The scenery holds the initial heart and asks the sun for instructions.
I have asked about the moon and visited many planets.
The river ran forward and sweated a lot.
Every flower blooms as scheduled, and every leaf spares no effort to smile.
Raise green and climb over countless sorrows.
■ Construction workers
With hands as sharp as emery cloth, turn the sky
Use scaffolding and tie it to the clouds around you.
The screw has been tightened for a lifetime, and the safety net can't hold up the initial pleasure.
The persistence of reinforced concrete has cast the seat of the past.
Aging memories.
■ Monkeys break glutinous rice
If I hadn't forgotten to bring my basket.
I won't. I put it down the next day.
I'll break it another day and have to let go.
I will put all the days in the basket until the basket is full.
All I know is that life is like a mountain and I can't go home.
■ Broken walls
You're not. bodhidharma faces the stone wall.
But in the game of breaking the wall, I spent half my life in a flash.
You are not a monsoon with five breasts.
However, I have been brewing diligently all my life.
Buddhist Zen in my heart
■ misty rain Jiangnan
In the misty rain, play an oil-paper umbrella.
The past, like yellow leaves, falls on the stone bridge.
Looking back, it was serialized.
As soon as I turned around, I traveled to the west and didn't want to see it again.
■ Dedicated to Chanel No.5 Middle School
Read a flower fragrance in spring,
The breeze passed by with a smile,
The drizzle leaves gently,
Only time will never forget. ...
■ Where is happiness?
One day, when misfortune knocks on my door,
I suddenly found that the happiness that was around me,
By this time, she had broken into houses,
Leave gently ...
■ Garbage basket
Nobody wants it,
I want it, so I have a place to use it;
What others don't do,
Yes, so,
I did it.
■ Dust
For a long time, I was dormant underground.
Unwilling to be trampled by countless steps
Just wait for a gust of wind to take off.
Galloping the world
■ a lifetime
-To my father.
"Spring Flowers and Autumn Moon" has been read by you as a century-old classic.
Although love is ancient, it is only a common occurrence.
Life is as long as a dream of red mansions and as short as Tang poems.
Your youth continues to shine on the faces of your children and grandchildren.
Happiness will turn into grass and grow in front of your grave
■ I am a hot summer.
I am hot in summer and you are cold in winter.
What separates us is the dream of spring and Qiu Meng.
Maybe with a turn for the better, we can meet again in spring.
Maybe once we turn around, we can embrace each other in autumn.
■ Noble love
Introduction: In 1950s, Liu Guojiang, a 20-year-old farmer from Zhongshan Ancient Town, Jiangjin, Chongqing, fell in love with Xu Chaoqing, who was 10 years older than him. In order to avoid the gossip of the world, they eloped to the depths of the forest hand in hand. In order to make Xu Chaoqing travel safely, Liu Guojiang has been busy digging stone stairs leading to the outside world on cliffs all his life, and now there are more than 6,000 steps, which is called "aristocratic love". On June 5438+February 65438+August 2007, Liu Guojiang, the male owner, passed away. 20121021:58 Xu Chaoqing passed away on October 30th. In ancient times, I was not moved by great true love, so I wrote this poem in memory of them.
Just the two of us, together for life,
On the edge of six thousand stone steps, there is no loneliness, only love is flourishing.
Just to be able to climb the peak that rumors can't drown.
Countless times, hammer after hammer, knocking down at dusk and dawn, climbing stairs.
Not only the ladder of love, but also your extraordinary loyalty.
■ Keep a dog
I have had many dogs in my life.
Fairy tales, myths, foxes, immortals, gods and demons are all dead, success and failure, joy and sorrow.
Often lost, often come back. I have never experienced despair, and now I am accompanied by pessimism and calmness.
I also know that in the end, I can't keep any of them. Of course, this ambition
From beginning to end, it will definitely accompany me all my life.
■ See through at a glance
The stream saw through the world at a glance.
Swimming fish is very complicated.
Fame, affection and love have all grown into aquatic plants.
The water is tearing at the clouds, chasing the wind and moving forward.
Only the coast has been waiting.
■ Pick up every day
Every day, the bowl is full of hope.
Going out every day is still a dream.
Open your mouth every day and chew the years.
It's still vicissitudes to pick up a pen and write every day.
■ Full of lofty sentiments
breathe
Xia Guang will be full of pride.
Close your eyes.
Sentences grow wings and fly into the air.
Zhanghua of Poetry
■ peddle
Frequent shouting has grown wings.
Through every dynasty sitting on the bookshelf
A slightly tired smile swept the wintersweet and snowflakes in the middle of the mountain.
On the windowsill covered with years, I saw that voice.
Half young and half old.
■ protagonist
The mobile phone suddenly shouted, and Miss Jie invited.
Take Jun, bring enchanting flowers in spring.
Without the company of spring, maybe autumn is better.
Let's go, in the story of love, in the legend of family.
We are all protagonists.
■ Life is a series of numbers, and so is the universe.
-At the invitation of the invincible brother Xun Bing.
Life is a series of numbers, and so is the universe.
Time is a steelyard, and history is also a steelyard.
Does life have weight? Do pain and happiness have weight? Put it in.
On the scale of time and history, just say it.
■ Know your father.
Pick up that cup of bitter life
After drinking in the animal year, my father became two people.
One walked into my body and let go of the vicissitudes of life; One returned to the country.
Said he was tired and wanted to lie down and rest. When I finally got to know my father
But he can't sleep
■ Pink lasting
Persistence of pink
It's not Mei, but it's posted outside the broken bridge on the side.
Out of the loneliness of Lu you for thousands of years, you can't walk out of the constant trek.
Where I pass by, who are you waiting for? Who are you burning?
Confusion that can never be eliminated
■ The sun is a deck of cards.
The sun is a deck of cards.
Some people can't remember 10 thousand,
Most people can get 20 thousand
There are very few people who can get 36.5 thousand, and it really doesn't matter how much.
The important thing is, can you play the hand beautifully?
■ It's all water
A stream flows quietly among the low rocks.
After several hot and cold times, Gao Yun admitted that he was another self.
■ Great World
You put my black and white horizon with your body.
Pinch and bend at a certain point to form a dark distant mountain.
At that time, you turned and waved to me, and I had become
Embrace the other side of the waves
■ empty city plan
The greatness of bronze statue
Outside the rough bronze statue
Just as the beauty of poetry is not limited to words.
Every word, every sentence is just an idea.
Departure inn
■ The waist of the mountain
Peak disdain eyes, nowhere to put.
The sight of admiration cannot be treasured.
The flying water turned into clouds.
The jumping water turned into a waterfall.
■ conform to
A mountain that sits like a teacher.
A tree standing like a friend.
Birds chased by bullets and flying stones
Fish lured by hooks and nets
■ Zero size
Stabbed by mountains and water again and again
I have evolved into a growing five-dimensional space-time.
If the wind is banished to a far place by the season, if it is far away.
In the distance, tired birds.
Just about to fly back to his nest.
■ Unique
Minecraft;?my?world
Time is caught in a cup of trouble.
A world without me
The stars stopped breathing.
■ Meteorite thief
The sound of thor's hammer stationed
This time, I chose to go out at night.
Sofa is a battlefield, one voice kills two thieves.
In this war, the thief is not a disaster, but a panic bag.
Eternal glory
■ Old
The wind in the sky is warm, and it travels violently.
From the left, from the right, from the past, from the back.
From top to bottom, from far to near, from outside to inside.
First occupy the hair, flesh and blood, then take down the bones and muscles, and finally strangle.
Is the soul unwilling to fail?
■ Hunting
I didn't guard against a knife and was cut off.
A bamboo fell according to the trajectory of fate.
In the process of nirvana rebirth, there is no lack of pain in cutting.
Flying, starting from the end of a force, makes the earth give up the barrier.
Blood and laughter, two flowers bloom from afar.
■ Cloud
Walking in the blue sky one by one.
I am so tired that I want to stop and listen to the stars sing a song.
The wind came and raised his whip.
It turns out that the vast sky has nowhere to put it.
A little freedom
■ Science fiction
The Last Man on Earth
Soak a handful of loneliness in a cup of tea
Laugh at the south window, spring with cuckoo.
Whoever knocks gently at the door will open it by himself.
Let the world in
■ seeds
Dispersed into the world by God.
Drift with the wind to my motherland.
Can't carry soil or water.
You can't choose the season, only in the grass body.
Keep the heart of a towering tree all your life.
■ Why don't I dare to be old?
Just because there is one day every year.
Slip out for 365 days
With my mother, wait by the side of the road where I work.
Standing as an old tree for more than half a century, holding a freshly cooked one in his hand.
My two big white and smooth tears.
■ drunk and dry.
Drunk in a cup.
Although, no matter how hard you practice glass, you can't become a jar of wine.
But it is not difficult to pour a cup of sea, and it is not difficult to pour a cup of Jiangshan beauty.
This is glass. Qin, Han, Jin, Southern Dynasties, Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties, please help me fill it out.
Brother, countless romantic figures are in this glass of wine.
■ Yangliuyiyi
Standing in the depths of the Book of Songs, waving.
Next to Weicheng Guest House, there stood a farewell party who drank together.
The green homesickness that was once blown from the flute.
Baqiao Bridge was picked and the platform was folded. Behind this is the planner of the spring breeze.
A thousand years later, I am no longer curled up on the roadside, and you are no longer far away on the road.
■ Who is responsible?
How long can pigs, horses, cows, sheep, chickens, ducks and fish live? The knife is in charge.
How long the house can last depends on the demolition team.
Whether the swallow's nest can be built depends on a bamboo pole that suddenly approaches.
The fate of the Millennium ginkgo tree in the village head, lightning and thunder.
Responsible for that earth-shattering meeting.
■ Become thin and cool.
I don't care if the lotus stands high and looks down.
I would like to be a clear lake with the sun and the moon in my arms.
Hold it carefully and hold all the enchanting things just right.
Grazing your own waves will not be muddied by the wind.
Those lowlands blocked the clean sludge.
■ My world has gained a foothold in China.
My world has gained a foothold in China.
My China is rooted in Henan.
I went out of Zhoukou's house in Henan.
A thick hair curled up at the corner of my mouth.
Don't take the Hosta of Shaying River.
■ The feeling of hearing the People's Air Force flying around the island of the motherland.
The fleet that took off from Tang poetry and Song poetry is the arm of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River.
The sky full of homesickness written by Yu Guangzhong was finally embraced by his mother.
On the continent where the Five Mountains sit, the eager eyes of 56 nationalities are growing, and Alishan is in the waves.
It is treasured in China's genealogy. Eagle wing, please bring back a group of palaces and buses for me.
Let me listen to the heartbeat of every spray in the sea.
■ Watch the video of killing pigs.
The big white pig is only addicted to one hand.
A moderate itch scratching on the ass.
But ignore another person quietly raised his head machete, lightning flashed.
A cavity of blood spurted out like a machine gun bullet, and the pig head fell to the ground.
It's too late to think of yourself as a human head.
■ The sun walks alone in the sky.
All the eyes in the world will light you up together.
Holding the fire, reflecting everything, burning so thoroughly.
Because of you, clouds are not allowed to hide a little light.
The sky will be clear.
■ Magnolia grandiflora
Swarms of butterflies
Ren Feng Chun can't get rid of it.
Stand on the branch with a lifetime of white love.
I know the leaves are green, so I hurried on my way.
Think about the way to say goodbye early, don't fade away.
As long as the flight is elegant
■ Trees fallen in the autumn wind
Wind, rain, frost and snow come in turn.
Bit by bit, take away all the green.
In the end, not even a yellow leaf was left.
Snowflakes drift by, naked, without a trace of concern.
The cold wind roared, and there was no applause in midsummer.
■ A flower magpie
Use tile eaves as a pulpit
Quack quack, announced a phone call.
Perception of the world, and then
Just flew away and put himself
Buried in time
■ Demolished villages
Bypass this beautiful landscape photo.
I saw many low tile houses.
Like sheep, they were driven out of the field
Marching towards the city in exile.
■ Under the privet tree
Pick up the time of falling.
Look at the year carefully
Reading Qian Shan Wanshui in the veins of leaves
Look up, a tree looks at me.
I can't believe it's all like you.
■ the sun
No life, no death, no happiness and no worries.
No pain, no fear, no fear.
Only the day and night of reincarnation.
There are often dark clouds carried by rain and snow.
Spread boredom all over the world
■ Mourn the first sacrificial tooth
A mountain, climbing to the height of 54 years.
You fell into the gate of the fifteenth day of the first month.
In the revolutionary ranks, you will always overcome difficulties.
In this life, that time and space, you are the only one for me
Tomorrow is hard, but who will chew it?
■ Leave blank
Go out with one mouth open.
Be a pioneer by relying on your heart and brain.
Sentences are like guns and words are like bullets.
Blank is the seat frame
■ The back of the mirror
You are a tear that suddenly falls into the wasteland.
Without you around, I can't see the vicissitudes of my face.
Your long-haired back fills my river again and again.
Another Mid-Autumn Festival, when you slip through your fingers.
Will fate turn over?
■ Residual snow
Can't keep the north wind, can't rely on the cold.
If you can't see the shadow of the sun.
Overwhelming a dust, keep three points cold and cheerless.
Looking forward to, with the cold soul boil out the warmth of spring.
One by one, drink up your pain.
■ I have never walked out of the forest of fairy tales in my life.
The monument in the square is the only road sign left by 5000 years of history.
Rotten in a bowl of porridge, green radish shakes distant smoke in the wind.
My parents came through the boiling ceremony in the square. Many years later, a piece of chalk followed the hammer to find the future.
A hair is walking on your sideburns, and snowflakes are floating, holding my hand.
I have never walked out of the forest of fairy tales in my life.
■ Feelings before New Year's Day
The rain in midsummer is like a rope that connects mountains and rivers.
Winter snow is like money, buy out the old scenery.
There is nothing important in the world, but there is calmness at your feet.
The sun and the moon are brilliant, without missing a curtain.
■ After the meteor
Another meteor, making every effort to turn itself into a sword.
Even if it melts completely at night, it should be deeply inserted into the endless darkness.
On the sea, the waves are singing and pushing out the wheels of the new moon.
Holding hands, the monkeys continued to salvage their whole lives in the water.
The pointer slowly waved the scissors, and now it broke the autumn wind.
■ Brothers and sisters
Holding hands accustomed to vicissitudes of life, I cultivated six pairs of fences.
A pair of plates and a pile are all planted in the windy year.
Who brushed away the clouds and let the stars picked by erysipelas return to the night sky?
Who cultivated singing into an island to resist the swelling and pain of life?
Who lifted the night and relaxed my dream?
■ Urban Three High Diseases
A group of buildings have encroached on many fields.
The country that plunders the clouds is fat in the city.
Red pain oozes from time to time after the blood vessels made of asphalt road are blocked.
A lump of iron and blood with rubber wheels can't escape the sadness of the other side.
I want to be a star in the night sky.
■ a lifetime
Pain and dreams have always been on the road, so we should recruit words in our memory.
A poem is waiting in the south window, with long hair floating in the wind.
■ Self-made fly repellent
Open your mouth in a plastic bag, drink three pounds of water and swallow five coins.
Climb the threshold of the kitchen, ready to stop the invading flies.
Flies dare not invade, and pots and pans stage a happy pantomime.
Two days later, the flies were still raging and a gust of wind blew.
Took away a group of phantoms.
■ White sail
Under the waves, there was an ambush on the reef.
On the other hand, I waited for many years in loneliness.
Two winds and waves will turn against each other at any time.
On rainy days, seagulls hurt a ray of sight. who is it?
Drive away the storm, please come out of the blue.
■ amorous feelings
Spring is a pianist, playing the tenderness when you snuggle up to the willow tip.
Summer is a melting pot, from which you are a flame.
Autumn will attract you and embrace the magnificence of red leaves all over the mountain.
Winter has forged you into a cold man with a big hand like a blacksmith.
Who grazes the four seasons and feeds the rain and snow wandering to the door?
■ Guan Wen
There are a lot of sentences in a book.
Holding history, climb up bloody from the ruins of words.
Cigarettes in hand, the new era has passed.
When the teacup is seated, a dynasty collapses on a page in an instant.
■ both ends
A baby let out the first cry and boldly put it in.
In those tired ears on the delivery bed
An old man gave him his last heartbeat and tried to implant it.
The pulse of all relatives around you
■ sea view
Splash's mouth bit the boatwas.
The sea water squeezed into the cabin.
The rough years finally can't escape the sinking.
The island surrounded by the sound of the waves protrudes from the hard rock.
Grab the struggling hand
■ Blood flows in blood vessels with great due diligence.
Bones obey God's command. Take your positions.
Blood flows in the blood vessels very obediently.
Eyes, nose, tongue, body, heart, liver, spleen, lung and kidney all perform their duties.
The body is also closely United around the bone step by step.
Only one foot is thinking about how to leave footprints.
■ Read the smile on your face
One and a half-year-old adults sweep the floor.
Be sure to have a broom and dustpan, or you will cry if you don't give it.
When I finally arrived, I smiled with happiness in my eyes and eyebrows.
Every time a poem with a pen name squeezes into the poetry weekly.
If you miss the smile on your face, you will visit my face.
■ Dream
That day, it was mature.
The night before dawn is thick melon skin, and the morning glow is bright red melon pulp.
Chatting with you vaguely, as close as brothers, a pot of tea is brewing a topic of people's livelihood.
On the parting wall, who painted these three mountains? They are very magnificent.
You said, it's been too long, and you're considering changing it.
■ White and black
After planting a large number of blue plants,
The cloud began to change its face.
Only the sun carries a bucket of fire to feed a day.
The stars hold the chorus of the moon with endless silence.
Brew night after night
■ Every day
On the doorknob, it fell all morning.
The night spent a day holding the moon and stars and bid farewell to hatred and depression.
The sun leads the day into the house, love and hope.
In every heart, build a nest
■ Absence
A 60-year-old woman was ill in hospital with only a three-year-old granddaughter.
Her husband died three years ago and she has two married sons.
The eldest son arranged for his three children, and the couple went to demolish the ruins and collect junk, and didn't come back until midnight every day.
The youngest son works and buys a house in Jiangsu. The couple worked hard to pay the mortgage, two children, and the older one went to school.
Only the little one, who didn't work or go to school, stayed in grandma's hospital bed.
■ Pension
80 yuan, 60-year-old Tian, 60-year-old cholecystitis.
5,000 yuan, supporting the 88-year-old finance minister and the 88-year-old hemiplegia.
More than 2000 yuan, 79-year-old machine sound and 79-year-old facial paralysis have all been salvaged.
At the moment, they are tied to the same ward by infusion bag or bottle, in that tied posture.
This seems to make no difference.
■ Knock when the world is sick.
Words are hidden in the mountains.
Practice words, then practice sentences, and apply for studying medicine.
When the world gets sick and knocks,
Sit with a good prescription.
■ Every flag is dyed red with iron and blood.
If the flag didn't fly in the wind
It shows that the blood in my heart has not yet rushed to the surging sea.
Waves lack a little iron, and true love rises like a reef.
Wait until you can't hold the palm of your hand for a few years, and then look at those two deadly battles.
Tempered into a sunset that washed away lead with half a life of wind and rain
■ Logical problems
Persimmons are sweet when they are ripe, but astringent when they are not ripe.
After success is happy, before success is difficult.
The car that broke down halfway started to go.
Of course not as good as a new bike.
Not a good mouth, but a good brain.
Because the sun is lonely, the world is so beautiful.
If the sun lives in groups, I wonder what kind of suffering the world will suffer.
The best wish is to get what you want, if life really
What's the point of life when you think about things?
There is an ocean in tears.
In a smile, the garden is full of flowers.
■ Written in early spring
I see spring, covered with snow.
On the ground out of sight of the sun.
Hug tightly and kiss warmly.
She knows that only with sincere love can she survive the winter.
Close your eyes slowly.
■ Come and go
Mother tore open the door of the world for you with pain.
There is no impurity in your crying, like a stream flowing down from a mountain.
A cavity of blood, all watered by the sorrow of the world.
How many tears will there be when the wind blows away?
Turn into a rustling piece of wood.