Shian Nala
For Japanese girls,
The most is the gentleness of bowing,
Like a lotus, it can't overcome the shyness of the cool breeze.
Take care, take care,
There is sweet sadness in the treasure-
Shian, Nora.
"I don't know which direction the wind is blowing."
I don't know the wind
Which direction was it blown-
In my dream,
In the light waves of dreams.
I don't know the wind
Which direction was it blown-
In my dream,
Her tenderness, my intoxication.
I don't know the wind
Which direction was it blown-
In my dream,
The light in a sweet dream.
I don't know the wind
Which direction was it blown-
In my dream,
Her ingratitude, my sadness.
I don't know the wind
Which direction does it blow-
In my dream,
Indulge in the sadness of dreams!
I don't know the wind
Which direction was it blown-
In my dream,
Hazy is the light in a dream.
Emerald night
You really left, tomorrow? Then I, then I ......
You don't have to worry, sooner or later;
If you want to remember me, remember me,
Otherwise, forget the world before it's too late.
With me, I don't have to think about time and space.
Think of it as a dream, a fantasy;
Think of it as the residual red we saw the day before yesterday.
Timid and pitying in front of the wind, a fluttering,
Two petals, fall to the ground, step on it and turn into mud. ......
Alas, if someone steps on it, it will become mud-if it becomes mud, it will be cleaned up.
This half-dead man is suffering,
Looking at the attic, heavy, and mouth-watering-
Oh, my God, why did you come? Why did you come? ......
I couldn't forget you, and then you came,
As if the dark future is bright,
You are my husband, my lover, my benefactor,
You taught me what life is and what love is.
You woke me up in a coma and cleared me.
How do I know the sky is high and the grass is green without you?
Touch my heart, how fast it beats;
Touch my face again, how burnt it is, thank you for the night.
Invisible; Love, I can't breathe,
Stop kissing me; I can't stand this kind of intense work,
My soul is like a burning brick these days.
Wrought iron, under the hammer of love, hits, hits and sparks.
Scattered ... I'm dizzy, hold me tight,
Love, let me stay in this quiet garden,
Close your eyes and die in your chest. How beautiful!
The wind in the white tree overhead is very small.
This is my funeral song, this breeze,
Blowing from the olive grove, with pomegranate flowers,
Take my soul away, firefly,
Affectionate and dedicated fireflies, with their light,
I stopped when I got to the bridge with the third ring hole.
Look, you're holding my half-hot body,
Call me sadly, kiss me, shake me and suck me. ......
I will smile and follow the breeze,
Let him lead me, heaven, hell, anywhere,
Anyway, lose this disgusting life and experience this death.
In love, the death of this love center is not as good as.
500 reincarnations? ..... selfish, I know,
But I don't care ... You died with me?
What, if it's not a couple, it's not a complete "love to death",
If you want to fly, you must fight with two pairs of wings.
It's different to take care of when you go to heaven,
I can't live without you and you can't live without me;
If it's hell, you won't be at ease if I go alone.
You said that hell might be more civilized than this world.
(Although I don't believe it) Like my delicate flower,
There is no guarantee that there will be no more storms.
At that time, you couldn't hear me clearly when I called you,-
That's not asking for liberation, but throwing it into the mud,
On the contrary, cold-eyed ghosts colluded with hard-hearted people.
Laugh at my fate, laugh at your cowardice and care?
That makes sense. What should I do?
It's hard to live, it's too hard, and you can't get rid of it when you die.
I don't want you to sacrifice your future for me. ......
Alas! You said you'd better live and wait for that day!
Is there that day? -You are my confidence;
But you must leave at dawn. Do you really have the heart?
Leave without me? I can't keep you, it is fate;
But this flower, without sun and dew soaking,
If you don't die, you will inevitably fall out. What a pity!
You can't forget me, dear, except in your heart,
I have no life; Yes, I listen to you, I wait,
I have to wait patiently when Cycas bloom;
Love, you will always be a star above my head;
If I die unfortunately, I will become a firefly.
In this garden, next to the grass roots, flying in the dark,
Dusk flies to midnight, midnight flies to dawn,
I just hope there are no clouds in the sky, and I can see the sky.
The unchanging big star in the sky is you,
I hope you can shine more light for me at night,
Through a day, through the love of Linxi Point. ......
1June 925 1 1 day, emerald green.
I'm here to buy a lotus flower by the Yangtze River.
I came to the Yangtze River to buy a lotus;
Peel off the layers of lotus by hand,
Watching seagulls fly in front of their eyes,
Endure sad tears-
I miss you, I miss you, Xiaolong!
I tasted the lotus seed meat and recalled its tenderness.
There are no heavy curtains rolled up in front of the steps.
Covering the same love:
I'm listening to your alliance again,
"It will always be yours, my body and my soul."
I have tasted lotus plumule, and my heart is more bitter than lotus plumule;
I get palpitations at night,
A nightmare that I can't earn,
Who knows my pain?
You hurt me, dear. How am I supposed to live this life?
But I can't blame you. I can't bear to guess that you have changed.
My heart is just soft;
You are mine! I still am.
Hold you tight-
Unless it's upside down-but who can imagine that day?
Say goodbye to Cambridge again
I left quietly,
When I came softly;
I waved gently,
Say goodbye to the western clouds.
Golden willow by the river,
Is the bride in the sunset;
Shadows in the waves,
Ripple in my heart.
Green grass on the soft mud,
Oily, swaying at the bottom of the water;
In the soft waves of Cambridge,
I would like to be an aquatic plant!
A pool in the shade of elm trees,
Not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky;
Crushed between floating algae,
Precipitate a rainbow-like dream.
Looking for dreams? Lift a long pole,
Back to the green grass;
Full of stars,
Play songs in a starry place.
But I can't play songs,
Quiet is a farewell flute;
Summer insects are also silent for me,
Silence is Cambridge tonight!
I left quietly,
Just as I came quietly;
I waved my sleeve,
Don't take away a cloud.
About the author: Xu Zhimo (1896— 193 1), a native of Haining, Zhejiang. He is the author of poetry anthology "Poems of Zhimo", "Cold Night", "Tiger" and "Wandering".
Author: Moonlit Night 2005-11-210: 00 Reply to this speech 2 Reply: ※ Crescent School ※ Wen Yiduo's poem.
stagnant water
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 Pearl smiled and became a big one.
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,
Look at the world he created.
Red candle
The candle burns out and glows.
-Li Shangyin
Red candle!
Such a red candle!
Poet!
Spit out your heart and compare it,
But what about ordinary colors?
Red candle!
Who made the wax?-gave it to your body.
Who lit the fire-lit the soul?
Why do you have to burn the wax to ashes?
And light up?
Repeated mistakes;
Contradiction! Conflict!
Red candle!
Nothing wrong, nothing wrong!
It should "light" your light-
This is the natural way.
Red candle!
Once made, it will burn!
Burn it! Burn it!
The dream of burning the world,
The blood of the boiling world-
Save their souls,
Smash their prison!
Red candle!
When your heart is burning,
It was the day when tears began.
Red candle!
The craftsman created you,
It was originally used for burning.
Now it's burning,
Why are you crying?
Oh! I know!
It is the residual wind that invades your light,
When your fever is unstable,
I was so anxious that I cried!
Red candle!
Flow! How can it not flow?
Please put your cream,
Constantly flowing to the world,
Cultivate comfortable flowers,
Form a happy fruit!
Red candle!
You shed a tear and the ash was distracted.
Depression, tears for your fruit,
Create light for your career.
Red candle!
"Mo Wen harvests, but asks for farming."
Ye Xu
-Corona.
Maybe you're really tired of crying,
Maybe, maybe you should get some sleep,
Then tell the nighthawk not to cough,
Frogs don't howl and bats don't fly;
Don't let the sun pull your eyes out,
Don't let the breeze brush your eyebrows,
No one can wake you up,
Hold an umbrella to keep you awake;
Maybe you heard earthworms turning mud,
Listen to the roots of this grass absorb water,
Maybe you listen to this kind of music
More beautiful than the voice of swearing;
Then close your eyelids first,
I'll let you sleep, I'll let you sleep,
I gently cover you with loess,
I told the paper money to fly slowly.
Faxian
I'm coming, I shouted, blood and tears welled up in my eyes,
"This is not my China, no, no!"
I came because I heard you calling me;
Feng Gang whipped the time, lit the flame,
I came, I didn't know it was an empty joy.
What I met was a nightmare. Where are you?
It was a horror, a nightmare hanging on a cliff,
That's not you, that's not my love!
I questioned the sky and forced the wind to blow from all directions.
I asked, punching the red chest of the earth,
I can't get any news. I cry for you,
Spit out a heart-in my heart!
in short
There is a saying that it is a curse.
There is a saying that you can light a fire.
Although no one has said it for 5 thousand years,
Can you guess the silence of the volcano?
Maybe he was suddenly possessed,
Suddenly, there was a thunderbolt in the blue sky.
Explosion:
"Our China!"
What should I say today?
You don't believe that Cycas blooms,
So there is a sentence you listen to:
When the volcano couldn't help being silent,
Don't tremble, stick out your tongue and stamp your feet.
Wait until the blue sky thunders.
Explosion:
"Our China!"
About the author: Wen Yiduo (1899— 1946), a native of Xishui, Hubei. He is the author of a collection of poems, Red Candle and Dead Water. Author: Moonlit Night 2005-11-210: 00 Reply to this speech 3 Reply: ※ Crescent School ※ Poetry Group Zhu Xiang's Poems.
Bury me
Bury me in the lotus pond,
There's an earthworm dragging in my ear,
On the green lotus leaf lamp,
Fireflies are sometimes dark and sometimes bright-
Bury me under Ma Yinghua,
Always dreaming fragrant dreams-
Bury me on the top of Mount Tai,
The wind whimpered through the lonely pine trees-
Otherwise, burn me to ashes,
Inflow into the flooded Chunjiang River,
Gone with the falling flowers
Where no one knows.
Yujing
My beloved rain scene is also very rich;
The patter and spring dream in front of the spring night window;
The sound of sharp raindrops hitting banana leaves;
Fog usually blows rain on the face;
Thunderstorms caused by lightning-
But when it rains, I like it best.
It is gray, but transparent;
It contains a silent expectation.
From the clouds, I don't know where,
There was a clear birdsong.
friendship
Pale yellow oblique light,
There was no trace in the blink of an eye.
All the commotion stopped,
All the noise has disappeared.
The crow of dreams,
When the wind comes, my throat occasionally makes a sound;
Quiet sunset,
Has flooded the whole city.
The street lamp is red,
The goshawk flew down the wall,
In the white quilt at dusk,
Purple Zhongshan rests.
On the lonely street,
The walls of the prince and the king were covered,
When the bamboo tube rings,
It's an old man who sells Yuanxiao.
Lotus picking song
The boat floated gently,
Willow swaying in the wind;
Keywords lotus leaf, emerald cover,
Lotus is very enchanting.
Sunset,
Microwave oven,
The gold thread crossed the river.
Zuo xing
Right parenthesis,
Singing on the lotus boat.
Han Han's eyes were half open.
Humpty Dumpty, you're welcome.
Accompanied by green water,
Clean and dust-free,
Between streams,
Picking lotus,
Water drops slide across the lotus money.
Clap tightly
Pat,
The oars echoed with songs.
The lotus root has a long heart,
Shy, the bottom is deep;
Don't look, cocoon,
Silk, pupa wrapped in the center?
Xitou
Picking lotus roots,
Female students should be refined and refined.
The waves sink,
The waves rise,
The waves are singing.
There are many lotus seeds:
The willows on both sides are dancing,
Magpies are noisy,
Liu Hua falls in Silla.
In the stream,
Color shed,
There is a reddish color in the temple.
The wind is fixed,
The wind is blowing and the wind is singing.
Get up, moon hook,
I see, Vega morning glory;
Fog, water,
The cool wind drifted to the lotus boat.
Square,
The smell of clothes,
Dissolve into a vast expanse;
Quiet,
When I heard about it,
There is a song in the void.
1October 24th 10
Author: Zhu Xiang (1904— 1933), Zi Yuan. Anhui Taihu people. The main poetry collections are Xia, The Collection of Grass Mang, The Collection of Shimen, The Collection of Poems by Zhu Xiang, etc. Author: Moonlit Night 2005-11-2110/Reply to this speech 4 Reply: ※ Poems of Crescent School ※ Composed by Chen Jiameng Poetry Group.
nine-dragon screen
I asked the first dragon what do you want?
Seriously, I will give you a bright face;
The second dragon, if you want to be proud,
Give you a rainbow-like waist;
Maybe you, the third dragon, should have magic,
I can create all artificial magic;
If you like clouds, the fourth dragon,
I carve ten clouds to be your entourage;
I know the fifth rule that dragons like muscles,
Give you a majestic posture, strong and savage, and then have a prestige;
Article 6 Article 7 Dragon, here you are.
The mysterious eye hole shines on all good and bad luck;
Article 8 Zi Long, Article 9 Black Dragon,
Give you magical power under my wrist.
Nine dragons shouted together: we are killing ourselves!
Wade first encountered this problem. 1February 27th, the ice in Haidian, Beijing was narrow.
A wild flower
A wild flower opened and fell in the wilderness.
Don't think about this little life, smile at the sun,
God gave him wisdom, and he knew it.
His joy, his poetry, swayed in front of the wind.
A wild flower opened and fell in the wilderness.
He saw the blue sky, but he couldn't see his own smallness.
Accustomed to the gentleness of the wind, accustomed to the roar of the wind,
Even his own dreams are easy to forget.
Night of the ancient battlefield
You don't have to climb out of the grass,
The bloody golden snake crossed the sea with light;
On that day, you will break your dreams at a loss,
I can't guess which hero you created.
You don't need to choose a mountain or a piece of soil.
Your home is everywhere, your home;
You sat down and fell asleep, and I'm telling you, it's over,
Everything is complete, including butterflies and weeds.
Xinxiang
I passed by her grave that night,
I think I heard it under the holly tree,
Her sigh: "I have never forgotten you,
Believe that I will love you forever. "
I pushed open the stone in the tomb,
In the dark and cold, I asked.
"Love, please say one more word to me,"—
A cockscomb snake crawled in the bones.
September 1 1 Sunday night Lanzhuang
About the author: Chen (191-1966), a native of Shangyu, Zhejiang. His published poems include Poems of the Dreamer, Collection of Iron Horses, Poems of the Dreamer, etc. Author: Moonlit Night 2005-11-2110/Reply to this speech 5 Reply: ※ Poems of the Crescent School, a poetry group.
You are an April day on earth.
-Compliments of love
I said you are the April day of this world.
Laughter lit up the surrounding wind; Lightweight and flexible
Dancing and changing in the splendor of spring.
You are the cloud on the first day of April.
The evening breeze is soft, and the planetesimals are there.
Unintentionally flashing, drizzle sprinkled in front of the flowers.
That's lightness, that's elegance, and you are, Xianyan.
You are wearing a crown of flowers, and you are
Naive and solemn, you are the full moon every night.
When the snow melts, you look like a yellow gosling
The first green bud, you are; Gentle happiness
Water floats with white lotus in your dreams.
You are a flower and a swallow in the tree.
Whispering between the beams, you are love, warmth,
It's hope, you are April day on earth!
laugh
Her eyes, her lips,
There is a circular vortex on the lips.
As beautiful as dew,
A bright smile.
Hiding in the shining shell teeth.
That's laughter-God's smile, beautiful smile;
The reflection of water, the light song of the wind;
Laughing at her sleepy curly hair,
Scattered in her ear.
Soft as a flower shadow,
The sweetness of itching,
Into your heart.
This is a smile-a poetic smile, a painted smile:
Traces of clouds, soft waves of waves.
Don't abandon
Don't throw it away,
This passion of the past,
Now it's like running water.
soft
At the bottom of the cold mountain spring,
In the dead of night, on the mountain covered with pine and cypress,
Sighing gloom.
But you shouldn't be real.
It is also the moon,
The lights on the other side of the mountain give the same light,
The stars in the sky,
Only one person is missing,
It seems that you are hanging on it like a dream.
You want to go back to that night
That sentence-
You still have to believe.
Put it in the valley
There's an echo
About the author: Lin Weiyin (1903— 1955), female. Pen name Lin Weiyin, Minhou, Fujian. His published poems include Lin Weiyin, etc. Author: Moonlit Night 2005-11-210: 02 Reply to this speech 6 Reply: ※ Crescent School ※ Rao Mengkan's poems.
Summon the soul
-hang a good friend Yang Zihui
Come on, don't hesitate,
Before the cock crows;
You see, the lights are far away,
One dark, one bright, like a fishing fire-
I'll wait for you under that lamp.
Come on, don't hesitate!
Come on, why are you wandering?
I'll make a pot of tea and wait for you.
Look at these white cranes,
One is flying on the pot,
Is it the arrangement of the past?
Come on, why are you wandering?
Come, don't need to be still;
Before I remember,
All you have to do is sneak in,
Your fallen leaves float down the steps,
Surprise me unexpectedly.
Come on, there's no need to be Jewish!
make a telephone call
Once I was in the poplar forest,
Hear the kind call;
Looking at Weng Zhong in the moonlight,
Weng Zhong is looking at me.
No more phone calls,
I was taken aback and looked around; -
Weng Zhong was lost in the moonlight,
Moonlight only sneers at me.
About the author: Rao Mengkan (1902— 1967), formerly known as Rao Gigi Lai. Nanchang, Jiangxi. The main works are poetry collections, clay figurines and so on. Author: Moonlit Night 2005-11-210: 02 Reply to this speech 7 Reply: ※ Crescent School ※ Zhu Shi.
laugh
Early in the morning, Chixia Sha danced with a smile.
Lightness is the flame of a red candle,
Some laughter, warm your dark night.
A smile is shaking in Cuiyu Lake,
Thin is the new bud of white lotus.
Laugh and wake up, you sleepy Chu Xiao.
There is a smile in the bronze sheath.
Jojo gave a sharp nod,
Some laughs cut off the happiness of your spiritual palace.
Zhuke
Ever since you walked into my heart,
Distress is the rent you gave me;
But I always long for a quiet day,
There is no shadow of you dancing and singing in my heart.
When have I ever posted a post about renting a house?
About the author: Zhu Dawei (1903 ——1932), a native of Baxian, Chongqing, has won seven poems of China New Literature Dida and three poems of New Poetry. Author: Moonlit Night 2005-11-210: 02 Reply to this speech 8 Reply: ※ Crescent School※ Shao Poetry.
season
When I first met you, you gave me your heart,
It's a spring morning inside.
When I see you again, you promise me,
What can't be said is the blazing fire summer.
See you three times, you give me your hand,
There are fallen leaves in the late autumn.
It was a short dream for me to finally meet you.
You are in the dream, and there are a group of winter winds.
About the author: Shao (1898— 1975), pen names Shao Haowen and Shao Haoping. Yuyao county, Zhejiang province. There are mainly poetry collections "Heaven and May" (later rewritten as "The Crime of Flowers") and "Twenty-five Poems". Author: Moonlit Night 2005-11-210: 03 Reply to this speech 9 Reply: ※ Crescent School ※ Fang Lingru Poetry.
Lingqi
One night, I was riding a horse under the dim starlight.
I walked alone on the familiar mountain road,
The spring is still attached to the stone,
Thousands of years have soaked my grass and shoes.
A phosphorus fire lit up the vertical and horizontal spines of hazel trees.
A pair of Zhu Guan's pythons are holding Qian Wan,
Guide me to climb a thousand layers of white stone,
In order to find the stone wall with the inscription.
You, the words carved on the stone suddenly become
Clever dove, flying down and rising gently-
My little wings is tied with my hope,
The stability of confidence and the eternity of life.
But this miraculous trace, miraculous light,
In my surprise, I just want to hold you tightly,
I groped for the night, the silence of the night,
The strange cold wind chilled my chest.
About the author: Fang Lingru (1897— 1976), female. People from Tongcheng County, Anhui Province. Poetry is included in Selected Poems of New Moon. Author: Beyond the Moonlight 2005-110: 03 Reply to this speech10 Reply: ※ Crescent School ※ The poetry group seems to move chairs to attend classes frequently! Author: Chinese Cabbage Crab Running on the Beach 2005-1 1-210: 03 Reply to this speech11Reply: ※ Crescent School ※ Poem by Yu Yuyu.
shadow
Look, autumn leaves are falling under the bright stars and moons.
Meet you on this autumn night and the desolate coast,
The stars and the moon are particularly bright, and the clouds that gather and disperse are full of charm.
Look, autumn leaves are falling under the bright stars and moons.
In this silent night, I struggled to sink to the bottom of the sea.
Will be cheerful and bright with your long-lost smile.
The life of the lonely goose in the sky is buried deep in the lonely and crying desolate grave.
Beautiful roses bloom and then fade, and then come back to life.
Tell me, good man, what is human life?
This attached place will return to youth from the cold winter,
Sea water and clouds have been accompanied since primitive times.
Tell me, good man, what is human life?
The night is deep, and the frost and fog have soaked my coat and your green skirt.
Hold on tight, hug tightly, be silent and quiet,
Look up at the lonely moon and look down at the pale waves embracing each other.
The night is deep, and the frost and fog have soaked my coat and your green skirt.
The midnight bell of the ancient temple awakens eternal love,
The mountains and seas are silent, your shadow and my shadow are blurred. ......
About the author: Yu Yuyu (1902— 1962), a native of Xiping, Henan. He is the author of poetry anthology "Rose on the Skull" and "Isolated Island". Author: Moonlit Night 2005-11-2103 Reply to this speech 12 Reply: ※ Crescent Poetry ※ Liu.
railroad
We are pedestrians on the railway,
Love is like two parallel irons.
Many sleepers hint at them,
But it seems to alienate them.
Our front looks promising,
Parallel love trajectories can continue to grow;
From a distance, the front has been hugged,
We tried to run there.
We ran to the place where we hugged,
Isn't the track the same as before?
Looking forward, it is consistent and inseparable.
Then he bravely went there.
Love, as long as there is hope ahead,
As long as love and hope last:
Swear to advance with you forever,
Go straight to the end of this parallel love track.
About the author: Liu (1900— 1926), formerly known as Liu, was born in Anxiang, Hunan Province, and his poems were included in Selected Poems of Shiyue. (This is what I found)