The window of high school students' inspirational poetry recitation is the display screen of Apple's mobile phone.
The fingers of the train are moving and jumping.
The collapse of trees, the rotation of mountains,
Tuan Tuan Lv Yun split and gathered in an instant.
The rapidity of the river, the vertical and horizontal roads,
Thousands of gullies and ridges were shaken and smoothed in a few seconds.
Windows, tearing the endless scenery,
Let the five-act drama of life
Speed up the performance with funny jumps;
Vague poetry, impressionist painting,
Stream of consciousness novels, sentimental essays.
Outside the window, the passing wind and scenery,
You can't see the glass when the weather is clear.
You can't see objects when you are blurred.
Colorful dreams,
Miscellaneous memory;
It's not just a visit,
Fold yesterday, today and tomorrow.
Summer sunshine,
Graffiti on the face by the window,
Eyeball congestion,
Exaggerated your drunkenness;
Leng Yue on a winter night,
Fall in front of your eyes,
become
The most glittering and translucent tears.
The window is the display screen of Apple's mobile phone.
The scenery that has been wirelessly interconnected for half a lifetime.
I graduated from the manuscript "That year, under that loquat tree" in the summer of high school students' inspirational poetry reading.
I went to Yunnan, which I have been longing for for for a long time.
At noon in the scorching sun,
I packed a simple bag,
Leave step by step
The house and vegetable garden where I have lived for twenty years.
I walked so slowly that I couldn't bear to look back.
In the corner where the house is about to disappear,
I stopped to look back.
Under the tall loquat tree in front of the house,
Mother stood quietly like a stone carving,
The road ahead of me.
I can't see her face clearly,
I can't see her eyes clearly.
I only see.
Mother stood quietly like a stone carving.
I gritted my teeth, bit by bit,
I only hate why there are no teeth in my eyes.
Finally, I opened my mouth and loosened my teeth.
Mom can't see my face clearly,
I can't see my eyes clearly,
Just like I can't see her face and eyes clearly.
That summer, at noon that day,
Under that tall loquat tree,
Mother stood quietly like a stone carving,
One thousand years unchanged!
There are few stars in the manuscript of high school students' inspirational poetry reading "Night, Mood".
This is a good place for meditation. One step away, there is the Lotus.
Bai Niao suddenly turned back.
Burning wings
Fly passionately in the moonlight
I can't calm down all the time. There is always some wind that won't blow my hair.
After 60 rainy seasons,
I, still am
That swaying white-headed reed
The wind is blowing coolly.
The river is sparkling and there is a quiet fishing fire.
Those orange elements
Makes me manic and excited.
What should I use to interpret?
Glass after glass of hot red wine, the sound of the waves remains the same, like water flowing through.
I found it and lost it that year.
Cheongsam and roses
Also, the faint drums
The manuscript "Corner of My Heart" recited by high school students' inspirational poems is beautiful in the blink of an eye.
In the blink of an eye, you are close at hand.
Twinkling starry sky
Baiyun Duo Duo
Dark clouds layer upon layer
The slightest bit.
At first sight.
It rains in an instant. Why do you say that?
Announce your intention to leave and be sincere.
Why don't I show you my world?
The remoteness of the world
How should I get there?
Arrive at the Cape, where I miss you very much.
Thunderstorm swept away my bun.
But I can't take my soul.
The night covered my eyes.
But still lying here.
This is the soil where I was born and raised.