It was all written by Ai Qing. ...
Pond in winter
Ponds in winter,
Lonely as an old man's heart—
A painstaking effort that has experienced the world;
Ponds in winter,
As dry as an old man's eyes—
Worn by hard work;
Ponds in winter,
As barren as an old man's hair—
Hair is as thin and gray as frost grass.
Ponds in winter,
As gloomy as a sad old man—
An old man hunched his back under a gloomy sky.
ichthyolite
How vivid the action is,
How energetic,
Jumping in the waves,
Floating on the sea;
Unfortunately, there was a volcanic eruption.
Could be an earthquake,
You lost your freedom,
Cut into dust;
Hundreds of millions of years later,
Geological exploration team,
Found you in the rocks,
Still lifelike.
But you were silent,
Not even a sigh,
Scales and fins are intact,
But can't move;
You're absolutely still,
No response to the outside world,
Can't see the sky and water,
I can't hear the waves.
Staring at a fossil,
Even fools learn a lesson:
Without exercise,
There is no life.
To live is to fight,
March forward in the struggle,
Even in death,
Energy should also be used cleanly.
The following is Yu Guangzhong's
Yarn tent
Midsummer night when I was a child.
Naive dreams are all cut with white gauze.
Luo Zhang's dome gently tilted down.
Pore of nebula □□
Looking up is a little hypnotic.
And dream catchers are always dense.
Cann't fly into a bloodthirsty assassin
-Nightcrawler in a black shirt with a dagger.
I had to complain outside.
But I have to add moonlight and shadows.
A few timid insect calls
A wisp of Zen mosquito-repellent incense
Recruit people to sleep, meander to sleep-
open one's eyes
The crimson light is half a bed.
Looking for Li Bai
-drinking crazy songs and living empty.
Who is the hero who becomes strong and stubborn?
I still have those proud boots.
Gao Lishi raised his hand in shame and indignation, and everyone left.
Place refugees and wounded soldiers everywhere.
Practice the rhythm of Huma and Qiangdi
Leave it to Toure to lament carefully.
Since that year, he has been fascinated by Zhang Zhi.
Recognizing you as a fallen fairy makes you more pretentious.
Put a spell on a small hip flask.
Hide yourself, even your wife can't find you.
Complain that Chang' an is small and the pot is long.
In all the poems, you predicted.
It will suddenly run away, maybe tomorrow.
Only when the ship breaks the waves is the wind.
Make enemies like a forest, everyone wants to kill.
How can cirrhosis kill you?
Seven-cent wine makes the moonlight.
The remaining three points into a firm but gentle roar.
Spit it out and it will be half a prosperous Tang dynasty.
From one yuan to Tianbao, from Luoyang to Xianyang
The noise of a car riding a crown running all over the road
Not as good as a song you wrote a thousand years later.
Crystal quatrains tapped me on the forehead.
Echo caused by local bombs
Enough to degrade the world.
It would be a shame to let Yelang's mother go again.
So far, your birthplace is still a mystery.
Longxi or Shandong, Qinglian Township or Broken Leaf City?
Why don't you go back to your hometown?
Where are you drunk? You said it was not a foreign country.
Missing is the only fate of genius.
Where are you going after you die?
Wolves don't cry, and Toure advises you not to cry.
As soon as I turned around, the four windows were bare.
Seven immortals and five friends can't save you.
Kuangshan was locked in the fog and there was no way to get in.
Still pure fire, just half a grain of cinnabar.
How to chase the rosy clouds in Nie Ge's tea?
The moon in the bottle, maybe that's your hometown.
Have you been looking up at it all your life?
Whether you go out to cry west or east.
Chang 'an has fallen.
Twenty-four Wan Li's return trip
There is no need to disturb Dapeng or recruit cranes.
Throw the glass into the air.
It spins into a flying saucer
The mysterious edge flashes faster and faster.
Take you back to the legend