The sunshine of Lin Hai's vast class testifies that the natural nature is deduced here, and the quaint amorous feelings of Songtao are accompanied by years. under the greenwood tree is full of jade-like bird songs and walks into the uneven light and shadow. Every fresh idea is like a colorful peacock feather and mood. Qi Fei slowly leafs through the magnificent eyebrows in the twilight, even if there is only one inch of sunshine, every pore can release a bright smile. Is it you who are in Qi Fei? Bloody autumn can't help but go deep into the crystal clear heart. It's a piece of music on demand in the clear sky. It's a flaming freehand brushwork on the map of youth. It's a true story that penetrates the soul. The essence of the diamond conveys your infinite hope for tomorrow, and all the lights and rainbows will be gradually forgotten by people. Please note that at this moment, the gap between the poet's situation and life must be inserted into a line of poetry-you have crossed it. After the ruins of the years------------the connotation of poetry is waiting for you to upgrade. When I look back, I have found that the trees are stretched, and my heart is hypnotized, and the clouds in the sky are full of silk threads that dream for no reason, deeply penetrating into the eyes that have not slept for a long time. When I wrote this song, my flashing eyes burst into my thoughts, and the depressed sadness was detected by me, pointing to the silence.
The scenery in the dense fog is not clear, only the dew on the nearby branches and leaves is falling, and only the hazy silhouette is left in the distance, which is intertwined with chaos. Looking up, the dome of the sky seems to be covered with a veil, and the morning light is dim and all is silent. I don't know where there was a sudden bird song. This clear cry of surprises woke up the world, and the forest suddenly became noisy, and birds from all directions joined in the song and harmony.
Quiet Big Forest (Chapter 7 of Prose Poems) Text/Song Xianren Everything has been calm in a forest night. The bursts of pines, the melodious birdsong and the gurgling stream under the deep valley are only the night wind that occasionally stirs my dream clothes. The wooden house in the quiet night, when I walk out of the door, there is always a refreshing fragrance. The dim starlight, the dark distant mountains and the dark trees always arouse my infinite reverie. Rhododendron, are you blooming in the dark? Aesculus chinensis, Ficus altissima, Ligustrum lucidum, red maple, beech and Chinese tallow, as well as wild bananas, wild pineapples, wild lychees, wild bees, butterflies, mountain dragonflies and cicadas, are you also dreaming little dreams? I seem to hear a kind of rustling. Is everything growing quietly in this silent night? Tomorrow morning, let's lift the small umbrella of dandelion and walk to the top of the high mountain. Let's greet you kindly, Hello, Big Forest! On the second cold night, let the bonfire warm the cabin bonfire. You kind friend, you red-faced man, you flashed the words of Mars, which made my cabin red and warmed my cold night. Friends, let's talk silently tonight. The cold wind and oblique rain outside will be farther and farther away from us. Let's sip the wine brewed by this wild fruit, and let the fragrance of this wine slowly enter the soul. When our words are getting lighter and lighter, when Lin Tao coming from afar is no longer vague, let us walk through the charming red maple forest in our dreams. Grapes in the depths of the three mountains who have come here through this dense wood and weeds, before me, wild grapes growing in the rock, how many years, you have been baptized by the mountain wind here; For many years, you have been caressed by the sunshine here. Hold on to the cliff, your rough hands make me see the blood vessels full of vitality! Your indomitable progress, regardless of any difficulties and obstacles, reminds me of the first person who entered the mountains. Grape, before the sun goes down, please give me strength to jump to the opposite peak and follow your winding path to find the acacia forest in my dream. Four egrets fly over the lake in the mountain. Look, the lake in the depths of this mountain is in the midst of green and flowing, like a fog and a dream. Egret, you holy fairy in the forest, caressing the warm lake and cleaning the beautiful body little by little. I smell the fragrance of Toona sinensis buds. Egret, egret, I saw an arc across the water. It was you, flying to the stormy Chinese fir forest, the swaying maple poplar forest, the smoky Chinese tallow forest, the colorful clouds and the far-reaching distance. In the foggy morning, every tree put on a hazy veil, and I think of the beautiful fairy in the film and television, singing and dancing lightly and brushing with long sleeves. By this time, I had climbed halfway up the mountain, and a red squirrel in the Woods glanced at me and fled into the cave. I sat down where it sat. It's midnight. Let me take a nap against this old pine tree first. Friend, if I fall asleep, please pull my skirt, please wake me up, I have to bypass this mountain before the moon hangs in the sky. Six oriole oriole, please stop at my wooden house, let us watch the morning sun shining in the blue waves, let us listen to the long wind in the valley, coming from the distant forest, and let us forge a deep friendship with forest fog, mountain springs, stones, sunshine and every tree and wood. Oriole, please stop at my cabin. You are the dream keeper, and I am dreaming. Let me be a wild fruit. I don't know the fragrance of the big forest until I walk into it. Walking into the big forest, you seem to walk into a mature wild orchard. Your sad laughter, your sweet singing and your black beginning are all fragrant. White mushroom, you shy forest girl, don't cover your eyes with a small umbrella. Golden persimmon, you healthy young man, are you blowing leaves of wood to express endless affection to your sweetheart? Mango, your footprints are all over the mountain, just like teenagers in mountain villages. Mountain pepper, your strong fragrance reminds me of the pungent mountain village sister-in-law. Pecan with thin shell, you are a vigorous elder in the forest. Hello, intoxicating forest, endless green waves are my endless imagination. Let me also be a mature wild fruit, hanging on this tall tree and among the green leaves. Let the birds passing through the top of the forest peck away my thoughts, let me visit every vital tree in the big forest, every vibrant grass and every lively and lovely animal with my dreams, and then let the heavy snow in the middle of winter cover me. When spring comes, I will slowly wake up and grow a faint purple flower.
There is a thick layer of snowflakes hanging from the branches of the big forest. Under the sunlight, it looks like bundles of white corals, which are clean and clear, exquisite and exquisite, making people feel that the whole body and mind have been purified
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a breeze blows, and the fragrance is refreshing. The light green lobules in the pear blossoms sneak out, and the white and green contrast is particularly beautiful.
Oriole, partridge, woodpecker and thrush regard this mountain forest as their own kingdom, flying freely among the branches and singing charming songs.
The mountains on both sides of the road are undulating, and the forest is vast, with clusters of small yellow flowers dotted in the middle of the green forest.
In the summer when flowers are in full bloom, the morning mist flows slowly in the forest, winding around every red spruce, which looks like a long ribbon on a fairy.
On a boat tour in Taihu Lake, I saw citrus reticulata, whose slopes are full of golden fruits, fluttering like strips of damask silk and flying like pieces of flaming clouds.
The vines of the big trees in the virgin forest are intertwined, just like covered with layers of big nets, and it is very similar to the dark green seabed, and no sunlight can penetrate.
The trunk of Populus davidiana is straight, with branches embracing each other. It is not afraid of the barren loess plateau and the cold of the northwest snow, and it is full of life and United.
The mountain is a sea of trees. The towering fir trees on the top of the mountain stand like nervous soldiers on the cliffs. Camellia oleifera, which is evergreen all the year round on the hillside, is covered with red and big fruits in autumn. Evergreen pine trees stretch their vigorous branches, and big camphor trees at the foot of the mountain hold up big umbrellas with hundreds of birds leaping and singing.
is it enough?