Text: East China Sea Wind
I walked a lot in the sun.
Many poems were written in the rain.
Because of love, it is always wet.
Walking through the Woods with the lights of the sun and the moon.
Flowers bloom and fruits are ripe. I sigh for myself.
Youth is gone, leaving only bones and white hair.
What else can I contribute to this thick earth?
Clear sky Wan Li, I am also a white cloud.
Sometimes it can only become a drop of rain.
Pause on the lotus leaf.
I'm afraid of being taken away by the sun.
But I heard the sound of seeds sprouting.
The Good Earth is a collection of poems. Open it gently with seeds.
When traveling, mountains and rivers are the best scenery
Motherland, I am your cattle and sheep, and I feed myself.
Just like every river.
Of course not, although seeing the sun, all his glory.
Motherland, I will write another poem for you.
First, open a dense forest.
Love you, talk about how to love.
We used to be in rags.
I am lyrical in the sun.
The wind is a good wind.
As long as it is spring, I understand.
We are under mother's kerosene lamp.
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study hard and make progress every day
The youth we sing is a river.
Flowing into middle age is still love
To love you, you have to talk about how to love.
Like an ant crawling on every inch of the motherland.
Live like a bee making sugar.
Or in the old people's park
With a clear poem in his hand
Recite the right time, the right place and the right people
Or go back to the quiet countryside.
Be careful to hold out a heart like a fallen leaf
Love you and follow you.
Just as the earth follows the sun.
Just like a child following his mother.
Love you and praise you.
Praise your motherland like an overseas traveler.
Name: Guo Donghai; Pen name: Donghai wind