Go to the oak tree pavilion
If I love you-
Unlike climbing Campbell,
Show off with your tall branches:
If I love you-
Never imitate spoony birds,
Repeat monotonous songs for the shade;
It is not just like a fountain,
Send cool comfort all year round;
It is not just like a dangerous peak, it increases your height and sets off your dignity.
Even during the day.
Even spring rain.
No, these are not enough!
I must be a kapok beside you,
Standing with you as the image of a tree.
Roots, close to the ground,
Leaves, touching in the clouds.
Every time a gust of wind blows,
We all greet each other,
But no one
Understand what we said.
You have your copper branches and iron stems,
Like a knife, like a sword,
Like halberds,
I have my red flowers,
Like a heavy sigh,
Like a heroic torch,
We share cold waves, storms and lightning;
We enjoy the fog, the rainbow,
As if we were separated forever,
But they depend on each other all their lives,
This is great love,
Loyalty is here:
Not only love your strong body,
I also love your stand and the land under your feet.
"Answer" North Island
Mean is the passport of the mean,
Nobleness is the epitaph of noble people,
Look, in the golden sky,
Full of twisted reflections of the dead.
The ice age is over,
Why is there ice everywhere?
The Cape of Good Hope was discovered,
Why did Qian Fan compete in the Dead Sea?
I came into this world,
Just paper, rope and numbers,
Before the trial,
Read those condemned voices.
Tell you what, world.
I don't believe it.
Even if you have a thousand challengers under your feet,
Then count me as 10 1.
I don't believe the sky is blue,
I don't believe in the echo of thunder,
I don't believe that dreams are false,
I don't believe in death without retribution
If the ocean is destined to burst its banks,
Let all the bitterness pour into my heart,
If land is destined to rise,
Let mankind choose the peak of survival again.
New turning points and shining stars,
Let the sky have nothing to hide.
This is a 5000-year-old hieroglyph,
Those are the eyes that people will stare at in the future.
Far and near ancient city
you
Look back at me.
Look back at the clouds.
I think
You looked at me from a distance.
You observe the clouds up close.
Twilight star Gomez
The evening star rises from the earth and the sea.
I stand at the end of the night
Look at dusk like a snow-white nude.
I am the only shining star in the sky.
At this difficult time
Yesterday I seemed to see another kind of human.
Three things that kill each other are brought together.
Dusk is the only luminous body in the sky.
The stars are the sheets of the night's daughter.
I am the boundless darkness in my life.
At this last moment, I can dream.
This barren land, the last seed
This drooping time, the last sound
World, one last thing, the evening star.
Facing the sea, Haizi blooms in spring.
From tomorrow on, I want to be a happy person;
Comb hair, chop wood and travel around the world.
From tomorrow on, I will care about food and vegetables.
Living in a house facing the sea, spring is blooming.
From tomorrow on, write to everyone I love.
Tell them my happiness,
What did the lightning of happiness tell me,
I will distribute it to each of them.
Give every river and mountain a warm name.
Stranger, I will also wish you happiness.
I wish you a bright future!
May you lovers get married!
May you be happy on earth.
I also want to face the sea, and spring blossoms.
"Believe in the future" index finger
When cobwebs mercilessly sealed my stove.
When the smoke of ashes sighs the sorrow of poverty
I still stubbornly smooth away the ashes of disappointment.
Write with beautiful snowflakes: believe in the future.
When my purple grapes turn into tears in late autumn
When my flowers snuggle up to other people's feelings
I still stubbornly use frosted and withered vines.
Write on the desolate land: believe in the future.
Yes! Believe in the future
This is the warmest arm.
Yes! Believe in the future
This is the most charming color.
I want to point my finger at the waves rushing to the horizon.
I want to hold the sea of the sun with my palm.
I shook the morning light-that beautiful and warm pen.
Write with a child's pen: believe in the future.
I believe in the future.
Yes, I believe that people's eyes in the future
Their eyelashes brushed away the dust of history.
Their students have seen through the chapters of the years.
No matter what they think of us carrion.
The melancholy of loss and the pain of failure
Is to give moved tears and deep sympathy.
Or give a contemptuous smile, bitter irony?
I firmly believe that they are interested in our spine
Countless explorations, lost ways, failures and successes.
I will definitely give a warm, fair and objective evaluation.
Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their comments.
Dear friends, believe in the future.
Believe in indomitable efforts
Believe in youth that overcomes everything.
Believe in the fighting spirit that never fails.
Believe in the future, believe in life
The future must be bright.
The future must be beautiful.
Life, always move forward.
Qin Zihao, a unique language
I said to the ocean: I miss you.
The ocean responds to me.
Accompanied by the gentle tidal sound
I said to the forest: I miss you.
The forest came back to me.
Accompanied by sweet birdsong
I said to the starry sky: I miss you.
Emptiness and harmony
Accompanied by the sound of quiet night
I said to the valley: I miss you.
The valley came back to me
Accompanied by the murmur of the stream
I pour out my thoughts to you.
You are like a stone statue.
Silence should not be
If silence is your sorrow
You know this sadness
It hurts me the most.
"Wrong" Zheng Chouyu
I walked through Jiangnan.
The appearance in the season is like the opening and falling of lotus flowers.
If the east wind does not come, catkins will not fly in March.
Your heart is like a little lonely city.
Like a bluestone street facing the night.
Without a sound, the spring curtain in March can't be lifted.
Your heart is a small closed window.
My dada horseshoe is a beautiful mistake.
I am not a returnee, I am a passer-by. ...