Music excites me,
The heart moves easily,
I was touched by a little heart,
However, I feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn.
I was moved by these little notes,
Every note has feelings,
Every note is intentional,
The rhythm of the music touched me,
The regular rhythm drives my infinite heart,
A little heartbeat drives me to be infinitely moved!
Poetry 2: The Continuation of Legends
Like a familiar figure in the dark
I vaguely heard it again.
A familiar voice
Make a fire in the dark
On the ancient clay pipe
The legend about us has a long history.
But you keep asking
Is it worth it
Of course the fire will go out with the wind.
The peaks will also collapse at dawn.
Into the river of funeral night.
The bitter fruit of love
Will fall at maturity.
here and now
As long as there is a sunset to crown us.
Everything that comes with it
What is it?
-That long night
A moment of tossing and turning and silence ...
Poetry 3: The Ferry
Let me shake your hand.
Then gently pull out my hand.
Know that missing takes root from now on.
cloudy day
Mountains and rivers are solemn and gentle.
Let me shake your hand.
Then gently pull out my hand.
Time stopped from now on.
Tears flow into a river in my heart.
Is such a helpless stare.
I can't find it near the ferry.
A flower that can be sent to each other.
Pin your blessing on your lapel.
What about tomorrow
Tomorrow is another world.
Poetry 4: moved by your touch
Your crying voice always lingers in the teacher's ear.
You are so clever.
You are too emotional.
You can read the teacher's insistence.
How can you be so smart?
Teachers' persistence in their profession.
It is also reasonable.
You changed the facts.
It's really worthwhile for teachers to work hard for so many years.
It is an honor to have a sensible student like you.
Teachers are happy for your happiness every day.
Happiness is your happiness.
You are simply teachers' lives.
Cry and laugh with you
Study together and exercise together.
In the cold winter, it's like taking a bath in the spring breeze.
Be moved by your touch
I will always work hard among the flowers.
For my love.
I will let my blood boil for a long time.
Poetry 5: Mother
Mom, before she could speak, tears came out of her eyes.
Mom, I heard you calling your child's name,
Mom, I saw your weather-beaten white hair,
Mom, I know you've been waiting for twenty Tomb-Sweeping Day.
My mother is poor and wears an old headscarf.
Mother is poor, and maternal love is hard to find.
Mother is poor and still wears simple old clothes.
My mother is very poor, and she only wants to meet thousands of miles without sacrifice.
Twenty years, day and night,
Twenty years, Chunhua Qiushi tears wash the sky.
In the past twenty years, Qianshan has been blocked by layers.
It's been 20 years, and my sweet words are buried in my heart.
Mom, let your son smooth the wrinkles on your face.
Mom, let your son dry the tears from your eyes.
Mothers are unfilial. Since ancient times, loyalty and filial piety have never been complete.
You know, the unfilial son is a hero in the front line of Laoshan.
You know, dying for your country is loyalty to your motherland.
Let's sing and dance around the bonfire and sing the song of peace until dawn.