2. Why do I always have tears in my eyes? Because I love this land deeply.
3. Some people are alive and he is dead; Some people died, but he is still alive.
Despicability is the passport of the despicable, and nobility is the epitaph of the noble.
The night gave me black eyes, but I used them to look for light.
6. You stand on the bridge and watch the scenery, and the people watching the scenery look at you under the bridge.
7, the flower of success, people are only surprised by her current glory!
However, at the beginning, her bud was soaked with tears of struggle and shed blood rain of sacrifice.
8. Love not only loves your strong body,
I also love your stand and the land under your feet.
From tomorrow on, be a happy person.
I have a house facing the sea and full of spring flowers.
10, as long as you want, I love, I will give it to you-my soul, my body.
Ivy-soft arms and lily-pure lips are waiting for you.
A bird flew by.
love
Cigarette stall Lao Li's erhu
Put our alley
Pull it into a long lock of wet hair
The door of the yard is open.
Fragrant tablet suixin
Sink under the cup
On the coffee table
The ashes are just white and cold.
Nothing is better than going to Qiu Lai in spring.
Can you do it for me?
Thousands of dozing postures on rattan chairs.
Give everyone a name?
The evening paper was splashed all over the face.
In sleep
A bird flew by.
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The moon is a beautiful bird's nest.
Scaffolding made of cassia twig
Can keep you at the same height.
Take out the sweet-scented osmanthus and polished rice from the bag.
Please make sure that before the moon rises.
Send it to the home of every green leaf.
At the same time, playing the shepherd's flute on the buffalo's back
Blow out flowers in the blood vessels of the heart.
Gather every stray bird.
Let's drink this bowl of moonlight wine together.
Tonight, in the bird's nest of this poem
We held hands and sang and danced heartily!
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Happy snow
If I were a snowflake,
Handsome in midair,
I have to know my direction clearly-
Fly, fly, fly,
This land has my direction.
Don't go to that cold valley,
Don't go to the desolate foothills.
Don't be disappointed in deserted streets-
Fly, fly, fly,
-Look, I have my direction!
Dancing in the air,
Identify quiet homes,
Waiting for her visit in the garden-
Fly, fly, fly,
Ah, she smells like cinnabar plum!
At that time, I relied on my lightness,
Yingying,
Touched her skirt,
Close to her tender heart-
Dissolve, dissolve, dissolve-
Melt in her gentle heart.
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Say goodbye to Cambridge again
I left quietly, just as I came gently;
I waved my hand gently and bid farewell to the clouds in the western sky. Golden willow by the river,
Is the bride in the sunset; Beautiful shadows in the waves ripple in my heart.
Green grass on the soft mud, oily, swaying at the bottom of the water; In the soft waves of Cambridge,
I would like to be an aquatic plant! A pool in the shade of elm trees,
It's not a clear spring, but the rainbow in the sky is pressed in floating seaweed, precipitating a rainbow-like dream.
Looking for dreams? Holding a long wormwood, stroll back to the greener grass.
Full of starlight, singing in the splendor of starlight. But I can't play songs,
Quiet is a farewell flute; Summer insects are also silent for me, silence is Cambridge tonight!
I left quietly, just as I came quietly;
I waved my sleeve without taking away a cloud.
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Pipa in the deep alley at night
It woke me up from sleep again, the sound of pipa in the middle of the night! Whose sorrow is this,
Whose finger is it, like a cold wind, like a miserable rain, like a fallen flower,
It's late at night, drowsiness strikes, and the strings are tight.
Playing with the horns of the merchants in the palace, at midnight, in the deserted street, the waning moon hung on the willow tips.
Ah, that half moon, like his broken hope, is wearing a flowered hat.
Wearing chains, jumping wildly on the road of time, laughing wildly,
It's over, he said. Blow out your light. She's waiting on the other side of the grave.
Waiting for your kiss, waiting for your kiss, waiting for your kiss!
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whisper
Autumn rain is next to the first-class cold autumn water.
In a gaunt autumn willow,
On the cowardly and sad branch,
On a yellow autumn leaf,
Listen to him kiss and kiss,
Whispering Sanqiu's love affair, love rain plot.
Finally, I brushed him gently in the autumn halo of autumn eyes and turned a whirlpool and a half.
Follow the autumn stream.
Whispering of autumn rain, Sanqiu's feelings,
The plot of love poems also falls into the autumn halo of autumn waves, surrounded by dancing,
Follow the autumn stream.
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loaf about
Xu zhimo
That day, you wandered in the air,
Free and relaxed, you don't want to stay.
On the other side of the sky or in the corner of the earth,
Your happiness is unrestrained,
You are more casual on the humble ground.
There are first-class rivers, although you are bright.
When crossing the road, I found his ethereal soul.
Wake him up and hold on to your beautiful image.
He clung to deep sadness,
Because beauty cannot stand still in the landscape;
He wants you to fly across Qian Shan,
Cast a shadow on the wider lake and sea!
He's wasting away for you, a first-class stream,
In the hope of incompetence, I hope you fly back!
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Residual stone
Who do you blame?
Who do you blame?
Isn't it thundering in the blue sky?
Close:
Lock;
Dust on the tiles until tomorrow!
Don't look at the smooth white stone steps.
Wait till tomorrow,
Alas, grass grows in cracks,
The blue on the slate is full of berries!
There are fish in the sapphire jar under the porch. It's really phoenix tail.
But who else will change water,
Who rakes the grass and feeds it!
Three or five days ago, you must roll your eyes.
Don't float to death, let the ice decompose!
The most pitiful are those Ying Ge people with red mouths and green hair.
Let the queen teach you well,
Will sing to the flute,
Pampered, fed late,
Just swearing,
Now, you're in charge!
There is only an empty yard waiting for you to answer! ......
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oriole
A touch of rosy clouds flew up the tree.
"Look, an oriole!"
Some people say. Tail up,
It's silent,
The brilliant light is dense.
-Like spring,
Flame, like enthusiasm.
Waiting for it to sing,
We looked at it quietly for fear of surprising it.
But once it spreads its wings,
Break through the dense and become colorful clouds;
It flew up and disappeared,
no
-Like spring, like flame, like enthusiasm.
I don't know the wind
-I don't know about the wind
Which direction does it blow?
-I'm dreaming,
In the light waves of dreams.
I don't know the wind
Which direction does it blow?
-I'm dreaming,
Her tenderness, my intoxication.
I don't know the wind
Which direction does it blow?
-I'm dreaming,
Sweetness is the brilliance of dreams.
I don't know the wind
Which direction does it blow?
-I'm dreaming,
Her ingratitude, my sadness.
I don't know the wind
Which direction does it blow?
-I'm dreaming,
Heartbroken in the sadness of dreams!
I don't know the wind
Which direction does it blow?
-I'm dreaming,
Dimness is the glory of dreams!
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Vast sea
I don't need a wide sky,
I don't want to put a giant paper owl either.
God plays tricks on the winds in all directions;
I just need a minute.
I just need a little light.
I just want to try,-
Like a child crawling in front of a dark room window.
Looking at the immortal cracks on the western horizon,
A little light, a minute.
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winter
Winter is a quiet season.
Grandpa always sits by the wall alone in winter.
keep silence
Gentle hands holding sunshine.
Touching his walnut-old face
Like a kind mother
Touch a beloved child
Winter is the season of snow.
Snowflakes are like mysterious white butterflies.
There are many voices from distant heaven.
My grandfather is on a quiet snowy night.
Tell the story of his childhood.
He is as happy as a child.
My heart is full of infinite warmth.
It's like we're on a sad day.
Suddenly remembered the spring outing.
Actually, no one knows.
What's Grandpa thinking in winter?
But his story tells me.
He left his childhood and hometown.
Very, very far away ...
The lush leaves are gone,
The waves of passion are not there,
It's hard to find windy and crisp air.
The wind stopped.
The last dying leaf stopped at the top of the tree.
The fog in front of me is very cold.
The sun tried to disperse the dark clouds.
But too lazy to work,
A few rays of sunshine perfunctory.
Although there is temperature, it is daunting-
It shattered the last hope.
It's always cold in winter.
The law of this trade-off has been confirmed here and here.
The sun went down.
Fog, dark, gloomy came up.
It erodes every organic cell in space.
The wind doesn't like all this.
A roar, strong winds and waves, mountain sneaking,
Instead of taking everything, I left it piece by piece.
In winter, the only peace,
It's broken too.
Everything, because it's winter,
Yesterday's dense fog created today's confusion.
All the confusion completed today's dense fog.
Winter is a mystery,
The dense fog lost the road.
I lost my way and caught my heart.
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Winter scenery
Don't say that winter is bleak and bleak.
Let's go to the wilderness for sightseeing and appreciation.
In this coldest season
You can see more strength and strength.
I know frozen rivers.
Still flowing forward under the ice
Look at that naughty sparrow.
Happy as spring.
I know the silent earth.
Is pregnant with vitality.
Look at those towering mountains.
I don't care about losing my green skirt.
Who left footprints in the residual snow?
Extend into the distance
Who is coming from afar step by step?
Carrying a heavy bag
Look at those bare trees.
Appear more straight and sharp.
Look at those clubs.
In full bloom proudly against the north wind.
Chinese parasol
The green cup that was once held high.
When did you express your strong feelings?
The hot summer is long gone.
Deep in the desert of memory
Camel bells ring occasionally, but
No response, no response.
Countless withered fingers
Grab the remaining leaves and tremble.
Recall the prosperity of the past
A faint fragrance floated by.
It's cold, but
There is no rain or snow.
But imagine the bombardment of lightning, imagine.
Eventually become a piano.
Some new green shoots,
Decorate the branches of dreams.
The morning breeze blows in the dead corner of memory,
Sigh that spring is in a hurry.
Sitting alone by the window,
Imagine the temperature today.
-Melting glaciers
Golden bell flower, south swallow, broken kite.
Unexpectedly,
As it turns out, winter-
Has been betrayed by spring.