night
Starlight is not gentle.
bow/lower/hang one's head
Walking in the wind
Black edge
Cover your eyes.
Solidified by grief
Let the tears flow or not
Be with people occasionally
past
No one will
Look back a little.
whether or not
Keep going like this.
You can reach the legendary place.
Clean up the injured ferry
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Young thoughts
Wang Guozhen
enjoy life
I don't think about whether I can succeed or not.
Now that I have chosen a distant place,
I only care about the hardships.
I don't think about whether I can win love.
Because I like roses,
Just show your sincerity bravely.
I don't think about whether there will be cold wind and rain behind me.
Because the target is the horizon.
Only the back is left to the world.
I don't think about whether the future is flat or muddy.
As long as you love everything in life,
It's all expected
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lotus
A faint scent, a faint affection
A trace of elegance
A faint lotus flower
Love your lightness and your elegance.
People who love you are not stained with mud.
Pick flowers and put them in front of the pool.
The faint fragrance attracts butterflies.
"Xiao-he didn't show sharp corners.
Dragonflies have been standing at the top. "
Pray for this poem and praise this lotus.
There is nothing better than Dimfragrance.
Come quietly.
Walk quietly
The wind takes away your drunkenness.
Rain is falling on you.
Wind and rain are your companions.
You are an angel in my dream.
Your purity, your serenity.
I'm drunk.
I'm fascinated.
oh
the Dutch ...
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Endless feelings
I want to travel this time.
You can forget your beautiful eyes.
You can cut it.
A trace of love
Autumn wind can't blow away sadness.
Who would have thought that in the end
The mountains and rivers remain the same.
Love remains the same.
Your shadow
It's just in front and behind.
whether or not
Have you forgotten me?
Otherwise, why haven't I heard from you?
Separate from each other
Have you ever cherished me?
Why does a smile always decorate my dreams?
Leave a beautiful fantasy
Are we meant to be?
Just the source and the tail.
Difficult to meet
Did we miss each other?
What will the years leave me
Sorrow haunts the heart, hurting the liver and heartbroken.
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If you are not happy enough
If you are not happy enough
Don't frown.
Life is short.
Why cultivate bitterness?
Open dusty doors and windows.
Let the sunshine and rain spread all over every corner.
Vilen moves towards life.
Let the wind iron your forehead.
Broadness can dilute sadness.
Dark colors can cover light colors.
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perhaps
Maybe, that day will never come.
The future is as gorgeous as the morning glow.
Maybe, that day will never come.
Success is as bright as a lamp.
Maybe, that's it.
Climb but not reach the top.
Maybe, that's it.
Running can't lift waves.
Maybe, what can we give you
Only one.
A vicissitudes of life heart
And his face is weathered.
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I don't expect anything in return
I gave it to you.
I don't expect anything in return
If you pay
Just to get it one day.
Then, how small I will become.
If you are a lake.
I hope there are banks all around.
If you are a mountain.
I would like to be the grass that adorns your face.
People may not be able to make themselves great.
But you can.
An imaginary encounter
When the sun goes down, responsibility closes its eyes.
The dim darkness and sour silence in the room,
By a kind of if not,
-A bittersweet evening.
Like a cloud of white clouds, mist and desert,
Holding a crowned crane-
Immersed in the newly shed moonlight,
Is he the elegant man?
We haven't made a sound yet,
I accidentally touched his clothes just now,
Many secrets, such as rushing to Sichuan,
From this rub, I rushed back and forth.
I want to ask who he really is.
Improve ... Where is the month? Where are people?
Since then, fierce darkness, roaring silence,
I tossed and turned in an empty bed and couldn't sleep all night.
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die
Ah! My soul! My soul!
My life, my life,
I failed at the end of my life and owed at the end of my life.
Now it's up to you to make up for the recovery,
But what do I have?
What can I ask of you?
Let me drown in your eyes, Wang Baoli!
Let me burn in the furnace of your heart!
Let me indulge in your music and die!
Let me suffocate in the fragrance of your breath!
Or let your dignity shame me to death!
Let your cold freeze me to death
Recognize your heartless teeth and bite me to death!
Let that ungrateful poison sword stab me to death!
If you give me happiness,
I'm so happy;
If you make me suffer,
I also died of pain;
Death is all I ask of you,
Death is my greatest contribution to you.
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Lonely goose
Unfortunate loner!
Who taught you to abandon your old couple,
Break the array,
Wandering at the bottom of this water town,
If you're worried,
Crying endless bitterness?
Ah! From the thick curtains at the bottom of the clouds,
In and out of such lamentations;
What a pain! So enthusiastic!
Lonely wanderer!
Don't shout!
Your deep sound waves,
In this sea mine,
Not worth it.
Where did it spill?
Poor lonely soul!
Not to mention looking back at the sky.
The sky is an endless secret,
A blue riddle,
It's too difficult for you to guess.
There is no need to bow to the sea.
This wicked man who insulted the sky,
His salty saliva.
Don't get your wings wet,
Stick to your schedule!
Lonely birds in the street!
Where are you flying to live?
On the other side of the Pacific Ocean,
Do you know what is there?
Ah! That's eagle territory—
That bully!
His sharp fingers and claws,
Tearing the bottom of nature,
Build a nest of money.
Only machines made of steel,
Drunk with the blood of the weak,
Spit out some evil black smoke,
Dirt my space, cover the sun and the moon,
It is said that flying without knowing the direction,
Rest, there is nowhere to hide!
What a stray dog!
Where the hell are you going?
Birds following the sun!
Bright bottom chaser!
Don't trust that dirty slaughterhouse,
A black smoke stove.
Can attract your trace!
Come on, woman, lost souls!
Come back and join your partner,
Replenish their array!
They're watching you.
Back in the frost-stained reed forest,
There is a school hunting the west wind.
Will be like a hairy reed flower,
Made your mattress.
Warm your sweet dreams.
Back to the gentle harbor,
This is your bathtub.
Come back and walk on the flat beach.
In the silvery moonlight,
My mother-in-law is teasing your shadow.
Come back, wandering lonely bird!
Instead of staying at the bottom of this water country,
Struggling in sorrow,
Crying about endless pain,
Why don't you turn around and go home?
Ah! But this is a high-pressure hurricane.
Take me away;
I still have a letter on my foot,
How can I give up my mission,
Let my mind.
Turn around and blow your wings home?
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match
These are kings.
Little Song boy has a mouth as bright as a cherry:
Some people sing a brilliant star,
If you can't sing it, it will break into two dead bones.
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Xuansi
In that silence at the end of the night,
From my desolate mind,
I often have some strange ideas,
Neither fish nor fowl thought;
As if from an ancient temple.
In the clock tower full of dust and rain,
Fly out of a timid bat,
A little monster that is neither a bird nor an animal.
Like ambitious bats,
My mind won't just crawl on the ground,
But always circling in the sky,
Round, flat, all kinds of round.
My desolate brain
In that silence at the end of the night,
I often have some strange ideas,
Like some bats.
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Taiyangyin
The sun, the sun that stings my heart!
Drive away the wanderer's dream of returning home,
Add his nine-bend ileum for twelve hours!
The sun, the burning sun!
Dry the dew on the grass tip,
Can you dry up and cry in the tramp's heart?
The sun, the sun driven by six dragons!
Save me my daily probation,
I ran for five years in one day. What are the disadvantages?
Sun-fast sun-sun!
Let me ride you around the world every day,
You can visit your hometown once a day!
The sun, the sun just rising in the corner of the building!
Didn't you just come from our east?
My hometown is still intact at the moment?
The sun, the sun from my hometown!
Is the official willow in Beijing wrapped in autumn?
Alas! I am as haggard as late autumn!
The sun, the never-ending sun!
You seem homeless, too.
Ah! Your life is as unimaginable as mine!
Sun, self-improvement sun!
The universe is probably your hometown.
Can you show me the direction of my hometown?
The sun, this is not like my mountains and rivers, the sun!
The wind and clouds here have another common color,
The tone of birds singing here is particularly bleak.
Sun, the sun at the bottom of the fire of life!
But who doesn't know that you are hot at the bottom of the ball,
-at the same time, the wisdom of the western half of the ball?
The sun is also the sun in my hometown!
I can't go back to my hometown at the moment,
I will call you my hometown, and I will get what I want.
The sun, shining with kindness!
See you later, I should go home once;
My hometown is not underground, but in the sky!
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Rotten fruit
My meat was bitten by a black bug.
I slept on cold and spicy moss,
Make it worse,
Just wait until it rots my armor,
Broke my prison,
My claustrophobic soul
Wearing a bean green vest,
I'm about to laugh!
The above is selected from Red Candle.
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Yuyangqu
At the end of the day, the sun shines in Zhu Meng.
On Dan's mound, he knelt down silently to see the shadow of the double tung trees.
The banquet guests packed the west wing,
Their master crouched in the hall,
The majestic master lives on the tiger in Gao Xuan.
Ding Dong, Ding Dong,
There was silence in the hall,
Another drummer,
Do it before class,
This drumming is unusual.
Ding Dong, Ding Dong,
Listen! You got it?
Listen! You got it?
Roasted jade plate with silver-you can't taste the liver of Yan.
Cormorants pour wine like a spring,
The symphony of cups and plates is powerful,
The host's face was full of smiles-
Ah, the host's face is full of smiles.
Ding Dong, Ding Dong,
This drum sound is different—
As clear as a crane's tears,
As thin as a song,
This drumming is unusual.
Ding Dong, Ding Dong,
Listen! You got it?
Listen! You got it?
Look at this drummer. He doesn't look like an ordinary person.
He is full of Confucian clothes, and there must be poetry books in his belly.
He should arrange more elegant music,
The clumsy drum hammer is not his tool,
This pair of drums is not a tool in this hand!
Ding Dong, Ding Dong,
This drum sound is different—
Like a cold spring,
Like rain hitting the phoenix tree;
This drumming is unusual.
Ding Dong, Ding Dong,
Listen! You got it?
Listen! You got it?
You can see him drawing a long arc in front of the court.
Then slowly walk up the steps,
Drum step by step, the more you play, the more comfortable you are-
Ah, the drums are getting louder and louder.
Ding Dong, Ding Dong,
This drum sound is different—
Suddenly became anxious,
Suddenly become a heavy man;
This drumming is unusual.
Ding Dong, Ding Dong,
Not the same, not the same,
Not the same, not the same.
Kan Kan's drums shook the whole house,
He walked up the hall and looked around.
He saw a room full of huddled pigs and sheep,
One of the tigers is grinding his teeth.
He insisted on teasing the tiger.
Ding Dong, Ding Dong,
The drums are different,
This is not a eulogy,
Nor is it a song;
This drumming is unusual.
Ding Dong, Ding Dong,
Not the same, not the same!
Not the same, not the same!
He strode to the bottom seat of the host,
But was stopped by a class cadre in a hurry;
"Rude slave!" Officials growled,
"Why don't you put on your service clothes and go?
You didn't wear a size, so you came here? "
Ding Dong, Ding Dong,
This drum sound is different—
It's obviously a curse,
Obvious ridicule;
This drumming is unusual.
Ding Dong, Ding Dong,
Listen! You got it?
Listen! You got it?
He took the size, approached the railing,
The second one took off his soap cap and unbuttoned his blue shirt.
I can't even look straight into my eyes and beads.
As if I saw a bright light,
As if golden light shone on him.
Ding Dong, Ding Dong,
This drummer is different;
He was naked,
He kept a straight face,
This drummer is different from others.
Ding Dong, Ding Dong,
What a difference!
What a difference!
Full house is terror, full house is surprise,
Full of loneliness-the shadow of the sun is under the stone railing;
Fly away, one in a Hua Die,
Scattered with a few sparse mignonette flowers,
Some osmanthus flowers were scattered in the yard.
Ding Dong, Ding Dong,
This drummer is different-
Unless you are drunk?
Is it crazy?
This drummer is different from others.
Ding Dong, Ding Dong,
Definitely different!
Definitely different!
The yellow horn hung bare-chested,
There is a silver helmet on his head—
He is wearing a full suit now,
Now he is a humble slave,
Now he is a humble slave.
Ding Dong, Ding Dong,
This drum sound is different—
Like a raging wave hitting the coast,
Fly like a thunderbolt;
This drumming is unusual.
Ding Dong, Ding Dong,
Not the same, not the same!
Not the same, not the same!
He wandered around his master's desk,
The more passionate and generous the drums are,
Master stopped the jade cup and lived in Ding.
The master's face has turned to ashes,
Ah, why did the master's face turn gray?
Ding Dong, Ding Dong,
This drum sound is different—
Beat your heart out.
I asked you to shrug;
This drumming is unusual.
Ding Dong, Ding Dong,
Not the same, not the same!
Not the same, not the same!
Wild drums roared in court,
The master's embarrassment choked his throat,
The host will arouse prestige and spit out anger.
Who knows, another drum beat rushed to my heart.
Put out the anger in his heart.
Ding Dong, Ding Dong,
This drum sound is different—
Like a ichthyosaur crossing a canyon,
Like a soldier's armor;
This drumming is unusual.
Ding Dong, Ding Dong,
Not the same, not the same!
Not the same, not the same!
The drums below the hall burst into laughter.
The master in the class just sits and is insane;
Laughter fell on four banquets,
Drum laughter broke the courage of the adulterer.
Drums and laughter broke the master's courage!
Ding Dong, Ding Dong,
This drum sound is different—
The owner of the table,
Do not move;
This drummer is different from others.
Ding Dong, Ding Dong,
Definitely different!
Definitely different!
The afterglow of the day bypassed the eagle,
Danyong has a peerless shadow of Tung.
Bored guests crowded the west wing,
Their host is sitting in the hall,
There is a depressed host sitting in the hall.
Ding Dong, Ding Dong,
This drummer is different-
Punished the traitor,
The court humiliated the hero,
This drummer is different from others.
Ding Dong, Ding Dong,
What a difference!
What a difference!
Original Load 1925 March 10 Novel Monthly Report, Volume 16, Issue 3.
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The statement of the defendant being questioned
I won't lie to you, I'm not a poet,
Even though I love the loyalty of Baishi,
Pine trees and the sea, crows carry the sunset on their backs,
Bat wings are woven in the dusk.
You know I like heroes and mountains,
I like the national flag flying in the wind,
From goose yellow to bronze chrysanthemum.
Remember that my food is a pot of bitter tea!
But there is another me. Are you scared-
Thoughts crawl like flies in the trash can.
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stagnant water
This is a backwater of despair,
The breeze doesn't move at all.
Why don't you throw more rubbish,
Throw out your leftovers.
Maybe copper will turn green into jade,
A few petals of peach blossoms are embroidered on the tin can;
Let greasy weave a layer of Luo Qi,
Mold steamed some clouds for him.
Let the stagnant water ferment into a ditch of green wine,
Filled with pearly foam;
Little beads' laughter turned into big beads,
I was bitten by a flower mosquito who stole wine again.
A desperate backwater ditch,
And a little image.
If frogs can't stand loneliness,
Dead water again. It is singing.
This is a backwater of despair,
This is definitely not the beauty,
Why don't we leave it to ugliness to cultivate,
Look at the world he created.
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tranquil night
This light, this bleached wall of light;
This virtuous desk and chair is as close as a friend;
The paper fragrance of this ancient book came in waves;
A good teacup is as white as a virgin;
The nursing child gasped in his mother's arms.
Snoring reports that my eldest son is healthy. ...
This mysterious quiet night, this round peace,
I have a song of thanks in my throat.
But the song immediately became a curse,
Quiet night! I can't, I can't accept your bribe.
Who wants peace within your walls?
My world has a wider boundary.
These four walls are isolated from the constant noise of war,
Is there any way you can stop my heart?
It's best to fill this mouth with sand and mud.
If others can only sing personal sorrow!
Better let this head dig holes for voles,
Let this mass of flesh and blood also feed the corpse worm;
If it's just for a glass of wine and a poem,
On a quiet night, the pendulum swings to a leisurely place.
I can't hear your neighbor moaning,
I can't see widows and orphans trembling,
Spasms in the trenches, lunatics biting the hospital bed,
And all kinds of tragedies are tempered by life.
Happiness! I can't accept your personal bribe now,
My world is not on this wall.
Listen! There was another burst of gunfire and death roared.
Quiet night! How can you stop my heart?
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find
I'm coming, I shouted, blood and tears welled up in my eyes,
"This is not my China, no, no!"
I came because I heard you calling me;
Feng Gang whipped the time, lit the flame,
I came, I didn't know it was an empty joy.
What I met was a nightmare. Where have you been?
It was a horror, a nightmare hanging on a cliff,
That's not you, that's not my love!
I questioned the sky and forced the wind to blow from all directions.
I asked, (punching the earth in the bare chest)
Always can't ask the news; I cry for you,
Spit out a heart-in my heart!
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pray
Please tell me who is from China.
Enlighten me how to hold my memory tightly;
Please tell me the greatness of this country,
Tell me gently, don't make any noise!
Please tell me who is from China.
He has a heart of Yao and Shun,
Whose blood belongs to Jing Ke Nie Zheng,
Whose legacy is Shennong Huangdi?
Tell me that wisdom is strange,
Said it was a gift from hippo;
Tell me the rhythm of this song,
It was originally taught by Phoenix in Nine Treasures.
Please tell me the silence of the Gobi,
And the solemnity of the five mountains? say it again
Taishan's stone slippers are still dripping with patience.
Is there harmony in the Yellow River?
Tell me again, that tear.
Is Confucius mourning the death of Lin?
You must tell me laughter,-
Smile of Zhuang Zhou, Chunyu Kun and Dong Fangshuo.
Please tell me who is from China.
Enlighten me how to hold my memory tightly;
Please tell me the greatness of this country,
Tell me gently, don't make any noise!
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in short
There is a saying that it is a curse.
There is a saying that can light a fire,
Although no one has said it for 5 thousand years,
Can you guess the silence of the volcano?
Maybe he was suddenly possessed,
Suddenly, there was a thunderbolt in the blue sky.
Explosion:
"Our China!"
What should I say today?
You don't believe that Cycas blooms,
So there is a sentence you listen to:
When the volcano can't help but be silent;
Don't tremble, stick out your tongue and stamp your feet.
Wait until the blue sky thunders.
Explosion:
"Our China!" self-important