32 years ago
Mei, a pink dream, is particularly charming.
The walls of the campus can't hold her fragrance. Remember the snow on campus.
Bend all the branches in the campus
Only you, laughing alone in the branches.
The whistling north wind wants to compose music for you.
Helplessness without lyrics
The snow arrived as scheduled.
Spring hidden in warm soil
Sneak out your head
Covered with cold snow and passion.
Only red and spotted plums.
Write lyrics for early spring
A poem about spring
Bloom brilliantly in the cold world
This is Mei in my campus.
My classmate
In my inner world
Open legend
I picked a plum deep in my memory.
I want to find the past 32 years ago.
The cold years drew a pink plum.
Let me wait in the long years.
News of spring
(B) Xueba and charming roses
Xueba and charming roses don't get along.
Learning to bully is simple and unpretentious, rustic.
Every exam always makes teachers happy and full of energy.
Let male students bloom in spring, and let female students envy and add sour vinegar.
Acid and vinegar have experienced decades of wind and rain.
It hasn't gone stale yet.
A classmate named Honghua always touches her fragrance.
Xueba Sijing is a bright and charming rose for students.
In fact, Xueba knocked on the door of life with the first cry.
It has been covered with flowers.
I heard that the day she was born, the fragrance was overflowing.
The pain of a mother's childbirth
complete obiteration
Parents' sad faces are full of joy.
Since then, the name of Wuhua has competed with the years.
Since then, my long memory has deeply touched me and accompanied me through 32 years of storms.
Finally, one day,
Let's meet and get together.
I stretched out a hand full of wind and frost.
Want to have warm memories with you
Your eyes are clear, but you stare at that tall classmate without saying a word.
I quickly took back my freedom.
Red face, drinking the story in the cup.
You know nothing about it.
You are still my principal, and I don't blame you.
Charming rose, charming rose
Love of shy classmates
And ashamed of my poems.
(3) Distant sounds
There is a sound that travels through time and space.
Still ringing in my ears
The announcer on campus
Still broadcasting the weather of life for me
Think back to those days when the college entrance examination is approaching.
You use your voice to tighten the strings of the storm.
Shoot at the students' ears
Dream up youth.
Start the idea of carp yue longmen
Have classmates
Can't stand the rhythm of the sound, throw the good story into the recording studio.
Unfortunately, this stone
Didn't turn into paintball.
This regrettable story became the joke of today's class reunion.
Adjust your classmates' warm seasoning
The sound in the distance is lightning in the storm.
It's raindrops after lightning.
It's a rainbow after raindrops.
It's sunny after the rainbow.
(4) Reading Snow
This season
Makes me miss the snow
Hot and noisy
The fantasy of torturing my high temperature
The past is like a heat wave, surging in rows.
The July struggle
Use up all my wisdom
I went from a scholar carrying a book of songs
Fall into a valley overgrown with weeds
Aaron is a farmer. He is carrying heavy loads in the fields under the scorching sun.
War in the heat
I gave my love and dream for unrequited love.
That winter
It snows heavily.
Snowflakes cover my inner dryness layer after layer.
I calmed down and listened to the sound of seasons alternating.
I drank a cup of forgetful water willingly.
I started writing poems.
The snow thirty-two years ago
Melt in my poem.
at present
I am still writing a poem, and there is no snow in it.
There is only one cold flower.
Laugh in my poem