All the days, all the days have come,
Let us weave for you with the golden thread of youth,
The flower ring of happiness weaves you.
There is singing and laughing on the boat, dancing on the campus under the moon,
Walking in the drizzle, marching in the early morning of the first snow,
There are also fierce arguments, a beating and warm heart. ...
It is a fleeting day, and it is also a day full of reverie.
One wish after another is blurred, like spring rain,
We have time, strength and firm belief.
We are eager to live and fly in the sky.
It's a simple day, but also a changeable day.
The vast world makes us curious,
Never cheerful, never indifferent,
Tears, laughter and deep thought are all the first time.
Go straight, go straight,
I move forward happily in my life,
What a heavy burden, I will not be weak,
What a hard fight, I won't lose face,
One day, after cleaning the gun, the machine and the sweat,
I miss you and greet you.
Look at you proudly!
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.
The 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 gentle waves of He Kanghe, I would like to be an aquatic plant!
The pool under the shade of the elm tree is not a clear spring.
It is the rainbow in the sky that is crushed in floating seaweed, precipitating a rainbow-like dream.
Looking for dreams? Support a long pole and swim back to a greener place on the grass.
Full of starlight, singing in the splendor of starlight.
But I can't play the piano, just 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.
Xu zhimo:
Happy snow
If I were a snowflake,
Handsome in midair,
I must 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,
I won't go to the deserted street to be disappointed.
Fly, fly, fly,
Look, I have my direction!
Dancing in the air,
Identify quiet homes,
Wait for her to visit in the garden.
Fly, fly, fly,
Ah, she smells of cinnabar plum!
At that time, I relied on my lightness,
Yingying touched her skirt,
Close to her tender heart
-disband, disband, disband
-Into her tender heart.
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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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Change and invariability
The leaves on the tree say:
"It's changed again,
You see,
Some are heartbroken, some are a pot of coke! "
"Yes,"
The answer is my own heart:
Also withered and withered in the cold west wind.
At this time, the contiguous stars climbed to the top of the tree;
"Look here,"
They seem to be saying:
"Has it changed?"
"Look here,"
Invisibly launched another sound.
"Isn't it as distinct?"
-My soul interrupted it.
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Deep alley in the middle of night
Woke up from sleep by it again,
Midnight pipa
Whose sorrow is this,
Whose finger is this,
Like a sad wind,
Like a tragic rain,
Like a falling flower,
Late at night,
When I fell asleep here,
Pluck the strings,
Blowing the horn of the court merchant,
In the middle of the night, on the deserted street,
There is a broken moon hanging on the willow tip.
Ah, it's losing money in half a month,
Like his broken hope,
He is wearing a flowered hat.
Wearing chains,
Jumping wildly on the road of time,
Laughing wildly,
It's over, he said. Blow up your lamp,
She waited on the other side of the grave,
Waiting for your kiss,
Waiting for your kiss,
Waiting for your kiss
1 1 China Sea on June 6th.