Facing the Sea With Spring Blossoms
lake
From tomorrow on, I want to be a happy person;
Comb hair, chop wood and travel around the world.
From tomorrow on, I will care about food and vegetables.
Living in a house facing the sea, spring is blooming.
From tomorrow on, write to everyone I love.
Tell them my happiness,
What did the lightning of happiness tell me,
I will distribute it to each of them.
Give every river and mountain a warm name.
Stranger, I will also wish you happiness.
I wish you a bright future!
May you lovers get married!
May you be happy on earth.
I only want to face the sea and spring blossoms.
far and near
Gu Cheng
you
Look back at me.
Look back at the clouds.
I think
You looked at me from a distance.
You observe the clouds up close.
Believe in the future
forefinger
When cobwebs mercilessly sealed my stove.
When the smoke of ashes sighs the sorrow of poverty
I still stubbornly smooth away the ashes of disappointment.
Write with beautiful snowflakes: believe in the future.
When my purple grapes turn into dew in late autumn
When my flowers snuggle up to other people's feelings
I still stubbornly use frosted vines.
Write on the desolate land: believe in the future.
I want to use my fingers to stir the waves that rush to the horizon.
I want to hold the sun in my hand.
The warm and beautiful pen flickers with the dawn.
Write with a child's pen: believe in the future.
I believe in the future.
Yes, I believe that people's eyes in the future
She brushed away the eyelashes of history.
She has a student who can read through the years.
No matter what people think of our rotting bodies.
Those lost blues, the pain of failure.
It was tears of emotion and deep sympathy.
Or give a contemptuous smile and bitter ridicule?
I firmly believe that people are interested in our spine.
Countless explorations, lost ways, failures and successes.
I will definitely give a warm, objective and fair evaluation.
Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their comments.
Friends, believe in the future.
Believe in indomitable efforts
Young people who believe in overcoming death.
Believe in the future and love life.
the goddess peak
Shu Ting
Wave to you in colorful flower handkerchiefs
Whose hand suddenly retracted?
Cover your eyes tightly.
When people disperse, who
Still standing at the stern
Skirts are flying like turbulent clouds.
Tao Jiang
Speak louder.
Lower your voice.
Beautiful dreams leave beautiful wounds.
Generation after generation.
However, the heart
Can it really turn into stone?
Because cranes are looking forward to the distant sky.
I missed it countless times.
Along the river bank
The torrent of Jin Ju and Ligustrum lucidum
Is inciting new betrayal.
Instead of being exhibited on a cliff for thousands of years.
Why not cry on your lover's shoulder all night?
Red sailboat
North Island
There are ruins everywhere.
Road, how to extend from the foot?
Street lamp sliding into pupil
Get out, it's not a star.
I don't want to comfort you.
On the trembling maple leaf
Full of lies about spring.
Tropical sunbird
Didn't fall on our tree.
And the forest fire behind it
It's just a dusty dusk.
If the earth is frozen,
Let's face the warm current
Sail to the sea
If coral reefs are our future image,
Let's face the sea
Near sunset
No, eager to burn
Is the desire to turn to ashes.
We just want to sail quietly.
You have long hair that floats.
I have arms, straight.
homesickness
Yu Guangzhong
In childhood
Homesickness is a small stamp.
I'm at this end
Mom is over there.
When I grow up
Homesickness is a narrow ticket.
I'm at this end
The bride is over there.
We'll talk about it later.
Homesickness is a low grave.
I am outside
Mom, it's in there.
But now
Homesickness is a shallow strait.
I'm at this end
The mainland is over there
In the mirror.
Zhang Zao
As long as you remember the things you regret in your life.
Plum blossoms have fallen.
Like watching her swim across the river.
Like climbing a pine ladder.
Dangerous things are beautiful.
Why don't you watch her ride back?
Warm cheeks
Shame. Bow your head and answer the emperor.
A mirror is always waiting for her.
Let her sit in the mirror where she often sits.
Looking out of the window, as long as I think of things I regret in my life.
Plum blossoms fall in the south mountain.
Looking up at the stars in Hargil
Xichuan
There is a mystery that you can't control.
You can only be a bystander.
Let the mysterious power.
Send a signal from a distance
Let the light pass through your heart.
Like tonight, in Hargil.
In this desolate place far from the city
On the Tibetan Plateau
Next to a train station the size of a broad bean
I look up at the stars.
The couple are silent and have thin wings.
The grass grows wildly to the stars.
The horse forgot to fly.
The wind blows the empty night, blowing me.
The wind blows the future and the past.
I became a person, a room.
A hut with an oil lamp burning.
The cold roof of this hut.
Stepped into the altar by billions of feet of stars
I'm like a child taking communion.
Enlarge courage, but hold your breath.
The tender part
HanDong
I live a lonely country life.
It constitutes a gentle part of my life.
Whenever boredom comes,
There will be a gust of wind to save me.
At least I'm not that ignorant.
I know the origin of food.
See how I can be poor to the end.
And can experience happiness from it.
And the habit of leaving early and returning late.
It will be as easy as a hoe.
It's just that I can't harvest anything anymore
Can't repeat every tiny action.
There's always some real sadness here.
Like farmers crying for their crops.
quiet
Ouyang He Jiang
Standing under the oak tree in winter, I stopped singing
The sky covered with oak trees suddenly fell like a heavy snow overnight.
It snowed all night and stopped in the morning.
The dark horse that once sang didn't come back.
Dark horse's eyes are black.
The empty grassland in the eyes of the dark horse is full of tears.
The years have come to an end.
The strong wind blew the dark horse into the sky.
The strong wind blew the bones into the fruit.
The oak tree in the strong wind will be uprooted.