petal and took a sip of him. I am afraid that I will be a fairy, so I will probably jump into the water and drown. The moon will come out and hang me. I am glad that I am still a mortal, the water will not show up, and a good moon shines on a stream every day.
dressing table
Fermin
Because I dreamed that I was a mirror,
Sink into the sea, and he will become a mirror. A girl will pick it up and put it on her dresser. Because this place is a dresser, there should be no sadness.
A rainy night in Shanghai
Lin Geng
Come on a rainy night in Shanghai.
Listening to the car passing the eaves in the street, the sound of rain is like high mountains and running water, beating the oil umbrella in Hangzhou and going out.
Rain soaked an asphalt driveway. Someone pulled the South Lake upstairs. This is a seemingly indifferent bitterness. Meng Jiangnv went to the Great Wall to find her husband.
laugh
Zhu Dawei
Smiling in the crimson gauze,
Lightness is the flame of red candle, which makes you laugh, warm and comfort the dark night.
Shake a flower in Cuiyu Lake. It's a newly-sprouted white lotus. Someone laughs and wakes you up from your sleeping Chu Xiao.
There is a smile in the bronze sheath, and it is a sharp nod. Some smiles cut off the happiness of your spiritual home.
jade
Cang Kejia
You have to let the cart fill it up,
It didn't say a word, the pressure on its back buckled into the meat, and its head hung heavily!
Don't know the fate of the next moment. It only swallowed tears in its heart, and there was a whip shadow in its eyes. It looked up at the front.
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 that will surge on us forever, this angry wind that blows endlessly, and the incomparable gentle dawn from Wen Lin?
-Then I died, and even my feathers rotted in the ground.
Why do I often cry?
Because I love this land deeply.
mineral
Ai Qing
Wave after wave
Every wave came endlessly and was smashed to pieces at its feet, scattering its face and body.
Like a knife.
But it still stood there smiling, looking at the sea.
Zhubei
Ai Qing
In the green sea water
Absorb the essence of the sun, you are the embodiment of the rainbow, as bright as the sunrise.
Meditate on the shape of flower dew
The quality concept of loving crystal breeds pearls in my heart.
Four seasons; throughout the year
Sun Qiuyi
Why do you prefer snowflakes in winter?
Most of them were delayed by the spring flowers?
A string of sun and moon once came to my heart, unable to open the closed door, in the falling flowers.
Walking through this long road alone.
A clear dewdrop was left on the lotus leaf. Ask the first red leaf, where will the autumn wind blow?
early autumn
Sun Qiuyi
Brutally dye autumn leaves with thoughts,
So let you miss the autumn leaves in your dreams. What about September? Or October? Go to the stream
Looking for the first sight of the new autumn.
Xin Hongye still remembers Bai Yunbian's departure, but she left the bright moon at that time. What about three years? Or five years? in my opinion
I asked about another strange season.
lonely
Bian Zhilin
Rural children are afraid of loneliness,
Put a slug next to the pillow; When I grew up, I worked hard in the city and bought a vigil.
He was often envious when he was a child.
The grave grass is the home of slugs; Now he has been dead for three hours, and the vigil has never stopped.