Bian Zhilin
You stand on the bridge and watch the scenery.
The landscape observer is watching you upstairs.
The bright moon decorated your window,
You decorated other people's dreams!
Step 2 bid farewell to Cambridge
Xu zhimo
I left quietly,
When I came softly;
I waved gently,
Say goodbye to the western clouds.
Golden willow by the river,
Is the bride in the sunset;
Shadows in the waves,
Ripple in my heart.
Green grass on the soft mud,
Oily, swaying at the bottom of the water;
In the gentle waves of He Kang River,
I would like to be an aquatic plant.
A pool in the shade of a tree,
Not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky;
Crushed between floating algae,
Precipitate a rainbow-like dream.
Looking for dreams? Lift a long pole,
Back to greener grass;
Full of stars,
Play songs in a starry place.
But I can't play songs,
Quiet is a farewell flute;
Summer insects are also silent for me,
Silence is Cambridge tonight!
I left quietly,
Just as I came quietly;
I waved my sleeve,
Don't take away a cloud.
3. Bridge
Yaxian
I always like you like this.
Sit down, spread your hair, and play some music by Hampden Coyt Hampden Coit DuBose.
On the broken burdock
On the clouds in the river
Sky blue is the blue of Han Dynasty.
The tenderness of Christ, the tenderness of the past
In the distant water mill, in the singing of birds.
It's near May.
Let them shout "Long live their sorrow"
4. "single-plank bridge"
In the hall leading to dreams
A wooden bridge stands in the air.
Cross the backbone of the sea
In a prone position
Lying in the center of the ocean
Give a gentle and poetic heart.
Bring magical power and take a step.
A crucial step
Go to the end of the wooden bridge
Watch the ebb and flow of the tide and listen to the waves singing.
Looking at the horizon, the sea and the sky are the same.
Can't tell which is the sky? What is the sea?
Tonight, I will accompany you quietly.
Look at the way you smile.
Tonight, watching you secretly.
Listen to your breathing.
I come from the distant sky.
I just want to win your smile.
Let my poems surround you.
A wonderful life
5. Naihe Bridge
You stand on the bridge.
Facing the wind, long hair flies.
The other side of the bridge
I waved silently.
tears
I don't know if it's yours or mine.
Mancho
But not salty.
You go further.
I take a step back.
Opposite eyes
wordless
The mother-in-law on the bridge
wordless
The evil wind suddenly rises.
Take me to the west
You cried.
I cry.
Cry away me and you
Cry all over the world.
I can't tell or remember.
As you can see.
Tears and blood overflow.
windshield
In addition to flow
keep one's body unmoved
You didn't move, and neither did I.
a long while
You and I are separated by a bridge.
The wind is blowing in you, too.
You try to go west.
The bridge won't move, and neither will I.
You go west.
On the bridge, my mother-in-law and you
wordless
You drank what she gave you.
You go west.
You didn't walk off the bridge.
She seems to be looking for something.
Refuse to leave
I set my eyes on the bridge again.
I don't want to know: what is she looking for?
She won't care: why am I waiting there?
Someone always comes from the bridge.
Then head west with the wind.
but
That man is always looking for things there.
I always stand there looking at the bridge.
6. Bridge
The ditch in front of the door
Deep in the yellow earth,
Draw an arc tick.
Turbid blood
Flowing in the village
day and night
A few large bluestones,
Form a jumping note bridge
In the changes of life
Bridge, bearing the ancient legend.
Put the memory of the village
Drag from the abyss of suffering to the position of civilization
Today, the big bluestone has become the cornerstone.
Where I used to walk barefoot
Built a real bridge-the flood bridge.
The river is still muddy.
The tranquility of the village
As early as in red bricks and blue tiles,
Incorporate urban elements.
The ancient charm of the countryside and the prosperity of modern cities
band together
The mountain of the village
Village water use
People in the village
Rural feelings
Reproduce on the loess slope ...
7. Bridges in my hometown
Are you still there?
Riding on a clear river in the spring breeze
Zuo Na bridge
Bridge fence
How many pieces of paint are peeling off?
Floor of the bridge
How many ruts have been added?
I left you some scars, too.
But it gives me too much happiness.
I grew up under your care.
And you have added a lot of vicissitudes.
Are you okay?
Riding on a jubilant river in the hot sun
Zuo Na bridge
Bridge body
Several more flood dyes were added.
bridge opening
How many feelings have you recorded?
I also met her on the bridge.
But the seeds of love are shy.
I am madly in love under your witness.
Welcome the sedan chair to pass by you.
Do you remember?
Riding on a frozen river in the snow and ice
Zuo Na bridge
Both ends of the bridge
There are goods for sale again.
Under the bridge
Slipped past the busy ice truck again
I also leaned against the railing on the bridge and watched from a distance.
Spring is budding on both sides of the winding river.
I stepped on the residual snow and left with my family.
Looking back at the bridge, tears have fallen.
Ah, the small bridge in my hometown
There are rivers with changing seasons.
Be taken into a dream
all one's life
I often dream that you are alone.
allow
The wind and rain are tottering, and the years are wasting away.
You know, you put up with the stench of the river.
You know, you have lost the green of companionship.
Know that all the fish and shrimp in the river are gone.
Know that pollution makes you suffer
I will go back one day.
Build a small bridge.
Make the river fresh and sweet.
Then plant flowers all over the river bank
Leave beauty to every passerby.
8. On the west side of the bridge
bridge
The left side is hazy.
On the right is mediocrity.
Qiaoshang
Instantly solidified.
beautiful
Someone's back
The front is shining.
Behind it is Tao Tao.
Qiaoshang
In an instant, one opened.
smart
Smiling expression
Yesterday faded away.
Tomorrow is a bright future.
Qiaoshang
Leave for a while.
disappear
love
It was purple and light red.
At this time, I know who I am with.
Qiaoshang
I suddenly remembered one.
gentle and cultivated
figure
The square inch is bamboo sandals.
Outside is the eternal sky.
Qiaoshang
In an instant, I made one.
Far away
eternal
9. Little Bridge Beauty
In March, in the winding alleys of Jiangnan,
drizzle
My poem is gentle silence.
Slate at night, with soft light.
Enjoy it slowly, without an umbrella.
This is the dream of Zeng Jinmeng.
Really a little enchanted, a little charming.
Appreciate the dreams around you.
How many poems are there in Piaopiao history?
On the small bridge, the rhyme skirt looks good and looks forward to it.
How much love is delicate and pretty, how much love is pure and elegant.
No one can appreciate marginal emotions,
Jiangnan space in my life
always
Are flying in a poetic state.
1, out of chapter
Bian Zhilin
You stand on the bridge and watch the scenery.
The landscape observer is watching you upstairs.
The bright moon decorated your window,
You decorated other people's dreams!
Step 2 bid farewell to Cambridge
Xu zhimo
I left quietly,
When I came softly;
I waved gently,
Say goodbye to the western clouds.
Golden willow by the river,
Is the bride in the sunset;
Shadows in the waves,
Ripple in my heart.
Green grass on the soft mud,
Oily, swaying at the bottom of the water;
In the gentle waves of He Kang River,
I would like to be an aquatic plant.
A pool in the shade of a tree,
Not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky;
Crushed between floating algae,
Precipitate a rainbow-like dream.
Looking for dreams? Lift a long pole,
Back to greener grass;
Full of stars,
Play songs in a starry place.
But I can't play songs,
Quiet is a farewell flute;
Summer insects are also silent for me,
Silence is Cambridge tonight!
I left quietly,
Just as I came quietly;
I waved my sleeve,
Don't take away a cloud.
3. Bridge
Yaxian
I always like you like this.
Sit down, spread your hair, and play some music by Hampden Coyt Hampden Coit DuBose.
On the broken burdock
On the clouds in the river
Sky blue is the blue of Han Dynasty.
The tenderness of Christ, the tenderness of the past
In the distant water mill, in the singing of birds.
It's near May.
Let them shout "Long live their sorrow"
4. "single-plank bridge"
In the hall leading to dreams
A wooden bridge stands in the air.
Cross the backbone of the sea
In a prone position
Lying in the center of the ocean
Give a gentle and poetic heart.
Bring magical power and take a step.
A crucial step
Go to the end of the wooden bridge
Watch the ebb and flow of the tide and listen to the waves singing.
Looking at the horizon, the sea and the sky are the same.
Can't tell which is the sky? What is the sea?
Tonight, I will accompany you quietly.
Look at the way you smile.
Tonight, watching you secretly.
Listen to your breathing.
I come from the distant sky.
I just want to win your smile.
Let my poems surround you.
A wonderful life
5. Naihe Bridge
You stand on the bridge.
Facing the wind, long hair flies.
The other side of the bridge
I waved silently.
tears
I don't know if it's yours or mine.
Mancho
But not salty.
You go further.
I take a step back.
Opposite eyes
wordless
The mother-in-law on the bridge
wordless
The evil wind suddenly rises.
Take me to the west
You cried.
I cry.
Cry away me and you
Cry all over the world.
I can't tell or remember.
As you can see.
Tears and blood overflow.
windshield
In addition to flow
keep one's body unmoved
You didn't move, and neither did I.
a long while
You and I are separated by a bridge.
The wind is blowing in you, too.
You try to go west.
The bridge won't move, and neither will I.
You go west.
On the bridge, my mother-in-law and you
wordless
You drank what she gave you.
You go west.
You didn't walk off the bridge.
She seems to be looking for something.
Refuse to leave
I set my eyes on the bridge again.
I don't want to know: what is she looking for?
She won't care: why am I waiting there?
Someone always comes from the bridge.
Then head west with the wind.
but
That man is always looking for things there.
I always stand there looking at the bridge.
6. Bridge
The ditch in front of the door
Deep in the yellow earth,
Draw an arc tick.
Turbid blood
Flowing in the village
day and night
A few large bluestones,
Form a jumping note bridge
In the changes of life
Bridge, bearing the ancient legend.
Put the memory of the village
Drag from the abyss of suffering to the position of civilization
Today, the big bluestone has become the cornerstone.
Where I used to walk barefoot
Built a real bridge-the flood bridge.
The river is still muddy.
The tranquility of the village
As early as in red bricks and blue tiles,
Incorporate urban elements.
The ancient charm of the countryside and the prosperity of modern cities
band together
The mountain of the village
Village water use
People in the village
Rural feelings
Reproduce on the loess slope ...
7. Bridges in my hometown
Are you still there?
Riding on a clear river in the spring breeze
Zuo Na bridge
Bridge fence
How many pieces of paint are peeling off?
Floor of the bridge
How many ruts have been added?
I left you some scars, too.
But it gives me too much happiness.
I grew up under your care.
And you have added a lot of vicissitudes.
Are you okay?
Riding on a jubilant river in the hot sun
Zuo Na bridge
Bridge body
Several more flood dyes were added.
bridge opening
How many feelings have you recorded?
I also met her on the bridge.
But the seeds of love are shy.
I am madly in love under your witness.
Welcome the sedan chair to pass by you.
Do you remember?
Riding on a frozen river in the snow and ice
Zuo Na bridge
Both ends of the bridge
There are goods for sale again.
Under the bridge
Slipped past the busy ice truck again
I also leaned against the railing on the bridge and watched from a distance.
Spring is budding on both sides of the winding river.
I stepped on the residual snow and left with my family.
Looking back at the bridge, tears have fallen.
Ah, the small bridge in my hometown
There are rivers with changing seasons.
Be taken into a dream
all one's life
I often dream that you are alone.
allow
The wind and rain are tottering, and the years are wasting away.
You know, you put up with the stench of the river.
You know, you have lost the green of companionship.
Know that all the fish and shrimp in the river are gone.
Know that pollution makes you suffer
I will go back one day.
Build a small bridge.
Make the river fresh and sweet.
Then plant flowers all over the river bank
Leave beauty to every passerby.
8. On the west side of the bridge
bridge
The left side is hazy.
On the right is mediocrity.
Qiaoshang
Instantly solidified.
beautiful
Someone's back
The front is shining.
Behind it is Tao Tao.
Qiaoshang
In an instant, one opened.
smart
Smiling expression
Yesterday faded away.
Tomorrow is a bright future.
Qiaoshang
Leave for a while.
disappear
love
It was purple and light red.
At this time, I know who I am with.
Qiaoshang
I suddenly remembered one.
gentle and cultivated
figure
The square inch is bamboo sandals.
Outside is the eternal sky.
Qiaoshang
In an instant, I made one.
Far away
eternal
9. Little Bridge Beauty
In March, in the winding alleys of Jiangnan,
drizzle
My poem is gentle silence.
Slate at night, with soft light.
Enjoy it slowly, without an umbrella.
This is the dream of Zeng Jinmeng.
Really a little enchanted, a little charming.
Appreciate the dreams around you.
How many poems are there in Piaopiao history?
On the small bridge, the rhyme skirt looks good and looks forward to it.
How much love is delicate and pretty, how much love is pure and elegant.
No one can appreciate marginal emotions,
Jiangnan space in my life
always
Are flying in a poetic state.