Poetry 1:
I wonder why dewdrops open their crystal eyes when the morning breeze wakes up the earth.
Who can tell me why the stars are lit in the night sky when the moonlight dances the gauze?
I want to know why the blue sky and white clouds are flying and the mountains and rivers will make distant songs.
Who can tell me why the sun smiles at the rain and fog and the rainbow dances with colorful dresses?
I want to know why it is especially warm to miss sea and the sky in the moonlight.
Who can tell me why snowflakes flying all over the sky become elves when they fall on branches? I want to know why when you open the window of your heart, the ups and downs in your heart are hard to calm down.
Who can tell me why the memories of the past become young when my thoughts fly far away?
Let me tell you, my friend, because of our voice, when we pluck the strings of words, wonderful feelings will strike our hearts.
Let me tell you, my friend, because of our hearts, the soul of art dances and the spiritual home is shaded by trees!
Poetry 2:
We come from the fragrance of the earth, illuminate the magic of hieroglyphics with the light of bamboo slips and Oracle Bone Inscriptions, and appreciate the elegance of Jin Mu!
We came from the voluminous contention of a hundred schools of thought, followed the measured steps of our ancestors, searched for the riverbed of materialist dialectics, and worshipped the teachers of heaven and earth one by one.
We came from the drums of the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, followed the footsteps of thousands of troops, paid tribute to the bloody dusk in Lian Heng, and felt it in the martial arts legend of Wen Tao!
We walked through the moss of Qin bricks and Han tiles, stepped on the heroic measured by the unification of rivers and mountains, and built people's hearts into the Great Wall of Wan Li, and felt it among emperors and princes!
We walked from the ink fragrance of Tang poetry and Song poetry, holding a luminous cup full of grapes and wine, listening to the sound of mourning for women on a cold night blowing in the corner of the border village, and letting the parting of sorrow bleach the autumn moon in the heart of the river.
We walked from the rhyme of Qiangdi in Yuanqu and watched the wind chimes ringing in the west wind of the ancient road, but we couldn't recall the heartbroken people who traveled alone in the end of the world. Yuanyang, who lost her partner, turned June into snow!
We walked through the plots of Ming and Qing novels, wading through mountains and rivers, leaving dangerous peaks, walking through streets and alleys, dreams turned into clouds, entered the room, and groups of fox spirits turned and left!
We came from the vernacular of the May 4th Movement, passed through the crowds and noise of Shili Yangchang, stopped at shops and inns in Shanxiang town, and cut the years in the war!
In this way, we walked all the way into the palace of literature, into the beautiful voice, in the heart-to-heart collision.
We have our own feelings!
So along the way, we set foot on the pure land of the soul and the stage of art, in the dialogue between emotion and emotion.
We have our own spirit!