Autumn stream
I'm not satisfied
Lose your temper on the cliff
Settle the sediment and spread it under the body.
Let fish, shrimp, loach and crab play casually.
Don't cherish the gift of the earth.
Draw your own track in the clear loneliness
Don't thank the birds and animals for their patronage.
Meeting and parting is not for friendship.
Don't regret your original promise.
Not for temptation and power.
Failure is hard to say.
Because no one knows how much it takes to succeed.
Don't set your goals too high.
I know that even a mirage in my dream cannot be separated from a solid foundation.
Don't give up in a hurry
I'm sure there's a reason for this.
Unwilling to mediocrity
How many years have you been ignored?
Decided to surprise the world.
Watch and wait.
The empty valley is full of moons and stars.
I am more extreme in the ridicule of the wind.
Close your eyes and jump.
I heard the sigh of life on earth in the dim light.
Doubt in the eyes
A strange light flashed on the high cliff.
When people come to their senses,
I have completed my first adventure in life and entered a new world.
Love is a cheerful stream.
The text/wind is light and the clouds are light.
Love is a flowing stream,
The stream sings softly and passes through people's hearts;
People's souls are watered by streams,
The flower of humanity is fragrant and beautiful.
Love is a clean stream,
Ding Ding is full of childlike interest;
Distribute the happiness of that stream barefoot,
There is a playful little fish in the stream.
Love is a fragrant stream,
Love flows with affection;
Fish in weeds never give up,
Couples by the stream can't speak their minds.
Love is a long river,
Homesickness flows around the bend;
In my dream, the smoke in my hometown rises,
The vagrant's mind drifted with the stream.
Love is a gentle stream,
Tender as water;
The ship in the center of the sea sails with love,
Go after your son and sail.
Love is a deep stream,
The stream never stops;
Clean up the endless flavor of life,
The sediment settled to the bottom of the river.
Love is a singing stream,
The gurgling stream washes the tired mind;
Everything in this world will get old,
Only love, always bright and young.
Whisper in the stream
Dunzhe Ling
I can no longer write poetry in the language of poetry.
Just like I can't use words.
To describe the beauty of a child.
Name him Winter.
Name him Xia Tian.
Spring or autumn and so on.
Just the bright side.
You will be afraid of becoming a husband.
You're afraid of being a father.
You will be afraid of being a grandfather.
When this day suddenly comes
You have the brightest smile.
Black and white photos are just colorless.
But the expression is full of philosophy.
Since I was born.
I shouldn't be afraid
I shouldn't argue either.
No matter to strangers
Or the closest person.
Must whisper like a stream
People with stories will understand.
Enthusiastic people will cry when they hear it.
As for the screams,
I'll make it roar
He has his world.
You have your world.
You don't have to scream in spring.
Will also come.
Honey, don't worry.
wait patiently
I'm already on my way
I also picked a wild rose.
You smile knowingly.
Will be like a rose in your hand.
There is a dazzling light.
Enough to melt her lover
The accident of life
It was a surprise.
Forget what you shouldn't remember
Remember what you should remember.
Life is sweet.
Whisper like a stream
Easy, easy!
Excerpts from the poems of Dunzhe Ling, an independent scholar, poet, writer and famous scholar in China.
The stream in my hometown
A clear stream
This is the pulse of the wanderer.
What flows is
A cavity of pure love, a cavity of love.
Childhood memories and
A lingering attachment
Melody of oratorio, harmonious beat
Send away the sunset and welcome the morning light.
Report on the rise and fall of small villages
year after year
Mountains and dense jungles.
You are at its feet.
Whispering day and night
Listen carefully.
Passion song: send me on my way
Melody after melody: eternal tenderness
That's sometimes confusing': it's to relieve your worries.
Or an implicit whisper
It makes people feel fresh, sweet and unforgettable.
How much wind and rain have you experienced in the streams of your hometown?
After thousands of years of vicissitudes
Your blood remains the same, and your face remains the same.
Whether playing in your arms as a child.
Or hiding behind you?
Peeping at the veil girl, that kind.
Good memories will be sealed forever.
As far as I can remember,
The stream in my hometown
Hope all is well with you
Although I have been influenced by jazz music now.
Surround, love songs dance, cut into uniforms
What I love most is your singing.
Rippling nostalgia
Slowly flowing and lingering
Enough for a lifetime.
A strong local accent
The stream in my hometown
I like the stream in my hometown.
Just as birds love the Woods.
Not only love clear water.
I prefer the beautiful scenery on both sides of the stream.
Xi' anshan
Reed flowers swaying in the wind
Gather in groups
Like those simple farmers
Enthusiastic and honest
They shot into the air.
Pick up the branches.
Wipe politely
As if to erase the shadow of life.
Make the sky brighter
Life is sweeter.
The days are fresher.
Waiting for the acacia on the coast
Hold fast to the passing time.
Just like those rural women who are looking forward to going home.
Looking forward to it day and night
People who work far from home
Looking forward to the flowers in May.
Footsteps taken home
Those morning glory
Climbing dike slope
Put on a green dress.
Raise the purple horn
Blow the horn of assembly
Wild chrysanthemums spread along the coast
Get dressed and line up.
Just like those fitness girls.
Thick makeup and bright colors
Prepare to attend a dance rally.
The joy of the festival is full of hearts. ...
I like the stream in my hometown.
Not only love beautiful scenery
Love the peace of that night more.
Love the opposite of the stars in the stream.
Those free-flowing fish
Walking in groups in the water ...
I like the stream in my hometown.
Like a colorful cloud intoxicated in clear water.
Rippling with an attached heart
The clear stream in my hometown.
It's a lingering dream in my heart.
In the waves of the stream
I wish I were a little spray.
Sing for a better tomorrow in my hometown.