give me
Yang Xiaomin
Give me a seed,
I insert new green into every barren heart.
Give me a ray of sunshine,
I light up the beating fields with love,
Let the spark pass the spark,
Let the wild vines in summer,
Covered with bare hills.
Give me a drop of white dew,
I painted a rich river.
Give me an illusion,
I will slow down every minute,
Let the white hair flying overhead be with the snowflakes in the New Year.
Melt quietly
Quietly
(Note: The underlined part is changed to:
Let young dreams
On the wings of spring,
Fly, fly, fly ...)
Song of the new autumn
Lin Geng
How I like the clear blue sky.
This is an ocean full of sunshine.
The younger generation needs to fly.
Turn all the time into the present
I seem to hear the wind in Yuan Ye.
A new movement is playing.
The red fruit is already shining.
Yes, the wind will become wings.
Let a reed have power.
Ah, the world has changed a lot
The golden net weaves the sunlight.
Silver nets are woven into the moon.
Who wove the blue sky?
Fall on my childhood heart
Who wove the blue net?
I've been with people since the cradle
Let the ocean of life
A drop of dew also sings.
Believe in the future
Food easy to eat with your fingers
When cobwebs mercilessly sealed my stove.
When the smoke of ashes sighs the sorrow of poverty
I still stubbornly smooth away the ashes of disappointment.
Write with beautiful snowflakes: believe in the future.
When my purple grapes turn into dew in late autumn
When my flowers snuggle up to other people's feelings
I still stubbornly use frosted vines.
Write on the desolate land: believe in the future.
I want to use my fingers to stir the waves that rush to the horizon.
I want to hold the sun in my hand.
The warm and beautiful pen flickers with the dawn.
Write with a child's pen: believe in the future.
I believe in the future.
Yes, I believe that people's eyes in the future
She brushed away the eyelashes of history.
She has a student who can read through the years.
No matter what people think of our rotting bodies.
Those lost blues, the pain of failure.
It was tears of emotion and deep sympathy.
Or give a contemptuous smile and bitter ridicule?
I firmly believe that people are interested in our spine.
Countless explorations, lost ways, failures and successes.
I will definitely give a warm, objective and fair evaluation.
Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their comments.
Friends, believe in the future.
Believe in indomitable efforts
Young people who believe in overcoming death.
Believe in the future and love life.
Chapter II The Heart of Love
Paper boat-send it to mom
backbone
I never refuse 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 of the ship by the wind,
Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.
I am still not discouraged, folding every day,
I always hope that a place can only flow where I want it to go.
Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
Don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason.
This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.
Wanshui Qian Shan, please bring her love and sorrow home.
You are an April day on earth.
-Compliments of love
Lin
I said you are the April day of this world.
Laughter lit up the surrounding wind; Lightweight and flexible
Dancing and changing in the splendor of spring.
You are the cloud on the first day of April.
The evening breeze is soft, and the planetesimals are there.
Unintentionally flashing, drizzle sprinkled in front of the flowers.
That's lightness, that's elegance, and you are, Xianyan.
You are wearing a crown of flowers, and you are
Naive and solemn, you are the full moon every night.
After the snow melts, the goose is yellow, and you are like; fresh
The first green bud, you are; Gentle and happy
Water floats with white lotus in your dreams.
You are a flower and a swallow in the tree.
Whispering between the beams, you are love, warmth,
It's hope, you are April day on earth!
I'd rather be a torrent.
Petofi (Hungary)
I would like to be a torrent, a river between mountains,
Through rough roads and rocks ...
As long as my lover is a small fish,
Swim around happily in my waves.
I want to be a barren land, on both sides of the river,
Fight bravely against the strong wind. ...
As long as my lover is a bird,
Nest among my dense branches and sing.
I would like to be a ruin on a steep rock,
This silent destruction did not make me regret it. ...
As long as my lover is green ivy,
Climb up and down my desolate forehead intimately.
I want to be a cabin, at the bottom of a deep valley,
On the small roof destroyed by wind and rain ...
As long as my lover is a lovely flame,
In my stove, it flashes slowly and happily.
I want to be a cloud, a broken gray flag,
Lounging around outdoors,
As long as my lover is a coral sunset,
Next to my pale face, it shines brightly.
Chapter III The Call of Sincere Love
homesickness
Yu Guangzhong
In childhood
Homesickness is a small stamp.
I'm at this end
Mom is over there.
When I grow up
Homesickness is a narrow ticket.
I'm at this end
The bride is over there.
We'll talk about it later.
Homesickness is a low grave.
I am outside
Mom's inside.
But now
Homesickness is a shallow strait.
I'm at this end
The mainland is over there
I love this land.
Ai Qing
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 one from the forest
Gentle dawn ...
And then I died,
Even feathers rot in the ground.
Why do I often cry?
Because I love this land deeply. ...
Motherland in the world
Ye Zhou
The earth is shaking. Death has sealed our mouths—
However, a mud wall is needed.
Let me build beams and rafters, using the brightest paint in the world.
Write down the laughter of all parents and babies;
Pray for a quiet morning.
Let me bring morning glory, vines and star grass.
Start a day of prayer;
Ask for a handful of vegetables and rations, dripping with dew.
Bless the good children in the world.
Walk on the bright road;
A blackboard and some chalk are needed.
Draw the eyes of angels and children
Hanging in the sky;
Ask for an empty valley, let me
Dark clouds are gathering, lightning flashes and thunder thunders.
Put out all anger;
I want a seed this summer.
Time will return to the fire, and the harvest will break ground again;
Request a book, I want to dip in the tears of the sky.
Bleeding wings
Erase the word "disaster";
I also want to ask a pigeon's heart to take away.
Humble thoughts
Name peace and love;
Yes, please go to heaven.
A quiet and stable life
Every time she is in labor pains, it's a heartbeat that I can't give up.
The earth is shaking. Death is just a problem-
I know the sky is cracked, but I can't erase the sun.
The glory of bronze
The eagle is an oath.
Go beyond the ruins of yesterday;
I know the earth, and I can't extract the earth.
Awesome backbone
A group of pupils in their dreams, carrying schoolbags.
Step into the classroom at dawn;
I know tears are flying.
Without ice and snow, seawater becomes salt.
In the white-haired "Twenty-four History"
How many painful transformations have you had?
I know a faded inscription.
Mend the sky, control water, shovel soil, and create words.
A long ballad
Be sung;
I also know that there is a fearless lantern hanging
The eaves of the east
The goodness of a nation is actually
A kind of kindness;
Yes, I know my motherland is in the world.
A hill with little wind and grass
Every dance she bathed in fire.
It's all because of me-Phoenix.
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Chapter IV Burning Life
I am a young man.
poplar
People still call me youth. ...
Ha ... I'm a young man!
I'm young, my God!
Thank you for giving me a furnace that doesn't produce steel.
Seal and smell my youth.