Rain is a shy little doll.
Play in cumulus clouds every day.
Sometimes I accidentally fall down.
When Lei Gong came,
They are willing to be with everything.
Willing to live with mountains and rivers.
But when the sun came out and found them,
They hid quietly.
past
Wind and tree
The wind is smiling.
The trees are chirping merrily.
The wind is swaying in the tree.
Trees dance with the wind.
sakura
It's snowing, it's snowing
Pink cherry blossoms are like snowflakes.
Dance your dress and raise your youth.
You came under the cherry tree.
Pieces of cherry blossoms have become a veil in your hair.
Is to welcome you.
I'm blessing you.
Get his attachment
Want to kiss your cheek
spring rain
Sand-sand-sand, sand-sand-sand ...
Look, the spring rain is coming quietly.
Like beautiful notes.
Play one beautiful tune after another.
Like a cute and naughty elf
Decorate the windows with colorful colors.
How do chemists describe this intelligent landscape?
I don't know when,
The rain stopped quietly.
But it stayed in my heart.
Let the wind blow over me.
There is also a cable under the bridge.
A river. How many poplars were alive from the beginning?
The river runs through the whole mountain city with wind.
It also passes through here. I parked my car on the railing.
Looking at the thin river, let the wind pass by me.
Comb the whole body and gently pass through all of me.
Indulge in the long world. The clock and bowl where I eat.
Here we are; Pull up my feet and start walking.
Wind, tear a piece and put it in my breath.
Leave traces for poplars. I took my foot off,
Put your heart here.
Tears weigh heavily on my language.
Can't talk. Can't talk
Has been inclusive of everything; Like in tens of thousands of words
Only one word was typed; It's like growing bean sprouts.
Jump out of the old height; Like a beard waking up in spring.
Root jointing But I know what she broke
An old stone, an explosion in the stone.
The sunshine in this old house is like a newborn baby.
Happy and warm. If everything goes back to its original state,
Your uncut heroism and lion-like domineering.
Sandstorm will make your silverware brighter.
Your sword-holding hand looks for enemies in language.
I saw you standing on a high place. Although you are humble
Like a grain of dust
In my lacrimal gland, it will grow into spring.
I was the first time to see the revival of everything on earth.
I bless you with a smile and lips!
Don? Luo's Ode to Goose
Goose Goose, Xiang Tiange.
White feathers, floating in green water; The red soles of the feet stir the clear water.
(Made at the age of seven)
Don? Hu Pinyi's Interview with Shaofu in Xi Han
Suddenly, I heard that Mei Fu came to see me and came out of the thatched cottage wearing clothes.
Children don't like chariots and horses, so they hide in the depths of reed flowers.
Song? Cowherd in Zhang Lei
Cattle grazing is not evil at all. In the distance, grazing cows and grass are green.
The son is angry, beyond the reach of the whip, and the ancient Liu Jian is clear in the south of the Yangtze River.
The wheat covered the sun and Tian Ping. Wu Jianli took part in the spring outing competition.
The old man lay hungry. The calf jumped over the beam without grass,
Let me know when the forest is separated from my mother.
The old man looked at his son's own salary and went out to see the post first.
Rain and dew wet hemp fiber, clap your hands and sing for companionship.
The pastoral wind in the distant village is getting thinner, and the muddy water in the near village is evil.
Zhao's son Zhu doesn't know, but he knows that the cow's back is happy.
Song? Yang Wanli's Sleeping in Early Summer
Plum folic acid splashed teeth, plantain Julia screen.
Spring goes to summer, and the days are long and tired. After a nap, I feel depressed and watch the children play with catkins in the air.
Poetry of youth
Shen Qing
The bloom of youth makes me tired but I don't regret it.
The rain and snow in the four seasons make me ecstatic but haggard.
Gentle wind and green dreams, gentle morning and morning drowsiness,
Light clouds and light tears, light years.
With the joy of wandering, I just never came back,
No one hinted at my homesickness when I was a child.
I want to snuggle up in every golden sunset,
Every transparent dewdrop washed away my sadness.
I met her in full bloom in the distant spring,
Full of dazzling brilliance, like a beautiful fairy tale.
Allow me, song for you. I can't sleep every night,
Allow me to cry for you. I can fly freely in tears.
The sky in my dream is very big, and I am lying on your eyelashes.
There were many days in my dream, but I began to want to go home.
I will bury all my songs on that blue hillside,
Waiting for one day they will become legends in the world.
The bloom of youth makes me tired but I don't regret it.
The rain and snow in the four seasons make me ecstatic but haggard.
Tangled clouds, tangled tears, tangled mornings,
Lost wind, lost dreams, lost years.
If life starts over,
My traveling companion, my friend-
Or set out against the morning sun
Leave the long figure behind.
Wave back happily!
If life starts over,
My traveling companion, my friend-
It's still a stormy long distance.
Still running tirelessly
Let's hold hands tightly!
Time, time will not go back.
Life can start over.
Not to mention losing a lot.
My traveling companion, my friend-
Tomorrow is longer than yesterday!
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