"Stars"
三二
The thorns of roses,
are the hatred of those who climb them.
It is her own comfort.
三三
Mother!
Put aside your sorrow,
Let me indulge in your arms,
Only you are the settlement of my soul.
Bing Xin’s modern poetry
三四
It is not the rolling waves that create a new land,
p>But it is tiny sand beneath it.
三五
Thousands of angels,
will rise up to sing praises to the little children;
Little children!
His small body contains a great soul.
Sanliu
The sun penetrated into the stone gap,
and said to the tiny thorn fruit:
"Lend my strength Just stick out your head,
liberate your imprisoned self!"
The trunk of the tree has come out,
a solid rock,
Cracked in half.
Sanqi
Artist!
You and the world,
Are we forever separated by a layer of mist of light?
March 8
On the well fence,
Listen to the gurgling river at the foot of the mountain -
The steep sky wind,
Blowing my hair;
The sky - the ground,
When I turned around, a few more lights were added,
They were stars,
Or a lamp?
Sanjiu
Where I first woke up from the dream,
in the piles of cloud quilts at the foot of the mountain,
I glimpsed the light of her.
Oh morning sun!
I feel sorry for you when I say goodbye
How can I see you again now?
Four ○
My friend!
Don’t trust me easily.
I will cause you endless troubles.
I Just a weak person driven by thoughts!
April 1
The night is already deep
My heart is about to open——
A wandering traveler,
the God of thought,
is coming unexpectedly.
Four Two
Clouds are in the sky,
People are on the ground——
Thoughts are imprisoned by facts,
It is the source of all pain.
Four Three
Truth,
in the silence of babies,
not in the debates of smart people.
Four Four
Of course!
Please allow me to ask just one question,
A solemn word:
"Have I not misunderstood you?"
Four and Five
The flowers of speech
bloom bigger and bigger,
< p>The fruits of actionsthe smaller they are.
四六
The candle on the pine branch,
keep shining!
Repeated tune,
< p>Just play one more tune!Waiting,
My brother who is far away from me,
is coming to the door from the darkness.
四七
Childhood friend:
Hai waves,
Mountain shadows,
Brilliant The sunset,
The tragic trumpet;
Are we estranged now?