Open your window.
Open your boarding gate.
Let me in, let me in.
Go to your cabin.
I brought a bunch of golden flowers.
I carry the fragrance of the forest.
I bring light and warmth.
I'm covered in dew.
Get up, get up.
Lift your head from the pillow.
Open your eyelashes.
Let your eyes see my coming.
Let your hearts be like cabins.
Open their long-closed windows.
Let me put the bouquet, fragrance and light.
Warmth and dew fill the space of your hearts.
Birch Author: Ye Saining
At my window,
There is a birch tree,
As if covered with silver frost,
Covered with snowflakes.
Furry branches,
Snow embroidered lace is natural and unrestrained, and clusters of flowers are in full bloom.
White tassels are picturesque.
In the dim silence,
A birch tree standing in golden light.
Shining with brilliant snowflakes.
Birch trees wander around,
Sunset,
Like a snow branch.
Another layer of silver brilliance.
Goodbye (in spring, I flick my handkerchief)
Gu Cheng
In spring,
I gently waved my handkerchief,
Is to let me leave,
Or return immediately?
No, it's nothing,
Nothing, because,
Like a fallen flower in the water,
Like dew on a flower ...
Only the shadow knows,
Only wind energy can understand,
Only the sighing butterfly starts up,
Still flying in my heart ...
everywhere
Gu Cheng
You,
Look back at me,
Watch the clouds later.
I think,
When you look at me from a distance,
You observe the clouds up close.
generation
Gu Cheng
The night gave me black eyes.
I use it to find the light.
alley
Gu Cheng
alley
It's curved and long.
There is no door
There are no windows.
I took an old key.
Knocking on the thick wall
Shanying
Gu Cheng
Shan Ying Li
Show ancient soldiers
Lead a good horse
The road disappeared around.
He became a relief.
Into a different story.
Like a demon today.
Tomorrow is an angel again.
A faint hope
Me and countless
Non-hatching pebble
Yiqilei
Blue rivers and streams are crawling.
Swallow us
Then spit it out quietly.
Nothing else
I just hope the grass can be extended.
Its shadow
walking in the rain
Cloudy, gray
I can't wash it clean anymore.
We open our umbrellas.
Simply blacken the sky
In the slowly drifting night
There are two pairs of binary stars.
There seems to be no orbital determination.
Just far and near. ......
bubble
Two free blisters.
Rise from the depths of the sea of dreams ......
Hazy silver fog
Gone With The Wind
I am like a child.
Catch you and get blurred.
Blowing bubbles in vain.
Back to the land of reality