Thirty years ago, you were like everyone else.
Come into this world crying.
At that time, you were like our respective children now.
Moist, simple and carefree
Twenty years ago, you were in your prime.
I always imagine your beautiful eyes.
How many teenagers are driven out of their wits?
How many people have this idea:
Destroy the world, as long as there is you.
Ten years ago, inadvertently,
You are like a lotus in the Tang Dynasty, crashing into my quiet dream.
Since then, my valley is no longer calm.
Happiness and suffering converge on this red land.
Nowadays, the years are like songs.
I am old, but I am still looking forward to it.
I met you unexpectedly in the vast sea of people.
And you are still beautiful and heartbreaking.
It snows, snowflakes are poetic, and our hearts are full of poetry.
At this moment, Santa Claus is carrying that beautiful wish and blessing.
Came to us from a distant foreign country,
For you, for me, for me, for our colorful life. ...
Years are like poems, and years are like songs. In the past days, we cultivated, sowed and harvested in the kingdom of poetry:
We cultivate time and life. ...
We sow friendship, love and beauty. ...
We harvest sunshine, poetry and sweetness. ...
"If winter comes, can spring be far behind?"
Although the poet named Shelley has long since left us,
But his poems,
It always brings us hope and warmth in every cold winter.
The sun is new every day,
Every spring is sunny,
So we have reason to believe that:
Our poetic world,
Our spiritual home,
After experiencing the cold winter, a better spring will surely come!
Born in spring, grown in summer, harvested in autumn and stored in winter.
Beyond 2006, we look forward to New Year's Day, which represents a new starting point.
We celebrate the New Year, a vigilant festival.
Let us be grateful,
Appreciate the wonderful life, the hope of life and the beauty of life!
The new year is about to begin, and new hopes are about to open.
The new blank will carry new dreams,
Clouds roll and clouds are comfortable, and we also like them;
We also cherish the ebb and flow of the tide;
Flowers bloom and fall, and we are equally grateful.
Let us be grateful for years, life, poetry,
Grateful for the coming 2009!
years as the song
( 1)
Bitter youth is blown away by the wind.
Unfortunate memories are wet with rain.
Deep sorrow disappeared in the snow.
The yellow diary cried alone in one silent night after another.
Then, it was blown dry by the wind of the years.
(2)
Sorrow is a grain of sand that falls into your eyes.
Only tears can wash it away.
(3)
If death is a tragedy
Then everyone's life will come to an end.
(4)
What touched me the most was the moment when the familiar notes in my memory struck my heart.
Emotion turned into tears, and I wanted to stop it.
(5)
Time can't go against the current, time will take it away.
Time flies, years change,
A few years later, when we turn over this bitter page in youth again.
Sorrow and sorrow have long since vanished.
We will laugh and sigh: this is life.
(6) Occasional feeling in summer night
Xia Feiyun has thin leaves and Shanshan
Blue waves and clear waves are as light as smoke.
The wind blows straight into Wan Li.
A sail hanging in the sky.
(7)
God always dresses ugly souls in beautiful clothes.
Then he said sadly, it's fair at last
However, he didn't expect that the world was often deceived by that beautiful coat.
He is also very helpless.
(8)
The setting sun obscured the last ray of sunshine.
The evening breeze wrinkled the lake.
Autumn frost looks at the last goose.
I stood quietly by the lake alone.
Eyes wandering on the edge of distant memory.
At the moment when the tears condensed, I locked my memory in an iron box.
Then bury it with the dust of years.
(9)
How can I stand the promise that keeps peeling off in the years?
Like a green leaf, once covered with branches.
Fall in the cold north wind
Like sand sculptures standing on the beach.
Disappeared in the biting sea breeze
(10) It is rainy at sunrise in spring.
Miyun is empty and I want to hide in the mountains.
Li Xilong's first sight
This scene is afraid of climbing guests.
Mo Yan who worked so hard.
( 1 1)
I will miss you even though it's a long way.
However, the familiar evening breeze brought her to her side.
Willow floating in the sunset reflects the rosy clouds.
Let me see your shawl hair.
A lake with a red sunset.
Reminds me of your red cheeks.
Melodious songs spread to the distance.
That's how much I miss you.
Time is like a song.
Looking back suddenly-a thousand years have passed in an instant, and the years are like songs.
What remains in your heart,
What is this?
What made you overhear a faint old song?
Will you burst into tears and feel sad?
What's the matter?-often on rainy nights.
Infiltrate your lonely heart quietly?
What is it-it occasionally hurts your sensitive and fragile heart?
Ah-my friend.
A thousand years have passed in the blink of an eye,
All the joys and sorrows in the world
I have forgotten.
But why, why can't I get over it?
Just because of the lingering sound,
Time is like a song.
Still deep in your heart and mine.
But—those—
Your happiness
My sadness.