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Poetry of the earth will never die.
When all the birds are dazzled by the hot sun
Hidden in the shady forest, there is a sound.
Floating on the hedge around the newly cut grass.
That's the music of Guoguo! It is scrambling to indulge in the luxury of midsummer, and it never feels that its happiness is gradually disappearing.
Once you are tired of singing, lie comfortably on the comfortable grass.
The poetry of the earth never stops.
On a lonely winter night, when the frost condenses.
Silence rang from the fireplace.
Cricket's singing, in the rising heating and drowsiness, makes people feel that the sound is the chirping of crickets on the grassy mountain.
Spanish poet petofi "I would like to be a torrent".
I'd rather be the rapids,
mountainous
Rivers,
On the rugged road,
Pass over the rocks ...
As long as my lover
This is a small fish,
In my waves
Swim around happily.
I'd rather be a barren forest,
On both sides of the river,
For a gust of wind,
fight bravely ...
As long as my lover
It's a bird,
In my dense
Nest among the branches and sing.
I would like to be a ruin,
On the steep rocks,
This silent destruction
Doesn't make me depressed. ...
As long as my lover
It's green ivy,
Along my desolate forehead,
Climb up intimately.
I'd rather make a cabin,
At the bottom of the ravine,
On the top of the hut,
Be attacked by wind and rain ...
As long as my lover
Is a lovely flame,
In my stove,
Blink slowly with pleasure.
I want to be a cloud,
This is a broken gray flag.
In the vast sky,
Wandering around lazily,
As long as my lover
A coral sunset,
Next to my pale face, it shines brightly.