I think I just took a shower from the Milky Way.
shy
Hide behind a thin cloud
stimulate
star
Very vague
earth
Wear brightly colored clothes
Blurred affection
Snuggle together
In the moonlight
sleep in peace
The evening breeze is fragrant.
firefly
Secret date
The birds
(of boys and girls) having a close childhood friendship.
have only
Frog with no amorous feelings
noisy
Chapter VI Summer in the Wind Summer in the Wind
The faint feelings are far away.
The grass is high and the nightingale is in the air.
Shui bi Tian LAN
Red dragonfly jumps oblique pulse.
Willow is drunk as spring smoke.
Soft smoke curled up.
A short childhood
A gurgling stream.
It's mom's affectionate call.
A windy summer
Fuzzy memory is far away.
The fragrance of gardenia
Get wet in the misty and rainy yard.
We lay quietly on the lawn.
Look at the Milky Way and its drooping stars.
Shy moonlight
Whispering about the attachment of teenagers
A windy summer
Summer is full of the smell of grass.
Cicadas are singing lonely songs in the treetops.
The plane leaves fall on the campus full of sadness.
On the singing method of parallel songs
Changting wai
Gudaobian
Flute lighting transmission
A distant teenager in memory
A windy summer
Summer full of sadness
Scattered on the yellow title page hurts other poems.
Clear as water in the eyes
Your back is accompanied by the afterglow of the sunset
Travel together
Half a residual lamp
While I was sleeping.
Flowing flute
Complain like a complaint.
It's my endless yearning for you.
A windy summer
Never look back in summer
How many beautiful days
I rushed over.
Just today
Unforgettable memory
A windy summer
Summer suddenly turned around.
Cool moonlight
Touch my soft heart
Just want tonight
On Wings of Song
Look at you again.
Ich will dich
Relive the past
The midsummer shower lasted for many days.
Strong sunlight
Still can't stop you.
After a loud roar.
You hit Tianmen.
Straight to the embrace of the earth.
How many birds?
I don't know their names.
Hovering on the roof for a while.
Then I jumped into the clouds.
Just like I had guests at home when I was a child.
I can't restrain my joy.
After a while, I ran to the village entrance.
Later, I will go to my parents' arms to be spoiled.
That middle-aged man
Extend your arms to the sky.
Shouting and running
You can hit his broad chest at will.
Like Gorky's petrel
Embrace the hope of coming to me.
A rainy season
It moistens everything silently and gently.
This is the poet's famous sentence praising his ancestors.
I guess
You are so desperate for people.
Even if it's just a hasty trip.
The world will also build an immortal memorial arch for you.
I wrote this poem for you in August and June of the third year.
Wake up and listen to the sunshine and distant mountains outside.
Insects are singing and disappearing. Cuckoo flies
Wake up service
Who is that
The prayer of water and the piety of waterfowl playing in the water
I came in quietly.
That moment
In the sleeping village, let's go.
People still live on the edge of dreams and awakening.
The cow and the old dog are still there.
The breeze on the summit is still there.
Those villages and wheat fields are still there.
You and I stood up.
On a foggy morning
I go out on all foggy mornings in my memory.
The starlight is weak and the cordyceps is mixed.
to cross a boundary
What about the ferry
Wake up in the village, understand?
It is always rice that surges, wave after wave.
Lush is always dew, drop by drop.
The bushes along the road are full of cicadas.
The sun is also very high in summer, September and June.
What is fresh is always morning, day after day.
Soaked is always a dream, one by one.
People who come in are always thinking
Then, I heard the sound of flowers beside me.
So I saw the forest in the distance.
Can I still sing at this time?
Who is lying at the table with running water?
It's just that the rough style is written for you.
The cicada is still chirping.
The cuckoo has flown away.
So-called piety
The so-called youth
I will tell you silently.
The gardenia in front of the table is still faint and clear.
Not withered
No yellow.
What seems distant but clear?
What will be the end of the world after planting the awn?
Summer again.
Who was burned by his tears and whose heart beat?
Over villages, rivers and distant mountains
I saw a child.
great
listen attentively to
The summer of death is quietly and secretly telling me the truth of happiness.
therefore
After the gardenia blooms, the summer solstice is gradually quiet.
How to speak is always me.
I will sing in the water and among the birds,
At that time, I will write for you,
And I will be surprised at my persistence.
Listen, I wrote this for you.
In the third year, I sat at noon in summer.
The Woods under my feet are rugged in my singing.
Lush green leaves will never be lonely.
June is a distant time.
Whether it's now
Or the future?
Samsara is on the verge of persistence and forgetting.
Be entangled in
perhaps
Every step of the journey
Approaching the next meeting.
but
Sail upward
preocular
Will gradually fade into the past
The world is so big.
Which direction will you chase?
Wish you the way you want to go.
Sunny
Flowers bloom all the way