If I love you-/I will never learn to climb the Campbell flower,/I will show off myself on your high branch;
/If I love you-/Never learn from spoony birds,/Repeat monotonous songs for the shade;
/It's not just like a fountain/It brings cool comfort all year round; /Not just like a dangerous mountain peak,
/increase your height,/set off your dignity. /even sunshine/even spring rain
No, these are not enough. I must be a kapok beside you.
/Stand with you as the image of a tree. /root, clenched in the ground;
/Leaves, lingering in the clouds. Every time a gust of wind blows, we greet each other.
But no one understands us. You have your copper branches and iron stems.
/Like a knife, like a sword, like a halberd; /I have my red flowers,/like a heavy sigh,
/Like a heroic torch/We share the cold wave and lightning;
/We * * * enjoy the misty rainbow; /seemingly separated forever, but they are dependent for life.
/This is great love,/Loyalty is here/Love/Not only your stalwart body,
/I also love your stand,/the land under your feet.
& lt believe in the future >
forefinger
When cobwebs mercilessly sealed my stove,
When the smoke of ashes sighs the sorrow of poverty,
I still stubbornly spread the ashes of disappointment,
Write with beautiful snowflakes: believe in the future.
When my purple grapes turn into dewdrops in late autumn,
When my flowers cling to other people's feelings,
I still stubbornly use frozen dead vines,
Write on the desolate land: believe in the future.
I'm going to wave the waves that rush to the horizon with my fingers,
I want to hold the sun in my hand,
The warm and beautiful pen flickers the morning light,
Write with a child's pen: believe in the future.
The reason why I believe in the future,
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 customers, the pain of failure,
These are tears of emotion, deep sympathy,
Or give a contemptuous smile, bitter ridicule.
I firmly believe that people are interested in our spine,
Countless explorations, lost roads, failures and successes,
We 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.
I don't know which direction the wind is blowing.
I don't know the wind
Which direction does it blow—
In my dream,
In the light waves of dreams.
I don't know the wind
Which direction does it blow—
In my dream,
Her tenderness, my infatuation.
I don't know the wind
Which direction does it blow—
In my dream,
Sweetness is the brilliance of dreams.
I don't know the wind
Which direction does it blow—
In my dream,
Her guilt, my sadness.
I don't know the wind
Which direction does it blow—
In my dream,
In the sadness of my dream, my heart is broken!
I don't know the wind
Which direction does it blow—
In my dream,
Darkness is the brilliance of dreams.
Li Ming's common sense
For my prayers.
Poet, get up
Please tell them.
Said that what they had been waiting for had come.
Said I came from the dew.
Has been led by the last star.
I come from the east.
Come up from the rough sea.
I will bring light to the world.
Bring warmth to mankind.
Lend you a straight mouth.
Please arouse my interest.
A man who knows that his eyes are burning with thirst
And distant cities and villages are immersed in hardships.
Invite them to welcome me.
The first pilot of the white sun, the messenger of light.
Open all the windows to welcome you.
Open all the doors to welcome you.
Please whistle to welcome you.
Please blow the horn to welcome us.
Please ask the street sweeper to sweep the street.
Please take the truck to move the garbage.
Let the workers walk in the street with broad steps.
Let the cars line up in a splendid procession across the square.
Please wake up from the wet fog.
I broke down their fence to welcome them.
Let the village women open their chickens.
Ask the farmers to pull the plowed cows out of the cowshed.
Tell them through your warm mouth.
Said I came from the other side of the mountain, the other side of the forest.
Ask them to clean up those dry fields.
And those dirty wells.
Please open the window covered with floral paper.
Please open the door with Spring Festival couplets.
Please call the woman who woke Yin Qin up.
And the boy who snores.
Ask young lovers to get up, too.
And those sleepy girls
Please wake up the sleeping mother.
And the baby next to him
Please wake everyone up.
Even the patients and midwives
Even those old people
People groaned in bed.
Even the wounded fighting for justice.
And those refugees who fled because of the collapse of their hometown.
Please wake up those unfortunate people.
I will comfort them.
Please wake up a person who loves life.
Workers, technicians and painters
Please welcome the singer with a song.
The sound of grass soaking dew
Ask the dancers to dance to welcome you.
Put on their white misty dressing gowns.
Please wake up those healthy and beautiful people.
Say I'll knock on their window at once.
Please be loyal to the poets of that era.
Bring comfort to mankind.
Ask them to prepare for the happy reception, and ask all people to prepare for the happy reception.
I will come when the rooster crows for the last time.
Ask them to look up at the sky with sincere eyes.
I will give the kindest light to all who have been waiting for me.
Please tell them at the end of the night.
Said that what they were waiting for came.
Getaiyang
In the morning, I woke up from my sleep,
I am happy to see your brilliance;
Although I was sleepy last night,
Troubled by countless nightmares.
Your fresh, gentle, bright and clean light,
Shining on the window I haven't opened for a long time,
Paint the window paper pale yellow like pollen,
Embedded in a light blue neat grid,
I was so excited that I got out of bed.
Open and close the window for a winter,
Let you put a bright tablecloth woven with all the gold thread,
Spread it on my table by the window.
So, I was surprised to see you:
This is true, there is no doubt about it.
You stand on the top of the mountain opposite,
Smile so brightly.
I look at you with my eyes open,
Eager to capture your image,
How strong, how confused, how strict!
Your light stung my pupils.
Sun, your immortal philosopher,
You bring happiness to people,
That is, let the most unlucky people see you,
I also feel your comfort in my heart.
You are a blacksmith sometimes,
A good goldsmith alive;
You cast the sun into a golden wheel, but you didn't count it.
Flying in the ancient wilderness ...
Without you, sun,
When you cut life, you will crawl in the dark.
Even with wings and arms, it can only be like a bat.
Flying in the eternal night.
I love you as people love their mothers,
You provide light and heat for my thoughts and thoughts-
Let me live with passion, let me suffer for thinking.
Until my life was taken away by death.
After a long and lonely winter,
Today, I want to go to the top of the mountain
Untie my clothes, naked,
Bathe my soul with your light ...
Lotus picking song
The boat, floating gently,
Willow swaying in the wind;
Lotus leaf, Cui Gai,
Lotus is really charming.
The sun went down,
Microwave,
Golden silk flashed across the river.
Left line,
Right parenthesis,
Lotus boat is singing.
The cymbals are half open,
Bees and butterflies, don't take it lightly,
Accompanied by green water,
Clean and dust-free,
Between streams,
Picking lotus,
Water drops slipped from the money.
Clap tightly
Pat,
The sound of oars should be answered by singing.
The lotus root has a long heart,
Shy, the bottom is deep;
No, cocoon,
Silk, pupa wrapped in the center?
Xitou
Picking lotus roots,
Girls should choose both barbarians and Jews.
The waves sink,
The waves rise,
The waves are singing.
Lianpeng has many children:
On both banks, willows,
Magpie, noisy,
Liu Hua falls in Silla.
Zhong Xi
Color shed,
There is a red glow on the temples.
Ding Feng
Wind-borne,
Wind? There is a song.
Get up, moon hook,
Yes, the weaver girl leads the cow;
Mist and water,
The cool wind drifted to the lotus boat.
Square
Clothes smell,
Dissolve into a vast expanse;
Quiet,
When I heard about it,
There is a song in the empty place.