The first time I was touched by your talent, it was in the misty spring rain;
Say goodbye tonight, it's hard to meet again;
Sobbing among mulberry branches is a lazy wind in late autumn;
You always compare yourself to an old pine after lightning strike, and you can't cure the burning pain all your life;
Unlike floating willows, they change their appearance every spring;
I often wish I were like Hong Fei, paving the way from south to north in the boundless sky;
A parrot that doesn't learn narcissism can't live without a golden cage day and night;
This is our own misfortune and our common difficulty;
Because we think too much about life, our hearts, our hearts are always so heavy;
When old piles sprout new buds, shake off dead branches and become lush trees;
When the earth is always spring, it soothes the sleepy soul without rushing.
2, "For Friends" Modern: Zhu Ziqing
Your hands are like torches, and your eyes are like waves;
Your words are like stones. How can you make me forget them?
You fly to Dongting Lake, you fly to the Yangtze River;
You want to build a red paradise on the ground!
There are thorns on the ground, foxes and rabbits on the ground and walkers on the ground.
You will be a sharp knife.
3,' Send a friend to Peiping' Modern: Hu Shi
Mr. Zanghui had a dream last night that an old monk was drinking tea in the bitter rain.
Suddenly put down the tea bell and went out. Xiao Yi went south.
Maybe the south Wan Li, only the wise know its heavy and light-
After waking up, I put on my clothes and sat by the window. Who knows I'm a little lovesick at this time.
4. A Farewell to Dear Friends Modern: Du Nan
Tell me, young friends, where are you going? Where are you going?
In this vast northwest of yellow sand, how indifferent the sand is and how sweet the moon is;
I can't bear to say goodbye! Let me say goodbye.
The pain in my heart turns my melancholy during the day or at night,
Shredded, you will walk away slowly in rainy days until the rain stops.
On the roof where we stayed together, I wrote as much sadness as you with raindrops;
On a night as terrible as a beast, I walked alone in the shadows.
The flowing shadow overwhelmed my fatigue.
Dear friend, I know,
You don't want to be lonely tomorrow, you are a little flower;
I become a blue leaf beside you, accompanying you,
Burning Bordeaux Acacia with a night's flame, facing the farther and farther back.
I can't catch it, in the vacillating journey of life,
Leaving a series of uneven footprints, these traces of the past will become our last gift exchange.
Dear friends! At this point, jump one poem per line,
You are becoming more and more blurred, and I expect your smile to sneak in.
5. To Friends Modern: Wang Guozhen.
You won't fall unless you stand up.
What's more, we are going to wander the world.
Falling is a kind of commemoration, and commemoration is a warm flower.
Find out what the sun, moon and stars are, what are spring, summer, autumn and winter,
This is how we hold hands.
Go, go,
You said that when you see the sea, you will laugh very comfortably;
Yeah, yeah,
Our laughter can hold the clouds;
But, I don't know, when we want to laugh,
Yes, but I will burst into tears.