The first light rain
The first light rain in spring
Rustle into the green Woods.
I walked alone in the Woods.
My ears are full of many faint
A mysterious and beautiful voice
The green camphor leaves are breathing gently.
Young bamboo shoots emerge silently.
Countless mushrooms are like white umbrellas.
Mom once told us.
Their name is swan fungus.
Larks jump like notes.
Jump from one branch to another.
Their songs are sweet and charming.
Dewdrops glistened and slipped away.
The faint fog is like soft white gauze.
The whole nature is like a piece of music
The forest in spring is the harp of life.
They play wonderful music and poems.
Hit gently, gently
My wonderful fourteen-year-old heart
Old mill
I don't know why.
People are going to tear down that old factory.
We stood in the corner at a distance.
And silently build a heart in childhood.
Recall many winter nights.
Mom told us to go home and add clothes from here.
Recall many days of poverty.
Partners form a circle here.
Share what mom gave us.
A little warm winter rice candy
Silver rainy night
Lang Lang's voice is calling in the rain.
I can't tell which child's face it is.
On a silver rainy night
He shouted.
Call another partner in the rain at night
Walk into his little umbrella.
What a beautiful voice
Like a song that cuts through the night sky
The sound came suddenly on a rainy night.
Warmer than singing.
I can't see how two hearts are together.
How do two little shadows stand side by side?
Walk step by step along the muddy path.
I just think that middle school student's voice is so beautiful.
Like beautiful lilacs.
Spring swaying in the rain ...
Grandpa's winter
Winter is a quiet season.
Grandpa always sits by the wall alone in winter.
keep silence
Gentle hands holding sunshine.
Touching his walnut-old face
Like a kind mother
Touch a beloved child
Winter is the season of snow.
Snowflakes are like mysterious white butterflies.
There are many voices from distant heaven.
My grandfather is on a quiet snowy night.
Tell the story of his childhood.
He is as happy as a child.
My heart is full of infinite warmth.
It's like we're on a sad day.
Suddenly remembered the spring outing.
Actually, no one knows.
What's Grandpa thinking in winter?
But his story tells me.
He left his childhood and hometown.
Very, very far away ...
Country alma mater
Who will listen to your gentle whisper?
When the rosy sunset sets.
Who will share your happiness and noise?
When the crystal leaves are dewy, there will be faint white smoke.
Children's laughter, Long song of the wild goose.
Reweave your glorious morning. ...
Ah, everything wants to stay here
When you raised us.
I just want to take a flute.
And an honest and enthusiastic heart forever.
Go to distant song for you. ...
Well, I want to take everything away again.
With the fragrance of Shan Ye around you.
Every meadow and forest of yours.
Every day you call our morning bell and evening bell.
And that shiny tin foil
The imaginary white clouds rose slowly from the distant mountains. ...