Pass by in a hurry and complain
Those who rest on the steps have never bowed their heads and pitied.
He often picks up a few pieces to wipe the mud on his shoes.
He hurried on.
He has fallen in love with enthusiasm and endless power.
Xie Hui paved the road.
Give a lamp to the bud in the corner.
It blooms beautiful flowers in the sun.
Proves the eccentricity of heaven.
He who rushes on, nothing grows on the road.
There is no season or day and night.
Only endless loess and gravel.
Can't stand the wind
I feel lonely and lost.
I remember that Shui Rou in Qinghai Lake turned into a bone.
I heard the melodious flute from Nanshan.
I saw him cut off his powerful hands.
I saw him cut off his hand.
Exchange a leaf of a bodhi tree.
Pray devoutly every day
People on the road pray devoutly every day.
"Prayer" modern poem 2 "Snowflakes flying, I pray for spring"
Qiushi garden
The falling snow falls before my eyes;
The sky is white, covering the whole world.
You're telling a sad story,
Li Sao in autumn and romance in winter.
The rustling wind,
Diffuse at the fingertips of the strings,
Vocal music flows at the fingertips of the strings,
Ups and downs, changes
The strings are quietly tied to my writing paper,
Play the charm of winter, bleak and biting majesty?
Send a message that spring is coming and the wind is blowing gently.
Bright spring is in my heart.
Ruthless years are quietly changing,
Vicissitudes have destroyed the appearance of middle age,
I cry for spring in the cold wind.
Since then, my heart is no longer confused.
With the music you play,
The surge of emotion,
My soul is with your melody.
The waves are rippling.
My eyes are shining.
The light of hope,
I'm in the snow,
Looking forward to the charming spring.
Since then, day and night,
Try to smile in time,
I'm waiting, year after year,
Time stepped on my shoulder.
Let the seasons change relentlessly.
The flowers in spring are still in full bloom,
Will my soul and shadow return to spring?
Let the soul pray in the cold wind,
Pray that I will meet spring again,
Spring with my burning heart.
20xx65438+February 7th