Fairy tale poem:
Birthday (Gu Cheng)
Because of my birthday
I got a colorful wallet
< p>I have no moneyAnd I don’t like those boring pennies
I ran behind that weird big pile of dirt
To see those who love me Little flowers
I said, I have a warehouse
It can be used to store flower seeds
The wallet is really full of flower seeds
Some are black and bright
Like strange little eyes
I said again, don’t be afraid
I will take you to my home in the spring Go there
There you will get
a green blouse
and a colorful lace cloth hat
I have a small wallet
I don’t want money
I don’t want those pennies that won’t sprout
I just want to fill them with tiny flower seeds
I Want to know their birthdays
Fable poem:
Autumn, the dandelion is old
The children ask
What inheritance is there
The mother silently
puts an umbrella on her children's heads
to fly far away
I don't want to fly far away
I want to fly high
Pink lips high---original lyrical prose poem
The flowers in the willows are deep in the spring, and the red peonies are nowhere to be found.
Outside Cuiwei Pavilion, the drizzle continued, just like three years ago.
The scenery remains the same, but the people have changed.
Xiao Lian sighed softly, lowered her head and stroked the guzheng named "Phoenix Smile", and the young master's voice echoed in her ears.
"How can we make such a sound of changing the emblem on such a beautiful day?"
The string of the zither was broken and her brows were furrowed. Xiaolian put her injured finger into her lips. She and the young master were... So acquainted.
Later, later, like all beautiful legends, they went boating on the West Lake, lingered in the Qingchuan River, drank wine and composed poems in front of flowers and under the moonlight.
Every place is so beautiful, but in Xiaolian's eyes, it is the same. As long as the young master is by her side, the ends of the world are like clouds and smoke, slowly dissipating, leaving only the young master's eyes. , as pure as a baby.
Until, a year ago, the young master received a letter. It seemed that a bright cloud had floated over, covering the watery sunshine, and a gloom gradually formed between his brows. Xiaolian is such a smart woman. She understands the young master's thoughts and his difficulties.
"Young master, Xiaolian understands that she cannot grow old together with him in this life, but in the past two years, Xiaolian has gained his sincerity. After he leaves, she will no longer worry about him."
The young master was silent, picked up the letter, walked to the silver candle, and stared at the flames dancing in the fragrance of ink. "Xiao Lian, please play another song for me, please?"
"Life is pitiful, it only lasts for a moment, but it lasts for thousands of years. The benefits of the country are traveled all over the world, and the ancient intention is to be filial.
Of course. The pipa hates the beauty of the mountains, and the flute is cold in the red cliff. On the stream bridge, the east wind is fragrant, and I get drunk on the fishing boat."
The young master sings softly to the sound of the zither. Singing softly, the tone has the charm of having experienced the vicissitudes of life. Under the setting sun, the white sails gradually drifted away, and the glow dyed the bamboo forest red, dyed the Lijiang River red, and dyed the mandarin ducks in the clear water red.
Today, in Cuiwei Pavilion, I caress the "Phoenix Smile" again and play some crimson lips. I don't need a reason to like it!!! Just because of the feeling!