Author Wang Guozhen
There used to be too much melancholy,
Think of the past. It's heartbreaking,
I don't know where my pursuit is and where my road is.
Ask the wind, ask the rain, ask the earth,
But there was no reply.
The years passed silently,
But who wants to be so disappointed all the time;
But who wants to be so confused all the time
I want to fly, even without hard wings;
I want to sing, even if no one applauds me.
I paved the way with my life and blood,
No season can stop youth.
Fantasies and dreams
Author Gu Cheng
I love my dream,
Like a clear spring.
It warms my heart.
My heart contracted,
Sink like a stone.
My heart swells,
Like a balloon rising into the blue sky.
Put sunlight and moonlight,
Integrating the past and the future,
Like lightning and fireworks, it cuts through the night sky,
Into wonderful light waves.
Morning came.
Cicada began to sing again.
A boring song.
Dreams spread like fog,
Only the dew is empty.
dream
Author Gu Cheng
Seeds dream of spring in frozen soil.
It dreamed—
The winter god of the dragon bell was buried,
Teenagers are walking on the colorful horizon;
It dreamed—
Trembling and stretching his waist,
Long cilia glistened with silver diamonds with dewdrops;
It dreamed—
Bridesmaid butterfly kisses it gently,
Sister silkworm opened the golden curtain of the new house;
It dreamed—
Countless children opened their childish eyes,
Like thousands of stars around the moon. ...
Seeds, dreaming of spring in frozen soil,
Its head is covered with a huge slate.