original text
green shoots
Green shoots,
The young man said:
"Develop yourself!"
Pale white flowers,
The young man said:
"Contribute yourself!"
Deep red fruit,
The young man said:
"Sacrifice yourself!"
Imitate:
Tiny seeds,
The boy said:
"Break through yourself!"
Young branches and leaves,
The boy said:
"Improve yourself!"
Towering trees,
The boy said:
"Extend yourself!"
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Original text:
Mom!
The wind and rain in the sky are coming.
The bird hides in its nest.
The storm in my heart is coming.
Imitate:
Books!
The traveler in the desert is thirsty,
He will look for oases;
The desert in my heart is coming,
Only you give me a bath.
Teacher!
The dust on the ground is coming,
Trees block the wind and sand with branches and leaves;
The dust in my heart is coming,
Did you clear away the confusion for me?
Motherland!
The cold wind in winter is coming,
These geese returned to the south.
Winter has come in my heart,
I can only return to your arms.
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Original text:
Childhood!
This is a fact in the dream.
This is a real dream.
Think of it with a tearful smile.
Imitate:
Youth!
This is a bud in a flower.
This is a flower in bud.
This is the wet corner of my eye when I sleep.
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Sea!
That star has no light.
That flower has no fragrance.
That time, in my opinion,
Without the clear sound of your waves
Imitation: grassland
That grass has no leaves.
There is no juice in that fruit.
That time when I was sleeping
Without you, the green waves are rolling
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It rained at night
The weaving of filar silk affected the poet's mood.
Imitate:
Snow in the wind
Continuous knitting inspired the painter.