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.
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!
spring
A small river
The flat stream will sink,
Only through Pingsha Wan Li-
Free,
Silence,
It has no happy voice.
A small river
The tortuous current will drop,
Only through mountains and valleys-
Danger,
Depressed,
It also has no happy voice.
My friend!
Thank you for your answers.
My long and boring questions,
In the flat and tortuous water,
The happiness of youth
Ripple in it!
A snowy morning
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Snow-covered window landscape
Appear: A white crawling vehicle.
A tower-shaped igloo shrouded in silence
Green and white trees greet each other.
They all mark the inevitable winter atmosphere after Christmas.
Snow is the crystallization of wisdom and maturity in three seasons of the year.
The skidding car indicates that it is beginning to snow.
It is fragile, easy to slip and scratch.
Melting snow tells us
The best way to forget a person or a thing.
When the snow piled up outside the steps on the way home
Worth remembering
Maybe it's just a squirrel jumping between tree trunks.
Some irrelevant sunny and cold morning.
moonlight
It is silence that flies forever in the moonlight.
Autumn is red leaves and winter is white snow.
Sink into the boundless night
So I used fisheye.
Singing the blooming flowers on the grassland
So I prayed
Listen to night and day
A swift river
Raise your hand at an inappropriate time.
So a plant was wrongly named.
Diseases spread with moonlight.
A singer began to hate light.
The silence in the moonlight disappeared.
Flowers in the moonlight only bloom but never die.
I love this land.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ If I were a bird,
I should also sing with a hoarse throat:
This land hit by the storm,
This river of sadness and anger will surge forever,
This endless wind,
And the gentle dawn from the forest ...-and then I died,
Even feathers rot in the ground.
Why do I often cry?
Because I love this land deeply. ...
The grass is green,
The river bends,
The road is long.
Under the blue sky and white clouds,
Birds fly by.
The colors in summer are not strong,
Rice and wheat turn yellow.
In the faint wind,
Bursts of songs,
Several readers are walking.
On the battlefield,
Send away the sunset glow,
Welcome the morning sun.
Miss this primary school,
Teach me to sail from now on.
Although the ends of the earth,
This feeling is unforgettable.
All kinds of disasters,
Still crazy.
Raise the sail,
Ride the wind and waves,
Cultivate the pillars of the next generation.
During the journey,
In full swing,
Bright light.
Dai Wangshu's Rain Lane
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to see
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
She does.
Clove-like color,
Lilac-like fragrance,
Sad as cloves,
Mourning in the rain,
Sadness and hesitation;
She lingers in this lonely rain lane,
Hold an oil-paper umbrella
Like me,
Like me.
voicelessly
Cold, sadness and melancholy.
She approached quietly,
Get close and throw again.
Breathing eyes
She floated by.
Like a dream,
As sad and confused as a dream.
Floating like a dream
A lilac field,
I passed this girl by;
She left silently, left,
A crumbling fence,
Walk through this rainy path.
In the lamentation of the rain,
Remove her color,
Spread her fragrance,
Disappeared, even hers
Breathing eyes
Lilac is melancholy.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to float over.
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
Rondo of birds
Come on, summer, with your soft sunshine.
Attack the snowy weather,
Escape from the long night!
St. Valentine River, birds in song for you,
You sit high in the clouds wearing a corolla;
Come on, summer, with your soft sunshine.
Attack the snowy weather
Those birds have reason to sing from time to time,
Because they look for mates in the bushes.
Ah, how happy and sweet they sang when they woke up:
Come on, summer, soft sunshine.
Attack the snowy weather,
Escape from the long night!
Second place: emily bronte (18 18- 1848) once published a book of poems with her sister. It was not until this century that she was recognized as one of the three great British poetesss.
I'm sitting alone
I sit alone; Summer sunlight
Die in the light of a smile;
I saw it leave. I looked at it.
Disappear from misty hills and windless grasslands;
Thoughts burst out in my soul,
My heart succumbed to its power;
Tears welled up in my eyes,
Because I can't express my feelings,
At that sacred and peaceful moment,
Serious joy around slipped in.
I asked myself, "Oh, why in heaven?"
Refused to give me that precious gift,
This glorious gift was given to many people.
Let them express their thoughts in poetry! "
"Those dreams surround me," I said.
"From the happy time of carefree childhood;
Fanatical ideas provide all kinds of fantasies.
Because life is still in its prime. "
But now, when I want to sing,
My fingers touch the silent strings;
The chorus of the lyrics is still
"Don't struggle; Everything is in vain. "
The night around me darkened.
Night hangs over me.
The cold wind howled,
But there was a terrible spell that locked me up,
I can't. I can't leave.
This big tree is bending,
Snow covered their branches;
The snowstorm is coming soon,
But I can't go.
There are dark clouds over my head,
I gallop under the ocean;
No melancholy can touch me,
I don't want it and I can't leave.
Streets in the sky
The street lamp in the distance is very clear, as if there are countless stars shining. Stars in the sky. Now,
It seems that countless street lamps are on. I think there must be a beautiful market in the foggy sky.
Some items on display in the market must be rare in the world. You see, the shallow Tianhe,
Certainly not very broad. I think the cow girl crossing the river can definitely ride the cow. I think now,
You must walk in Tianjie. Do not believe, please look at that meteor. Even if they walk with lanterns.
common jasmin orange
The stream is eager to flow to the ocean.
The tide is eager to return to land.
In front of the hedge with green trees and white flowers
I waved goodbye so easily.
After 20 years of changes,
Our souls come back every night.
When the breeze blows.
It became a garden full of fragrance.
Star array/group
one
The stars are twinkling-
Deep blue is too empty,
Have you ever heard them talk to each other?
In silence,
In the twilight,
They praised each other deeply.
two
Green shoots,
He Qingnian said:
Develop yourself! '
Pale white flowers,
He Qingnian said:
Salute yourself! '
Deep red fruit,
He Qingnian said:
Sacrifice yourself! '
three
The flower of success,
People only marvel at her beauty now!
However, when she first germinated,
Soaked with tears of struggle,
Sprinkled with sacrificial blood rain.
four
The sea,
Which star has no light?
What kind of flower has no fragrance?
Which time in my mind?
No sound of your waves?
Spring water (three songs)
one
Flowers in the corner!
When you appreciate yourself,
The sky is getting smaller.
two
To break millions of lives.
The constant gunfire,
On a quiet night,
The lamp moth that will be caught in the hand sadly
I left it outside the window.
three
Young man,
Jane's heavy description,
I was leafing through books,
Please write!
Paper boat-send it to mom
I never want to throw away a piece of paper,
Save it forever.-Save it,
Folding into a very small boat,
Throw it into the sea from the boat.
Some were blown into the window by the wind,
Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.
I'm still not disheartened, overlapping every day,
I always hope that a person can flow where I want him to go.
Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
Don't be surprised that it has no dreams.
This is your beloved daughter with tears, Qian Shan Wanshui,
Ask it to bring her love and sadness home.