Spend a lot of money on Zhou Wang.
Who comfort Wei Zhi, who comfort crying.
The light has gone out, and I'm afraid of the night.
Wind, you are showing off that intoxicating gesture.
Rain, you are playing the beautiful sound of Qing Lin.
Dude, your face is so ugly,
Wind, rain, self-righteous washing the earth,
No matter what the mood of the world is,
I long for a hero,
But the night came so fast that people were caught off guard.
It's dark, it's dark, and I'm crawling carefully.
Fall, fall again,
But I am still cautious, for fear of starting a storm of authority.
I was desperate, and my heart became that greedy eagle.
Suck everything freely,
I'm afraid, I'm afraid that time will get longer and longer,
I'll never be the same again,
Hero, a hero based on heaven and earth in my heart.
I'm begging you, I'm begging you,
To save these poor people.
Is it light? Is it light?
Countless people. Heart can't help but ask
It's light, it's light, it's weak but it contains infinite power.
My hero is based on heaven and earth,
Appeared, arrived,
It fights against the endless night with great and weak strength.
One fell, the other died, bleeding,
People look at their heroically sacrificed companions,
Can't stop cheering for it,
How do selfish and ignorant people wake you up?
At night, you left,
The light is coming,
Stealing chickens and dogs has also come to this democratic society.
People lost their conscience!
I hate it, I hate it,
But what about this?
Light, great light,
Please wake up the ignorant people in these four corners,
Let the sun really shine on this earth.
Modern wind and rain poems II. Beautiful peach blossoms are blooming in the stormy street.
I looked back several times when I passed by.
Beautiful peach blossoms have been baptized by wind and rain.
When I watch it, I stare at it several times.
Thinking of my meeting with you,
After hearing the story in your dream, you will think for a long time.
Now the atmosphere of this stormy peach blossom is edified,
Suddenly I had a complete story in my heart.
Can be brewed in the chest,
Peach blossoms in early spring on this stormy street,
Today, when you spread the fragrance all the way to me,
But after that breakup,
There is a trace of melancholy in my heart.
Maybe it's a coincidence?
But I believe that every time we meet,
There is a story behind this that I remember vividly.
Maybe it's not fiction,
Think about the story in your dream,
Every time I look back, I have to admire,
Although I passed by and slowed down the camera,
How many nuances will there be,
The marriage of history contributed to today's meeting.
Just like the atmosphere of this stormy peach blossom,
Makes me so depressed that I can't,
Although you are as red as a peach blossom show,
From the day I knew myself,
When the sun rises,
Your beautiful shadow seems to be in the house,
Follow me quietly;
When the moon rises,
Your beautiful shadow is like a dream,
Snuggle up beside me,
When I heard the story in your dream,
Now I feel the peach blossoms on the roadside.
Send me the fragrance from afar,
There is a faint sadness in my heart.
Maybe it's really like that dream
I was wearing a suit of armor,
The general on horseback saved you from the fire,
The war in that city was engulfed,
You have a book of poetry in your hand,
When I put you on the horse, I fell to the ground.
You said your parents were still alive in the war,
But at that time, I couldn't leave the city for a moment.
The pursuit of enemy soldiers cannot be stopped.
Just as I was running with you,
Your collection of poems fell to the ground,
You said the meaning of that poem,
The one that can be transformed into Xu Zhimo,
Leave gently, just as come gently,
Say goodbye to the clouds in the western world and wave your sleeves.
So you want to know the later story?
I used to dance with my sword in my dream.
Driving in an unfinished ancient battlefield city,
I want to know if the connection with your dream is ok,
But I know that when we meet in this life,
Did you repay the historical experience of that dream,
Or should I forget the poem in my dream,
Now I walk through the streets where the spring rain is flying,
Not only think of the poems of the Tang Dynasty poets:
People don't know where to go,
The peach blossoms in the storm are still there.
The rain never stops.
The water level of the ditch river
It has been rising.
Rising at the top of each heart.
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The wind is rustling and the rain is fluttering.
Low-lying areas, trespassing.
On the one hand, the lakes and seas of Wang Yang.
Then, underwater sound, dangerous sound, wave after wave.
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The wind and rain are ruthless, and people are affectionate.
On a piece of white water.
You see, overnight.
Built a bridge of life.
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In the face of the raging flood
At the place where the dike burst, the officers and men of the army
Go on, go on, condense into a force
The sound of the trumpet resounded through the sky.
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Where there is danger, there is danger.
The image of a soldier
Where there is an emergency, there is an emergency.
The people and the police marched day and night.
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The wind is rustling and the rain is fluttering.
It's a long way to Xiu Yuan, and it's embarrassing.
This persistent storm is under consideration.
Our strength and confidence
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Look up and down for five thousand years, big and small, spring and autumn.
No, there is a hurdle.
Hold the Yangtze River and Qinhuai River.
No matter how crazy the storm is, we will bear it together.
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Strong, strong
The sun is always after the storm.
No matter how big the storm, it will pass.
No, no, we'll carry it together.
Wind and rain modern poetry 4 nights, air, wind and rain
You just left?
Like a night without moonlight and stars.
What do I have left?
This is an endless night without light.
It was the night when you swallowed the light.
You leave easily
Only see my lonely expression.
Strolling in the dark alley.
You just left?
Like a clear but cloudless gray sky.
What do I have left?
Is the pale sky lifeless, lifeless.
That's your lifeless sky.
Your gentle waves
Only see my dull eyes.
Look out in the pale color.
You just left?
Like the cold wind in December and winter.
What do I have left?
This is a ruthless world.
That's the world you abandoned.
You turn around gently
Only see my lonely figure.
Trembling in the cold corner of the ice wall.
You just left?
Like a drizzle in March.
What do I have left?
It's the cliff with a sharp arrow and a cold heart.
That's the cliff you cut with your arms around your neck.
Your gentle knife
I only saw my badly injured body.
In boundless love, struggling in love, hesitating in love.