Author: Xi Murong
I am a blooming summer lotus,
How I wish,
You can see me now.
Wind and frost are not to be eroded,
The autumn rain did not fall,
The green season has left me again,
I am elegant, not worried or afraid.
Now, to be exact,
My most beautiful moment.
The heavy door was locked,
After the fragrant smile,
Who knows what I am thinking?
You don't have a chance,
Either come too early, or,
It is too late.
2. A violet
Author: Zi Rong
There was a deep echo that turned into the past, looking up,
Only the cold starlight illuminates the horizon.
There is a violet in the field.
Thinking alone under the stars and the moon.
What you can see is the ontology,
What you can recite is pink plum, a violet.
There is a hazy moonlight, and there is a classicality that the stars sink into the lotus pond.
Through the wet mud here and there, it is so beautiful.
Great meditation, veil, veil,
Strangers can't look at each other.
You can see in the shadow, and the shadow is in the water.
A lotus that looks at the sky silently.
Purple is to the night, to the sunset sky,
Although the lotus is covered with water drops, you never cry.
There is still lush green, there is still a graceful red flame,
Starting with the cold wave.
Note: (1928-), whose real name is Wang, 1955 married the poet Rohm, joined the "Blue Star" Poetry Society, and presided over the editing of the later Blue Star Poetry Magazine and Blue Star 1964. His published poetry collections include: Jade Bird Collection (1963), South of July (196 1 year), Poems of Zi Rong (1965) and Fairy Tale City (children's poems,/kloc-).
Silence is a water lily.
Author: Liu Zhanqiu
Silence is a water lily,
Facing the summer sunshine.
It's a fallen leaf in the mountains,
Fall into a bottomless abyss.
On the bottom of the sea that is always noisy,
People swimming in deep blue.
This is a sad girl's face,
Flash in front of the closed window.
This is a yellow photo.
Are the stubborn and loving eyes of the stars,
In the enthusiastic progress of the band,
A sudden pause.
Ah, silence, I love you sometimes,
You are a stronger voice,
You are a silent life.
Note: Liu Zhanqiu (1935-) is a contemporary poet. People from Wuhu City, Anhui Province. In middle school, he published poems in Progressive Youth magazine. From the late 1950s to the early 1960s, he published poems, essays, reviews, novels and reportage works in newspapers and periodicals. 1979 Join the Chinese Writers Association. Now he is the deputy editor-in-chief of Poetry magazine.
4. Waiting for you in the rain
Author: Yu Guangzhong
Waiting for you in the rain, in the rainbow rain.
The cicada sinks and the frog rises,
A pool of red lotus is like a red flame in the rain.
It doesn't matter whether you come or not, but it feels like,
Every lotus is like you.
Especially at dusk, in the drizzle,
Eternity, instant, instant, eternity.
Waiting for you outside of time,
Waiting for you in time, in an instant and in eternity.
If your hand is in my hand, at this moment,
If your pure fragrance,
In my nostrils, I would say, little lover.
No, this hand should pick lotus flowers. In Wugong,
This hand should,
Shake a handle of cinnamon pulp on Mulan boat.
A star hangs on the cornice of the science museum.
Hanging like earrings,
Swiss watch says it's seven o'clock, and suddenly you come.
Red-violet after the rain, Pianpian, you are here.
Like a poem,
From a love story, you came,
From Jiang Baishi, rhymes, there you are.
5. Forever, I will wait
Author: Yu Guangzhong
If I hear you pour out in the morning, the most beautiful,
That verb, if it died that night.
What am I afraid of? When I love,
If you can't love luxuriously, you must love sadly.
Your beauty stung me for no reason. This summer,
As long as you stretch out your arm, there will be a miraculous landing.
In the open palm, there is your landing.
In the palm of my hand, the palm of the lotus,
For example, at dusk in late summer, facing the fragrance of the pool,
Facing a quiet and spontaneous soul,
Which one, which one will promise me,
What if I call you by your nickname?
As long as there is in the pool, as long as there is in summer,
A petal of red, why did I meet you?
Lotus is the nickname of Pearl Krabs, which means Pearl Krabs.
When you think of Pearl Krabs, you will see people when you see lotus flowers.
As long as I have it in my heart, as long as I have it in my dreams,
There is also a smell that summer is dying.
That is, stubble everywhere, that is, all over the sky, immortal,
Or the soul of the lotus.
Forever, I will wait for you to separate your lips and say that verb out loud.
People who have loved are far from forgetting. Prevent injury.
Trauma is always there. My scar,
Scary red, branded lotus.