chapter one
one
Melt me in the rain.
Gather the sky and miss it.
Take it to vilen.
Green leaves promote purples.
Let the spring mud wrap my blood vessels
Dancing on the mountain
Continue into a vast vicissitudes of life
Because the March wind brought warmth.
Love my frozen blood
My song whispers in the mountains again.
two
the wind of march
Put my skin, my bones and muscles
Into a thousand laps of tenderness
Sand and stones filtered me out.
Gravel stirred me up.
Moss dyed me green.
Roots and vines entangled me.
And I, the moment I squeezed into vilen.
Give one's feelings bravely.
March is full of energy.
I was scattered by rocks and reunited.
Put on a rainy dream quietly.
In the March wind
three
I embellish a boundless blue.
Free inflow
The space where the sun and the earth shrink quietly.
I washed the sunshine again and again.
When she returned to earth,
Naughtily stealing a trace of warmth.
Because I'm afraid
Back there day and night.
There will be less warmth.
four
I am the flight of the wind.
Dance freely with the wind.
Hold up the lightning that connects heaven and earth
A manly whisper
I am the knight who tore the universe apart.
Even if you fall, you still have to
The sky is full of jade, burning unbreakable perseverance.
five
I miss you so much.
Hongqiao was built between the mountains.
I can't bear this desire.
With tears of seven colors.
Light up green leaves and colorful flowers.
My rain dream talks about the stamens.
My love is in pain
chapter two
one
The night wind penetrated the chest.
My heart missed a ray of moonlight.
I remember in the moonlight.
Comb a wisp of star rain
I comb the star rain into bangs.
Dress up the moon as a childhood friend
The moonlight shines on me.
My thoughts are blurred in emotion.
two
I said goodbye in the sun.
The tide returns
The moon is with the full moon all the time.
I experience homesickness with warmth and coldness.
three
Pond in front of the door
Diving broke the peace of the night.
Water stains on reed leaves
Who am I?
A chimney on the roof
How much rice fragrance have you saved?
Bake my steamed ashes.
Remember that naughty boy who fanned the flames?
four
Your eyes
Hundreds of miles of lakes have been washed away.
I am a willow hanging upside down on the waves.
See what's in your heart.
I am a nursery rhyme hanging on the willow whistle.
You are Vahlert's undercover.
five
The night wind penetrated the chest.
Burning my homesickness for a long time.
I slid down the moonlight.
Fall on the south window covered with blue gauze.
The moonlight dyed me blue, and my reflection was cast on the wall.
I read the page of my lost diary backwards.
I am the raindrop lost in my diary.
The melancholy of not filling in the blanks.
six
My shadow kisses the simple wall.
I picked up that page of memory with the wind.
I paved the wind and the Milky Way.
Give me the moon of my childhood.
chapter three
one
I hold the sunset and swing.
The wind came and landed in the flowers.
Flowers wake up in the morning glow.
I am floating in the blue sky.
I left a promise for the flowers.
Flowers fell on me.
I walked heavily with the wind.
The moment of looking back
Hear the whispers of flowers
two
I wrote a letter to Hua with my eyes.
It was dark that day.
Want to stay and see her?
The wind is disgusting, so. . . . .
I saw her crying.
I will go back to the flowers
The ground is full of hate, scold me.
I spent my whole life nourishing it.
Flower seeds that roll into the ground.
The ground pattern is the aging of flowers.
However, I am drifting.
Walk around and start over.
Dull and depressing
chapter four
one
If you hang up neon lights and call for bed.
There is no truth in this city.
If the rich man walks with his back bent
But they brag about their luxury cars.
If beggars' banknotes burst their pockets
But worship is pale
If a gentleman robs the poor and helps the rich
If the bitch is pure in the active auction,
The city needs a fire bath.
How many such cities are there in the world?
I have forgotten math!
I'm crazy about this city.
Tear oneself apart
have a bath
Just, wash it yourself.
two
I stared and counted the dust in the world.
Clear addition of heart
I shuttled through the city's high-rise forest.
Fall to the ground, the whole body is turbid.
I became a beggar, begging for the wind.
Blow me up again
Drift to the end of the world, to the end of the earth.
Don't want much wealth
As long as it doesn't drift back to the city
three
What kind of life is there?
Can stimulate my enthusiasm?
A migrant worker bravely jumped out of the platform.
The moment you lie on the runway.
Was it a child who was saved?
He is saving his conscience with his life.
Polish with blood
Benevolence and courage of national inheritance!
A young man resolutely went to the mountains to study.
Because he cherishes youth.
In an inch's time
Cultivate the hope of a new generation
He gave himself and redeemed himself.
Poverty that children should not have.
I was moved by such a scene.
My love extends in such a touching way.
How much self-reflection?
Can face up to the selflessness of national traditions?
How many moans are effective?
Can suppress the innate goodness?
As long as you pay, the heroes are you and me.
Just look at countless ordinary friends!
five
Between falsehood and poverty
I choose truth.
Between truth and exploration
I choose to trudge
chapter five
one
When I returned to the sea
I have nothing-
Even flower seeds.
Tell unfounded worries with the wind
Every wave is decadent.
The gentle wind is playing.
Bobo's self-pity story
two
Where there is life, there are no rules.
Even the sea-
Crabs are fat and rampant.
Chewing maggots, those weak algae
Oh, my lucky flower seed
I'll be back.
Tell you the story of seaweed
See you smile and bloom.
three
Damn fish in the sea
No matter how small it is, it will swallow smaller fish.
The hypocrisy of the sea
It's jungle killing under blue.
four
Finally I angered the wind.
Throw me on the rock and bloom like a flower.
My life was born in an instant.
The truth of the stormy waves
Be fierce
If Menghai didn't kill people,
It's like dreaming that people have no animal desires.
Besides, it always moves with the wind.
five
I'm floating again
Curse the sea where the wind is worse than grass.
I'm in the extreme wind
Laugh at those water drops that are willing to be degraded by the sea.
Oh, my love is soaked in the sea.
Still tasting bitterness when swaying.
Chapter vi
one
I am the kingfisher on the April cloud shirt.
Wrap the song around the waist of the mountain
Snuggle up in its gloomy feelings
From Lin Haitao.
Get together forever.
I am a drop of blood on the wolf smoke.
Whistle an arrow feather
I am the red tassel of Yue Jiajun's standard.
I am the high wind on Han Shizhong's hoof.
I am honest and dignified in Wen Tianxiang.
I'm Yuan Chonghuan's bugle.
This mountain is the tombstone of a hero for thousands of years.
Great pride leads to great hesitation.
Take on indomitable resilience.
I am the green tears of pine needles.
The arrogant cry in the bloody forest
two
I am restless Dionysus in the sleeping mountain.
I am the agitation of loyal soul when I am a mountain totem.
three
Lin Tao rises and falls.
Clean up my filth
Yuelu dance flows clouds.
Fei Xia's milk belt
Take photos of canyons, valleys and peaks.
My song is shrouded in gloom.
Dripping rivers and wet grass slopes
The warm deer jumped with it.
The wet taste of green buds on lips and kisses
I am the flower rain wandering on the ancient plank road.
Put the splashing stream
Wrapped in layers of colored silk
I am the trestle that flies over the canyon.
The expectation of the bell ringer
four
I'm stuck in April's cloud shirt
Draw a touch of tenderness for the mountain
I landed in the tall and straight pine and cypress.
Give them an incentive.
I have Dashan's honesty and frankness in my tears.
I have the courage of my predecessors in my mind.
Chapter VII
one
Drunk in April
In the color of butterflies flying.
In the singing of bees
Stick to the surface of grass
Tell the earth to be round.
I'm here. Fresh.
Rub the morning light soft.
Wrapped in green spots and stamens
Weave a rain curtain.
I was born in Sri Lanka.
Go back and forth leisurely between heaven and earth
two
In the contemplation of looking for the glory of life
I clenched Yangchun's delicate hand.
When we return to the origin of life.
I am immersed in the rapids.
I belong to nature.
When ghosts see sadness, God sees sadness.
When I soaked my idol's mud into pieces,
God has already melted.
When the fire broke through the top of the mountain, I was
The pain of natural palpitations
I am Adam and Eve before they were born.
A flood that God can't create.
I am the nature that shames the creator.
Let the craftsmen who make the creator tremble.
When they are greedy enough to run out of saliva
Hypocrisy is naked in the spring drought!
Man created God in his own image.
Raped spring.
three
Only love is universal in this world.
Like sunshine, spring rain and God?
When I drown out the ignorance that encourages me to pull out the seedlings
All kinds of gods are stupid.
four
I dress myself up in spring.
The rhyme of flowers sings beautiful spring on the rain string.
My love flies in the wind
My tears fall with the wind.
At the bright dawn, I am in high spirits.
Jin Huili lingers in the dusk.
My love sings the same song in this life and the next.
five
Embrace the sunshine and have a clear head.
Give all your love.
Give me the world of life.
All real life between heaven and earth
I was intoxicated by the caress of the sun.
Follow her around the four seasons.
Chapter VIII
one
I'm rocking.
April's ambiguous westerly wind
In the humid and warm mist
White clothes wrapped in the milky way
When I woke up,
Rainbow dawn in May.
In a full life
Vigorously moisten the spring grass.
I'm wearing a bonus hanging on my meniscus.
Sprinkle spring.
I tore open the colored silk hanging in spring.
Clouds full of fragrance
When the seasons change, I am a forgotten memory.
But quietly along its gentle footsteps.
In the natural cycle, I accumulate in light and the earth.
My fate is never over.
two
It was the songs of May that moved me.
Or did I rush May?
A blooming bud
Shake off the noise I've been dyeing for a long time
I am the vitality of vilen running in May.
Flute in the wind
three
In May, a hundred flowers are blooming.
In May, flowers fall in sorrow.
My blood flows among the flowers in May.
The flowers in May stained my blood.
before long
Vilen used blood.
Break the burden of embarrassment
Dawn in May
Sweep away thousands of years of decay
Bloody wind color
Sublimate when respecting serious trees
The tenacity of life
The glory of everything when it is revived.
And I, blown by the wind-
The blood shed by predecessors
Meet in a river that brings together hundreds of rivers.
four
I trudged here under the brand of vilen.
If you bow down to the creator, you will be humble.
If you indulge in fantasy, you will be superficial.
I washed away the truth of the auction.
For my precious life
I hit a mirage with my life.
For the rising sun behind.
I have the blood of my predecessors in my life.
Will it be polluted by hypocrisy?
I didn't become humble in my hands.
Neither is truth!
On the journey to find the truth
There is no home in my sight.
five
Flowers in May bring warmth.
In the harmony between heaven and earth
I dance in spring.
After four seasons, I feel as strong as ever.
Chapter 9
one
Spring thunder and thunder.
I fell straight to the ground.
light the fire
My song is crisp and loud.
My song burns Hongshan
Illuminate the way for poor children to go to school
My song burns through the clouds
Let the sunshine warm the hut of migrant workers
My song burned and rotted.
Tremble with greed
My song burned the sea dry.
Destroy the last rough place between heaven and earth
Spring thunder rings and I burn.
It is also a natural truth.
two
I am the string of the harp between the green and the sea of clouds.
The wind blows a clear sound.
I fell on the umbrella opened by my lover.
When I drew them closer, my heart prayed.
Because when I fell into the middle of the lake,
Gently shaking the umbrella-shaped green lotus, rippling.
I snuggled up to the vines in the cabin.
Taste the warmth of candlelight
Because father loves maternal love.
To warm a hut like this.
I stood at the corner and stared.
I was whispering under the eaves.
three
When I was wet by chrysanthemums in front of my ancestors' tombstones
My heart has cried.
My vicissitudes are immersed in chrysanthemum yellow.
Wash the inscription every year.
I travel far with the inscriptions of my ancestors.
Solve his doubts about searching all over the north and south.
I want to tell my children and grandchildren.
My answer is just the starting point.
Truth can only confuse cowards.
If you think of it as a fig leaf for selfish desires.
Spring thunder will scatter the sky fire.
four
Give the sun to the children.
Emeralds are for the elderly.
Let flowers bloom in lovers' hearts
And I, jumping on the grass.
Passionate singing
Chapter 10
one
I was born in spring.
Feel the four seasons
My love began in spring.
Mingji Yisheng
The moon is your beautiful face.
Galaxy is your fluttering skirt.
I am a raindrop that cannot be washed away by starlight.
This is when your eyebrows are fixed
Warm heart knot
I filled in the lost diary.
Stick it on the rainbow.
Reflection on the lake
Roll up a piece of lotus root fragrance
Your eyes are in the fog.
Can you see my clear thoughts?
two
Dust filled my empty chest.
I screamed in the silent wasteland.
Sparks fly down.
Light a sob in your heart.
I am burning, calling for thunder and lightning for the wilderness.
The jump on the torch is powerful.
I was dyed red and the wind drifted back to my hometown.
Put the last flicker
Walk into the winding water lane
Oh, my childhood moon.
three
I have nothing.
Except for the waves all over the lake.
Tomorrow, I will climb the poplar.
Hold the morning light
Run all over the ridge
Plant a seedling with a willow whistle
(The whole poem is finished)