The following are the works of Baima, a famous poet in China:
Gift of love
An ancient Italian love song, sung by the master Petrarch with the fragrance of local soil and weeds, landed leisurely in a poetic room. The Adriatic waves of the Renaissance made this meaningful and charming swan song fly to every corner of the world. A song full of new words fills the desolation of many people's hearts, and a tune melts the loneliness of thousands of hearts. This warm and sweet sonnet is a gift of God's love.
Song of the waterwheel
I am a waterwheel by the river. I have been spinning around for many years, bringing clear water into fertile soil and singing passionate songs day and night. The river suddenly turned and abandoned me. Since then, I have been idling blindly in the wind, lamenting that passionate song in the rain. It became a sad song. In the past 30 years, the river in Hedong has come back to me with blue waves and spring breeze, which makes my rotating wings full of joy. My songs are also more euphemistic and vivid, because the enthusiasm born in sadness is flowing.
Dream valley
I don't want to tell you my past. I am afraid that the haze of memory will gather in your heart and turn into a blocked storm. I don't want to go deep into your field. I'm afraid that once the bud in your heart blooms, it can't stand the frost and the sun and turn into withered autumn chrysanthemum. I don't want to take any shortcuts. There is no color on the short circuit. I hope you are my endless lost road. I am music that you can't hear. In the dream valley where we are obsessed with each other, we will never get close and never leave.
Be grateful
I love you so strangely, like a ray of dawn on the curtain, like an oriole in the shade, for fear of losing it. I can only love you like this, like the morning sunshine caressing the earth, like the spring rain caressing the seeds, sowing the light and harvesting the fog, but I still sincerely thank you for awakening my sleeping love and recalling those years without love. What's the difference between being alive and being dead? I love you so persistently and truly, even if I never get anything, I will be affectionate.
A new song of life
You helped me out of poverty, threw light and heat into my cold heart, and made my lazy youth sprout green. How can I forget you easily? You inspired me with your life, gave me a new song of life, and filled my sad life with joy. How can I love you only for myself? It should be pleasure in pursuit, not satisfaction after acquisition. Trust and worship are happiness bred from each other's happiness, which is a sincere understanding.
Miss you for the second time
I think you took advantage of my instinct to look for air like a creature, need air like an ocean, and embrace the land like the earth goes around the sun. I think you took advantage of my unswerving loyalty, like a believer praying to an idol, like a scholar prostrating himself before the truth, like a soldier fighting for justice. I think you make me smart and diligent, and my long-term lazy habit makes me brave and confident, inspiring me to open up new roads and create miracles. This is the power that love calls love to guide, which is better than the combination of money and power.