From tomorrow on, I want to be a happy person;
Comb hair, chop wood and travel around the world.
From tomorrow on, I will care about food and vegetables.
I have a house facing the sea, which is full of spring flowers.
From tomorrow on, write to everyone I love.
Tell them my happiness,
What did the lightning of happiness tell me,
I will distribute it to each of them.
Give every river and mountain a warm name.
Stranger, I will also wish you happiness.
I wish you a bright future!
May you lovers get married!
May you be happy on earth.
I only want to face the sea and spring blossoms.
3. Xu Zhimo: Farewell to Cambridge
I left quietly, just as I came gently;
I waved my hand gently and bid farewell to the clouds in the western sky. Golden willow by the river,
Is the bride in the sunset; Beautiful shadows in the waves ripple in my heart.
Green grass on the soft mud, oily, swaying at the bottom of the water; In the soft waves of Cambridge,
I would like to be an aquatic plant! A pool in the shade of elm trees,
It's not a clear spring, but the rainbow in the sky is pressed in floating seaweed, precipitating a rainbow-like dream.
Looking for dreams? Holding a long wormwood, stroll back to the greener grass.
Full of starlight, singing in the splendor of starlight. But I can't play songs,
Quiet is a farewell flute; Summer insects are also silent for me. Silence is Cambridge tonight!
I left quietly, just as I came quietly;
I waved my sleeve without taking away a cloud.
graceful
Meeting is an accidental meeting, and knowing each other is a kind of fate. I don't know where to meet again after saying goodbye tonight. The past is still clear and life is like a dream. I hope I will be drunk for a long time, passers-by will hurry and say goodbye sooner or later. The autumn wind is coming, the ancient road is long, the golden urn is full, and the years are like stars. Feelings are lingering, and the heart is the bright moon. When will I sing for nine years?
When birds fly through the window
Author: Lan Jian Piaopiao
A field full of rape flowers-Ma Pingchuan, childhood songs stretch along the path, singing on the backs of cattle, and jumping and playing on the blue tiles in the evening. Whose mulberry picking girl rolled up her gauze sleeves and faced the river to freshen up her sweet dreams. Flocks of white birds come and go in the old wooden house, a silent calendar. Raise your hands in the air and look up at the sky, praying for an amazing declaration of life. Small white jasmine flowers on the ancient windowsill gently smell every closed window lattice.
Mom's jiaozi.
Author: Mifu
When I was not at home, jiaozi was wrapped in a kang. Mom wiped her tears, and Dad silently wiped her face. On weekdays, I didn't rub into a hundred kinds of worries. I wrapped a thousand blessings and squeezed them ten thousand times. I took a bite of this hot jiaozi family.
When I was homesick in my hometown, jiaozi made by my mother was fragrant. The bustling streets of jiaozi are full of homesickness. I ordered a dish of home cooking jiaozi, drank a pot of old wine, and watched the 15th moon. I feel a little at home in my heart.