Form: Poetry and Prose Relay
Topic: Deng Han, come on.
Participation: Yang Luoxian,, Folk Songs,,, He Lang,, Zhang Jinning,,,, Yang, Liu.
Requirements: Write one sentence (no more than 30 words), 12 sentences, and * * * write 4 sections in sequence.
( 1)
I am a tree held high in the cold, standing upright in the rustling wind and refusing to bow my head.
Although Leng Xue is so cold, although the howling cold wind still passes by, I stand tall.
It is snowing in the cold north, but camellias in the south are in full bloom in the north wind.
I dreamed that bees, butterflies and frogs were surrounded by the angel's green clothes, and their lips were slightly open. I am eager to tell the story of spring.
I'm Aosong, and Ling2 han2 is not afraid! Even if it is ice and snow, it is still indomitable!
The night wind is cold, and I long for a pair of hands to warm my face and ease my pain with warmth.
Borrow a thin lake to prop up the boat of life and find a red plum tree, which is worth a year's cold.
I have stepped into spring countless times in my dreams. The taste of spring is completely different from that of this disinfectant.
My love, my child, my friend, I want to hold your hand regardless, even if I use all my strength.
In spring, swallows will find a good family accurately. I just want to take care of a cozy nest.
Time is too short, silk. I just want to pinch those thin silk threads and continue to embroider warm textures.
I'm not afraid of cold and freezing. I just want to fly around the mother river in the warm winter.
(2)
Winter goes and spring comes. If silent time can't gather energy, I'd rather not have this winter.
However, winter is there, and there is no room for hesitation and retreat.
Keep your eyes on the front In the blue waves, you must not sink. Hold the rudder tightly and break the waves.
Things have changed, and my mission is to break the cocoon and be reborn. Don't cry, my daughter, even mother phoenix wants to try.
No one can replace pain. I stand on the hibiscus like a fragile dragonfly, strong and firm, and there is still coolness in summer!
Time flies, I want to break away from the imprisonment of darkness and take a step towards dawn.
I want to draw blue sky and white clouds with thin strokes, as well as wind feathers, and try to flap my wings.
If possible, I'd rather run and shout alone than lie alone in a cold hospital bed.
But my world is full of darkness and my hands and wings are so weak.
Please don't frighten me with the thunder in winter. My daughter's red makeup is waiting for me to cut, and I also want to teach her to be a polite wife.
Crossing the dark river bottom of life, all the dusty flowers on the earth are victims of fate, only before dawn, holding a ray of light in the core.
The alternation of day and night, the cycle of the sun and the moon, the pulse of sleep, still beating yesterday's memory and tomorrow's dream.
(3)
Pray for peace, I want to disturb the image of a poem and let the thin river wake me up immediately.
I want to open my deep sleep, enjoy the coming spring dawn, open my weak arms and embrace the sunshine I once loved!
Take a sip of the lake with both hands, be clear-headed, and remember that family ties should be cooked in a pot without lights.
I want to borrow Guan Yu's spear, fly in the air and come back to sing a song: We are children of Lijiang River.
The injured swallow will not be afraid of the cold wind in winter, there will still be a round flying by, and I will hug it in spring!
With my hands folded, I quietly came to the Buddha in my dream and prayed devoutly.
I don't want to release the paradise one step away prematurely. I am infatuated with the world of mortals and the warmth of holding your hand.
I am fascinated by the wind, fell in love with the warm sun, and now I just want to be the darling of nature.
I used to work in salons, clubs and platforms. I wore a graceful cheongsam, which was very charming.
Now, in the fields I am familiar with, frogs, insects and snakes, are they hibernating like me?
The sun is shining, expecting everything to wake me up gently. I want to be a woman who walks on the earth in a cloth, like a blade of grass, to meet the next rain or frost and snow.
Who is praying? Who is blessing? Who is whispering? who is calling? My tears suddenly fell into my heart.
(4)
Call for spring, in the turbulent spring tide, I want to be a brilliant spring.
Calling for sunshine, I want to bloom into the most beautiful bunch in spring under the sunshine like gold particles.
At dawn, you should wake up your husband and urge the children to hurry up and not sleep.
Forty-five rings, a wonderful life has just begun. I would like to be a new local poet, wearing cheongsam on the blurred river.
Cicada, injured in the forest, still guards a shade! It forgot the pain, forgot yesterday, and waited for the sunshine!
If love can work miracles, I can walk the line and live poetically.
Tonight, I collect a little throb, and I try to light the lamp of life for myself. Tomorrow, I want to accompany you to see the warm sun in winter.
Love has spread in more people's hearts, been called for countless times, shed countless tears in my heart, and hurt in the depths of my soul, but I choose to be strong.
In the depths of darkness, I heard the poet chanting, like a spring breeze to repair my damaged tendon, like a spring thunder to awaken my sleeping soul.
If this deep sleep is a step towards spring, I would like to open my eyes as soon as possible and see your smiling faces like flowers.
The light is flashing and the light is sinking. Cicada disappeared in the branches, and the clouds at dusk smoothed out the blue of the lake. I will come back from a drop of blue and use a small mirror to reflect everything I cherish.
I want to wake up, I want to wake up! ! I want to wake up! ! ! I shouted to myself: Deng Han, come on!
Postscript:
Deng Han, female, also known as Teresa Teng, pen name Chen Han. Loving mother, excellent environmental volunteer, lecturer in wildlife class. She is also a poet, who has written many happy poems for flowers, birds and cordyceps in nature. In the middle of June this year, 165438+ 10, she was lying in the county people's hospital because of a sudden serious illness. She hasn't been awake since June. 1 16.
Up to now, Ningxiang County Environmental Volunteers Association, County Poetry and Prose Association, County Writers Association, Chudi Poetry Group, Changsha Wildlife Conservation Association, Changsha I Love Mother River Public Welfare Organization, County CPPCC and other social caring people are all conveying great love and praying for her!
We believe that the world has its own true feelings, please forward them to more caring people to help a lady with skull defect after craniotomy!