Text/Zhao Wei
On the fault in May, time slowed down.
Time has turned into snow.
It's overwhelming A crumpled silver package
As white as the wings of an angel.
Kissing Apollo's wind, ambiguous
Touch every inch of this country's skin
The lake is full of scale waves and jumps.
The whiteness of the crescent moon is shining.
Iris climbed up the slope gradually.
Looking into the distance, it is white.
I seem to have seen it before.
Gentle and quiet
Larks sing legends.
A melody circulated in legend
Unprinted chapters in poetry.
Building Four Seasons Ice and Snow Storage Room in the Morning Light
Pak Lei blossoms, white pear flower falls.
Flowing pearls
Like the eyes of love.
The road is weathered.
Climb the plateau full of snow and the moon.
Those flexible stories
Turn into the sound of snowball keys.
Generous and elegant
Time flies, and May has passed.
White gauze left by time
Has been dyed by the stars and the moon.
The sky disappeared.
There is a continuous message.
Look into the distance for a long time.
This legend is circulated in the legend of low resentment.
I love the snow in the north of Saibei.
I like the snow in Saibei.
flying all over the sky
Your dance is so light.
Your heart is so pure
You are Chunyu's sister.
You are the messenger sent by spring.
Messenger of spring
I like the snow in Saibei.
flying all over the sky
You use a white jade-like body
Dress up the silver world
You put your life into the earth.
Moisturize the green wheat seedlings to welcome the spring flowers.
Ah ... I love you.
Ah ... snow in the north of Saibei, snow in the north of Saibei.
Snow Song (Modern Poetry)
Wash the memory white and shiny.
But anyway,
Cann't get rid of it
A mark that goes deep into the bone marrow
The snow is depressing.
Like a flower.
Lose weight overnight
Countless beautiful temptations
With Leng Xiang swaying.
Scattered eyebrows
Understand; Understanding
Singing of snow
The sadness of six petals
Jump on the ice
all
It seems that
Only at certain moments.
Moved by you
Si Nuo Luxun
The rain that warms the country has never turned into a cold, hard and brilliant snowflake. Well-informed people think he is monotonous. Does he feel unhappy? The snow in Jiangnan is very beautiful. That's the news of youth that is still looming, and it's the skin of a very strong virgin. In the snowfield, there are blood-red camellias, single-petal plum blossoms with dark green in white and wintersweet with dark yellow chin; There are cool green weeds under the snow. Hu Die did not; I really can't remember whether bees come to collect honey from camellia and plum blossoms. But my eyes seem to see flowers blooming in the snow in winter, and many bees are busy flying. I can hear their buzzing sound.
Children's hands, red with cold, are like purple bud ginger, and seven or eight of them get together to make snow arhats. Because it was unsuccessful, whose father also came to help. Lohan is much taller than children, although it is only a bunch of small tops and big bottoms, and finally it is unclear whether it is a gourd or a Lohan; But it's white and bright, and it's glued together with its own water, and the whole ground shines. The children made his eyes with longan seeds and stole rouge from his mother's powder and put it on his lips. This time it's really a big arhat. He just sat in the snow with burning eyes and red lips.
The next day, several children came to see him and asked him. By the way, he clapped his hands, nodded and smiled. But he finally sat alone. Sunny days come to soothe his skin again, and cold nights freeze him and turn him into opaque crystals; The continuous sunny days made him wonder what it was, and the rouge on his mouth gradually faded.
However, after the northern snowflake flies, it will always be the same as powder and sand. They will never stick together and scatter on the house, the ground and the hay. That's it. The snow on the house has already been digested because the fire in the house is warm. In addition, on a sunny day, a whirlwind suddenly came. It flew vigorously and gave off dazzling light in the sun, such as fog with flames, which whirled up and filled the space, making the space whirl up and flicker.
In the boundless wilderness, under the cold sky, the shining soul of rain is spinning and rising. ...
Yes, it is lonely snow, dead rain and the soul of rain.
Haizi's Asian copper
Asian Copper Asian Copper Asian Copper Grandpa died here, my father died here, and I will die here. You are the only place to bury people. Asian copper Asian copper loves to doubt and fly. Birds drown everything in the sea, but your master is the grass living on his tiny waist, guarding the palms and secrets of wild flowers. Asian copper Asian copper? Those two white doves are the white shoes that Qu Yuan left on the beach. Let's-let's put them on with the river. After beating gongs and drums, we call the heart dancing in the dark the moon, which is mainly composed of you.
The best answer is phoenix nirvana
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Written by Guo Moruo
Seriously, this is written by Guo Moruo well ~
But this is best read by many people.
More feeling.
It's too long, so I won't post it ~
Remember? Your name is Yanhuang!
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This is an article, but it also rhymes. There is a poetic sense of language and a unique aesthetic feeling belonging to prose ~
If it's too long, I won't post it ~ ~ ~
someone
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In memory of Lu Xun, the words are meticulous, and the painful memory contains the reverence for a hero like Lu Xun. The style is very high, and it is also very passionate when it comes to the back.
someone
Some people are still alive.
He died;
Some people died.
He's alive.
someone
Riding on the people's heads: "Oh, how great I am!"
someone
Bend down and be a cow and a horse for the people.
someone
Carve your name on a stone to be "immortal";
someone
I'd rather be a weed and wait for the underground fire.
someone
He lives and no one else can live;
someone
He lives to make life better for most people.
Riding on people's heads,
People broke him down;
Those who work for the people,
People will always remember him!
Carve your name on the stone,
The name decays earlier than the corpse;
Wherever the spring breeze blows,
There are green weeds everywhere.
He's alive, and no one else can,
His fate can be seen;
He lives for most people, those who live better,
The crowd held him high and high.
My confession
The prisoner's lament
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The two heroes in the war years both talked about being a man with personality and vowed not to bow to the enemy, which was passionate enough ~
My confession
The heavy chain was ringing at his feet,
You can hold the whip high,
I don't need any confession,
Even if the chest is facing the bloody bayonet!
People can't lower their noble heads,
Only those who are afraid of death beg for "freedom";
What is torture?
Death can't make me talk!
I laugh at death,
The devil's palace swayed in laughter;
This is my confession of party member.
Sing a triumphant song and ruin the Chiang dynasty.
The prisoner's lament
The doors that people come in and out are locked,
The hole the dog climbed out of was open,
A voice shouted:
Climb out! Give you freedom!
I long for freedom,
But I know very well-
How can a human body crawl out of a dog hole!
I hope that one day,
Underground fire,
Burn me with this living coffin,
I deserve to live forever in fire and blood!
stagnant water
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Wen Yiduo's ... it's all revolution anyway.
This is a backwater of despair,
The breeze doesn't move at all.
Why don't you throw more rubbish,
Throw out your leftovers.
Maybe copper will turn green into jade,
A few rusty peach petals on the tin can;
Let greasy weave a layer of Luo Qi,
Mold steamed some clouds for him.
Let the stagnant water ferment into a ditch of green wine,
Full of pearl foam;
Little beads' laughter turned into big beads,
I was bitten by a flower mosquito who stole wine again.
A desperate backwater ditch,
And a little image.
If frogs can't stand loneliness,
Dead water again. It is singing.
This is a backwater of despair,
This is definitely not the beauty,
Why don't we leave it to ugliness to cultivate,
See what kind of world it has created.