Poem about Cactus Part I: Cactus Author: Qian Qian, Yu Yan, Beiwu.
I do
It's a cactus in the desert.
Pierce the pride of the sun with a sword.
I do
It's a cactus in the desert.
Root into the middle of the desert.
Absorb nutrients from the earth
I do
It's a cactus in the desert.
Expose yourself to the scorching sun
Make yourself stronger.
I do
It's a cactus in the desert.
Standing in the desert
Waiting for the beautiful flowers to bloom.
I do
This is a cactus in the desert.
Ugly as it is.
But still proud.
Treat the sinful sun
Wait for yourself.
The wonderful moment.
Cactus Poetry Part II: Cactus Author: Hu Xiaowu
South of the pink and green Yangtze River
She is a woman with a hard outside and a soft inside.
Its posture is quite sharp.
Dressed in emerald green with spikes
Although it's cold.
As long as you understand its heart
Spikes will help you.
Into soft hairs.
Open her world for you
Waiting for you to walk into its heart
In the barren desert
He is a tenacious fighter.
It is waving a sword.
Meet the whistling wind and the flying yellow sand
Crush the dream of sand and bury it.
It was exposed to the hot sun and attacked by the cold night.
It takes root firmly and grows tenaciously.
Light up the magical green in the desert.
Bloom the most beautiful flowers in a desolate world
On that endless beach
He is an elder who has experienced many vicissitudes.
Go through all the hardships in the world
Has stood on the beach for thousands of years.
It watches affectionately day and night.
The blue sky and the sea in front of me.
Watch the tide rise and fall, sunrise and sunset
It listens to the call of the sea.
Listen to seabirds in the waves.
It held its head high and looked into the distance.
Pray for the safe return of fishing boats and vagrants
Poems about Cactus Part III: Cactus Author: Jane Mei
early morning
Wu Jiaojiao
See your tears wet.
last night
Who pulled out your thorns one by one?
you said
Love can be quit!
Oh!
That thorn
It turns out that it is a missing heart.
Poetry about Cactus Chapter 4: Gobi Cactus Author: The North Wind Dies
Seeds sown thousands of years ago
No one noticed the vicissitudes of life for thousands of years.
Distant ancient times.
On the beach of Gobi
You have blossomed and borne fruit in this life.
A lifetime of waiting
They converge their youthful smiles like the sunset.
I didn't mean to get involved.
Time has separated each other.
Now you and I meet.
He taught me to know you for a thousand years.
A thousand years, the tenth century
Not long, not short.
Who can count the sandstorms?
How many footprints are there?
Who knows that the autumn moon shines white?
Graphic geometry
In every corner of the city
Please allow me to pass on your blood
Reprint your soul