Category: Pi Laosi's Modern Poetry
Listen,
On the cliff,
In the cracks,
Shan Ye,
In the park.
In Chidu,
In the mountain city,
Your rough figure can be seen everywhere.
Li Jue,
Your name
Indulge in the beautiful scenery of this city.
Although your flowers are not fragrant and your leaves are not beautiful,
But you have great courage,
You draw, you accept, you keep.
The city will have the height of a mountain!
This city will stand like a mountain!
Chongqing's hot pot smells good in Wan Li.
The beauty of mountain city is famous all over the country.
You don't argue, don't rob,
You're not jealous,
Just silently guarding the city.
Listen,
In the morning breeze,
How many vigorous steps,
How many graceful figures.
Listen,
Under the scorching sun,
How many Chuanjiang songs,
How many dragon gate arrays are there?
Mom and Huang Jue Wen Shu/Sima Xue Jian
Mom's eyes are getting old.
You can't see the new green when you are old.
I can't see the sunset.
She just looks at the fork in the road every day.
Watch, a kind of care.
I want to cry.
The calendar turns over my tears page by page.
Finally, when I can't cry.
I saw the fog in my mother's eyes.
It turned out that she was watching her son happy.
Just like the cotinus coggygria tree around you.
flourishing
I dare not look into your muddy eyes.
I am like a wandering ronin.
I looked at you not far away guiltily.
Look at your lonely watch
Li is getting straighter and straighter.
Your waist is bent.
I gave you all the leaves on the plum tree.
Your rickets
It precipitated my mind.
I want to be a leaf.
Grow on your bent back
I hope I can help you.