Pushkin's If Life Deceives You
Beyond the lyrics "No regrets in this life"
The Red Sun in Hacken Lee
Haizi's flowers bloom towards the sea.
Andersen's fairy tale "Summer Insanity" is also like a poem.
Party flag, ignite hope (recite poetry)
The hammer and sickle collided for the first time
It brings hope to this land.
before long
Although drunk, we lit a lamp to see the scenery.
Hero's blood and tears
Corroded a beautiful wish.
This is a dead land.
In the deep roadway under the mine
Can you breathe with expectant eyes?
That withered seed is from generation to generation.
Have immature hands ever sounded the sun of tomorrow?
Ah, hope, hope
The impact of a hammer and sickle
Burn that long dream
What a wonderful night it was.
Flag raising rope
Stick tightly into the flesh of your hands
Pigeons in the distant sky took away the last night.
The sun dyed us red with flags.
Ah, hope, hope
The old spinning wheel in the cave
It's still creaking.
Stone mill at the entrance of the village
Keep repeating yesterday's footsteps
A great wise man
Cracked the circle full of question marks.
We put fossilized boots
A dense forest for apes.
We walk.
We walked out of the whirlwind happily.
The flag of hula has shocked the whole world.
Ah, hope, hope
The flame of the cruiser Avril Lavigne went out.
The streets of Sarajevo were burnt down.
Shannaobian
The seeds gave birth to fleas.
Hope is the incense of prayer.
fly round and round
Hammerhead sharks and sickle sharks are hugging our land.
We harvest the sun and the morning glow
Weave one's own flag
The road we have traveled.
There is a smell of wheat.
Deep and far
The curved sweet songs are full.
We have been walking.
Ah, hope, hope
Hope (poem)
Ghost fire lasts forever.
Kiss me
Communicate through the window
The most imperceptible thing in the world
The last trace of agility
Shielded the sound
Glass blur
……
starry sky
I argued here.
flowers fall
Is it going up or down?
Or words flying in the air?
The wind is blowing.
The sound of mast shaking
The white-haired old woman walked into the darkness. ...
A dictionary of life (prose poetry)
Describe the bloodiness of men with the sentences of life, read the charm of women with the sunshine of life, and illuminate your life with the red light of life.
A beam of sunshine, open the dictionary of life, healthy words, bold poems, wandering in the Yuan Ye of life. Poetry in the sun is the seed of ideal. In the bright light, it will sprout, grow into a shining tree and bloom.
Sunshine comes and goes. The verb of life, starting from the heart, rushes out along the blood vessels and shines brightly. His idea of using a sword reveals the sharpness of the years and cuts the mask of history. Under the historical sky, poetry is like a flower, open and brilliant. The wind rises, starting from the river bank of history, all the way up to the square of life, so that the taste of life in the square is everywhere, and the green leaves on the tree of times are swaying with passionate poetry.
One night, missing is like fire, penetrating the wall of the night, gathering stars and reaching the pale heart of the world. Starlight and flame interweave, so that the poems of life shine and reach the glory we yearn for.
Another beam of sunshine is the seed of thought, planted in life, implanted in our hearts, let us stand on the stage of life, not confused. However, the pursuit of life, like the mountain road in poetry, explores the happy sky in twists and turns.
Listen, the vast mountains are calling, and there is a friendship in the echo of life, which stems from the baptism of blood and fire.
Listen, the waves of the river are talking. There is a kind of green in the color of life, which is similar to a career under the sun.
Listen, our friend is reciting, there is a word called cherish, and we don't know its preciousness until we lose it.
Poetry sounded, we boarded the ship of life and went to the garden of heaven. Flowers were full of piety and worship for us.
We went on a pilgrimage. Childhood flowers and clothes, worn on the body, are like delicate flowers, which bloom more and more brightly under the care of green leaves.
We climb. The ideal kite, with the wings of wisdom, flies into the holy land of science in the east wind of the times.
We do. With hard-working hands, tap the square of the soul, draw living water from the source, brew and harvest fragrance.
The days of blood loss are very white, as white as the background of life. Many days, I was in a trance and my memory was abnormal. After waking up, there are several white Chinese characters, which come out of the dictionary of life and cover life with an excellent white. With this white color, we can build the tree of life and draw the sky of life by picking up some true colors of life.
The light in those days was particularly bright, shining on our faces, and the flowers were particularly red.
The rain in those days was particularly heavy and fell on us, and the earth was soaked overnight.
There were a lot of things in those days, which were recorded in our hearts, and life was heavy from then on.
After many years, we all became our own burdens, and we decided to let go of ourselves and wander around with poetry.