1, bridge
When land and land are separated by water,
When roads and roads are cut off by water,
Intelligent human beings stand by and watch the water;
So the bridge came into being.
Humans who have suffered from trekking,
Thanks to this bridge.
Bridge is the connection between land and land;
Bridge is the love of river and road;
The bridge is a station for ships and vehicles to nod their heads;
This bridge is where people wave goodbye to pedestrians by boat.
2. Lost years
Unlike lost luggage.
You can get it back at the lost and found office.
Lost Years
I don't even know where I lost it—
Some of them disappeared in pieces,
Some have been lost for ten or twenty years,
Some are lost in the noisy city,
Some are lost in distant wasteland,
Some are crowded stations,
Some are under abandoned small oil lamps;
What is lost is not like a piece of paper, you can pick it up.
More like a bowl of water spilled on the ground.
It is dry and has no shadow;
Time is a flowing liquid-
Cann't afford to salvage with a sieve or net;
Time cannot become a solid,
If only it were a fossil,
Even tens of thousands of years ago, I could find it in the rocks.
Time is like a gas,
Like smoke from the front of a speeding train!
The lost years are like a friend,
Isolated from the world, suffered some hardships,
Get news suddenly; Say that he
Long gone.
3. "I love this land"
If I were a bird,
I should also sing with a hoarse throat:
This land hit by the storm,
This river of sadness and anger will surge forever,
This endless wind,
And the gentle dawn from the forest ...
And then I died,
Even feathers rot in the ground.
Why do I often cry?
Because I love this land deeply. ...
4. Tiger Shell
Beautiful tiger spot
Shine on you
What makes you so elegant?
What makes you shine?
More exquisite than the best porcelain.
Harder than a white gem.
An oval shape as smooth as a goose egg.
I can't find a scar the size of a needle tip
How many years at the bottom of despair
Rolling in the boundless waves.
Dressed in jade armor.
Protect the most vulnerable life.
If the occasional waves hadn't swept me to the beach.
I never expected to see such beautiful sunshine.
5. That tree
A tree, a tree
Stand apart from each other
Wind and air
Tell them the distance
But under the cover of soil,
Their roots are growing.
In the unseen depths
They are wrapped around the roots.
Step 6 face the sun
In the morning, I woke up from my sleep,
I am glad to see your brilliance;
Although I was sleepy last night,
Troubled by countless nightmares.
Your fresh, gentle, bright and clean luster,
Shining on my long-unopened window,
Paint enough paper with a pale yellow color like pollen,
Embedded in a light blue neat grid,
I was so grateful that I got out of bed.
Open and close the window for a winter,
Let you weave the bright tablecloth with all the gold wires,
Spread it out on my table by the window.
So, I was surprised to see you:
So real that there is no doubt that,
You stand on the top of the mountain opposite,
Smile so clearly.
I tried to open my eyes to see you,
Eager to capture your image,
How intense, how trance, how solemn!
Your light stung my pupils.
Sun, your immortal philosopher,
You bring happiness to the world,
Even if I have the misfortune to meet you,
I also feel your comfort in my heart.
You are the blacksmith of time,
A good life;
You cast the days into countless golden wheels,
Flying in the ancient wasteland ...
Without you, sun,
All life will crawl in the shadow,
Even with wings, it can only be like a bat.
Fly in the eternal night.
I love you as people love their mothers,
You provide light and heat for my thoughts and thoughts-
Let me live with passion and suffer for my ideals.
Until my life was taken away by death.
After a long and lonely winter,
Today, I want to go to the top of the mountain
Take off my clothes, naked,
Bathe my soul with your light ...
7.that tree
A tree, a tree
Stand apart from each other
Wind and air
Tell them the distance
But under the cover of soil,
Their roots are growing.
In the unseen depths
They are wrapped around the roots.
8. "Snow falls on the land of China"
Snow fell on the land of China,
The cold is blocking China. ...
Wind,
Like a sad old woman.
Followed closely,
Hold out your cold fingers,
Pulling the skirts of pedestrians.
In a language as old as the land,
I never stopped talking for a moment. ...
Appear in the forest,
Driving a carriage,
You China farmer,
Wearing a fur hat,
Braving the heavy snow,
Where are you going?
I'm telling you,
I'm also a descendant of farmers-
Thanks to you,
A face with painful wrinkles,
I can be so profound,
I see,
People living on the grassland,
The hardships of years.
And I,
I'm not happier than you,
-Lying on the river of time,
The wave of suffering,
Swallowed me once and rolled me up several times-
Vagrancy and imprisonment,
I lost the most precious time of my youth,
My life,
Like your life,
The same haggard.
Snow fell on the land of China,
The cold is blocking China. ...
By the river on a snowy night,
A small oil lamp moves slowly,
On that shabby Wu Peng ship,
Reflecting the light, hanging his head,
Who is sitting there?
Ah, you,
A young woman with a dirty face,
Is it ... or not
Your home,
That happy and warm little nest—
Is a violent enemy,
Did it burn down?
Is it ... or not
On a night like this,
Without the protection of men,
In the fear of death,
Have you ever been teased by enemy bayonets?
Well, on such a cold night,
Countless,
Our elderly mother,
Curled up in a home that doesn't belong to you,
Just like foreigners,
I don't know about tomorrow's wheels,
What kind of journey do you want to embark on?
-Besides,
The road of China,
Is so rugged,
It's too muddy.
Snow fell on the land of China,
The cold is blocking China. ...
Through the grassland on a snowy night,
Those areas swallowed up by the fire,
Countless land cultivators,
Lost their livestock,
Lost fertile land,
Squeeze in,
In the dirty alley of despair of life;
Hungry land,
Towards the dark sky,
Ask for help,
Trembling arms.
The pain and disaster in China,
As vast and long as this snowy night!
Snow fell on the land of China,
The cold is blocking China. ...
China,
Mine, at night without lights,
The feeble verse says,
Can I give you some warmth?