Author: Liushahe
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Mr. Y, a Taiwan Province poet, said: "Overseas, when you hear a cricket at night, you will think that you heard it in the countryside of Sichuan."
It's the cricket. Its steel wings are ringing and flapping the golden wind.
Fly across the Strait and land quietly over Taipei.
It's the cricket that sings in your yard every night.
It was sung in July, and it was sung by cricket in Tang Dynasty.
I sang by Mulan's loom in Nineteen Ancient Poems.
I have sung and heard it in Jiang Kui's poems.
Master has heard of it. It's the cricket.
I sing by the post road in the deep mountains and on the beacon tower of the Great Wall.
I was singing in the yard of the hotel, in the weeds on the battlefield.
Lonely people have heard of it, and wounded soldiers have heard of it.
That's a cricket, singing in your memory.
Singing in memory, singing the surprise of childhood.
Singing loneliness in middle age reminds me of carving bamboo into a cage.
I think of the call lamp falling and the moon cake.
Think of sweet-scented osmanthus, think of pomegranate fruit covered with pearls.
Think of the yellow leaves flying in my hometown and the residual lotus in the wild pond.
Think of the geese in the south, think of the piles of hay in the fields.
I think of my mother telling us to go back and add clothes, and I think of the years when I slipped away.
That's a cricket, singing on this side of the channel.
Singing on the other side of the strait, singing in an alley in Taipei.
Singing in a village in Sichuan, where everyone goes in China.
Singing everywhere is more monotonous than the most monotonous music.
More harmonious than the most harmonious sound, condensed into water.
Is dew, burning into light, fireflies, birds, partridges.
It's crickets chirping in homesick hearts.
Sing outside your window, sing outside my window.
You are listening, you are thinking, I am listening, I am singing.
You should guess what I'm saying, and I'll guess what you're thinking.
China people have the mentality of China people, while China people have the ears of China people.
1982 July 10 Chengdu.
Second, "ideal"
Author: Liushahe
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Ideal is a stone, knocking out a single spark;
Ideal is fire, lighting the extinguished lamp;
Ideal is a lamp that illuminates the road at night;
Ideal is the road that leads you to the dawn.
In the age of hunger and cold, the ideal is food and clothing;
In the era of food and clothing, ideal is civilization.
In chaotic times, the ideal is stability.
In a stable era, the ideal is prosperity.
Ideals are like pearls, one after another,
Throughout the ages, the future is endless.
Beautiful pearl chain, the backbone of history,
The past shines today, the present shines now, and the ancestors shine on their children.
Ideal is a compass to guide ships;
Ideal is a ship, carrying you to sea for a long voyage.
But the ideal is sometimes the arc of kissing between the sea and the sky.
It's beyond your tolerance and tortures your enterprising heart.
Ideal makes you smile and observe life;
Ideal makes you stubbornly resist fate.
Ideal makes you forget the early gray hair on your temples;
Ideal makes your head white and naive.
Ideal is an alarm clock to break your golden dream;
Ideal is soap to wash away your selfishness.
Ideal is not only an acquisition,
Ideal is a kind of sacrifice.
If ideals bring you honor,
That's just a by-product of it,
But more is misunderstood loneliness,
Laughter in loneliness, bitterness in laughter.
Ideal makes honest people often suffer misfortune;
Ideals keep the unfortunate people alive.
Ordinary people are great because they have ideals;
The ideal person is a "capitalized person".
There are always people in the world who have abandoned their ideals.
Ideals never abandon anyone.
Give new life to sinners, and ideal is the immortal grass that revives the soul;
Call the prodigal son back, the ideal is a loving mother.
The ideal has been defiled, so there is no need to resent it.
That's the devil testing your loyalty;
Ideal has been pickpocketed, don't cry,
Go get it back, and be careful in the future!
The hero lost his ideal and became a mediocre man.
Exaggerated the achievements of the year;
Mediocre people have lost their ideals and lived all their lives.
Ridiculously cursing the immediate environment.
Ideal flowering, peaches and plums should bear sweet fruit;
The ideal bud, elm poplar will have thick shade.
Please get on the ideal horse and start here with a whip.
Spring is just on the road and the sky is sunny.
Third, "can survive the winter"
Author: Liushahe
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The world is misty and covered with bamboo fences and huts.
My hands are frozen, my feet are frozen and my rags are empty.
Busy going out early in the morning, my wife asked me where to go.
I went to the garden to see wintersweet. Last night, the fragrance blew into my house.
To the south branch, the flowers are already exposed, not afraid of ice columns under the eaves.
Spring is coming, listen to the birds singing and the falling snow trees!
Fourth, "neighborhood"
Author: Liushahe
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My neighbor's face is so beautiful that he invites me to be a guest every night.
My stomach is full of complaints and my breath is full of alcohol, which makes me very affectionate.
Recently, I rebelled and became an official, and my face suddenly came to autumn.
Fiercely exposed my "poisoning" and criticized my "restoration", but the friendship was cut off.
His little dog was confused and wagged his tail and licked his tongue at me.
I said don't do this, it doesn't understand, the language barrier.
Verb (abbreviation for verb) Mid-Autumn Festival
Author: Liushahe
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The paper window is bright and clean, and the son goes to the workshop.
Saw big wood barefoot and naked.
The rhyme is sonorous and the rhythm is melodious.
Love him with iron teeth and affection to support my family of four;
I hate him for being heartless and gnawing at my prime.
After eating spring and summer, I came home late and suddenly smelled osmanthus fragrance.
Tonight is the Mid-Autumn Festival. Tell my wife to come to the window to see the moon.
The wife said that the moonlight is really good, and it's time to wash clothes tomorrow morning. Might as well go to bed in the morning!
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