If I were a bird,
I 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. ...
2, "This is everything" Shu Ting:
Not all trees
Be broken by the storm;
Not all seeds
Can't find rooted soil;
Not everything is true.
Are lost in the desert of people's hearts;
Not all dreams
Willing to break his wings.
No, not everything.
Just like you said!
Not all flames
They will only burn themselves.
Not illuminating others;
Not all stars
It only means darkness.
Don't report the dawn;
Not all songs
It passed by my ear.
Didn't leave it in my heart.
No, not everything.
Just like you said!
Not all appeals went unanswered;
Not all losses can't be compensated;
Not all abyss is doomed;
Not all destruction covers the weak;
Not all hearts
They all stepped under their feet, in the mud;
Not all the consequences
It's all tears and blood prints, but it doesn't show joy.
Everything at the moment is gestating the future,
Everything in the future comes from yesterday.
Look forward to it and fight for it,
Please put these on your shoulders.
3, "Farewell to Cambridge" Xu Zhimo:
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 soft waves of Cambridge,
I would like to be an aquatic plant!
A pool in the shade of elm trees,
Not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky.
Crushed in floating seaweed, a rainbow-like dream is precipitated.
Looking for dreams? Take a wormwood,
Back to the greener 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.
4, "Homesickness" Yu Guangzhong:
Hours later
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.
After that.
Homesickness is a low grave.
I am outside
Mom, ah, it's in there.
At this moment,
Homesickness is a shallow strait.
I'm at this end
The mainland is over there
5. Yu Guangzhong of Nine Questions:
The brilliance on the water
One by one. Why?
Even at dusk?
Lights on the ground
One by one. Why?
Everything went into the night.
Stars in the sky
One by one. Why?
It's early in the morning. So what?
Our lives.
Day after day, why?
What about eternity?
When I left, ah
What took me away?
How's the weather?
Is it twilight? Faint?
Is it dark?
Is it dawn? I am upset
6, "Choice" Xi Murong:
If I have an afterlife,
Just to get together with you once.
Just for the moment after billions of light years.
All the sweetness and sadness are in a flash.
Then let it happen.
Everything appears in an instant.
I bowed and thanked all the planets for their help.
Let me meet you.
Separate from you
Completed a poem written by God.
And then grow old.
7. "Frontiers"
Xi Murong
If people can really be reincarnated
If there is reincarnation in the world,
Then my love
What were we before our previous lives?
If you used to be a woman picking lotus in Jiangnan,
I must be the one you missed under your wrist.
If you have ever been an urchin who plays truant.
I must have fallen out of your bag.
Brand new marble
In the grass by the roadside
Watching you leave unconsciously.
If you were once a monk with a side wall
I must be the incense in front of the temple.
Burning has been silent with you for a while.
So meet in this life
I always feel a little unfinished.
But it's too vague to distinguish it carefully.
I can't tell you one by one.