China contemporary essayist? sop
(A) the poet's road
The poet's road is not easy. I have to go to the end of darkness alone to reach the other side of light!
Poems that have been sniffed and kissed by angels are black and blue, even if they are beyond redemption; How painful, how strong! I struggled in the dark, shouting: poetry, a life; Poetry, a kind of soul; Poetry, a kind of faith; Poetry, a spirit!
A meteor, across the sky; I accidentally dropped it on my shoulder. I waved my hand and lit up the world; Break the night and touch the sun.
Nature's symphony of life! What a beautiful melody; The voice of nature! What a familiar voice.
Poets are doomed to loneliness and pain; Poets are destined to wander alone.
Poets are nothing; The poor have no friends, but only poetry and distance. I am lighting the spark of life; A bright future for light up the world!
Poets never die, eternal love! The soul of poetry is immortal and radiant!
Poetry, life, nature also! Let poetry return to the people and the earth. Take root and sprout, a tree is homesick. I am defending the dignity of poetry and will never let human beings: desecrate her life and soul.
Poetry, born at dawn, dies in darkness. There is still a long way to go in Xiu Yuan, and I will go up and down!
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② See the rain again.
Missing you is not the time for a full moon; You have a rose hug, how warm and romantic; Happy stars, especially cute, wink at you and show an eternal smile; Soft moonlight crawled into your windowsill and gently sniffed your blood lips; Such a night, how hazy, how graceful, pure you, not lonely, not lonely.
Miss you and watch the rain; I rolled up the white curtains and looked into the distance; The lights are a little bit, and the night is boundless; I put my hand out of the window and carefully held my heart rain, all of which were your tears.
I don't have to get your permission to miss you; Only the wind knows my direction, only the rain knows my heart; Wash away all the past, happiness or pain; Let me bear it alone. When your face is full of tears, I understand … your loneliness.
Miss you and watch the rain; Leave a little dignity for love, don't take it all away. The wind is hazy and the rain is graceful;
I listen to the wind in the wind, I read the rain in the rain; Pick a lamp in your dream, but you can't see it; Tears wet the dawn, how beautiful it looks!
Seeing the rain again, I kiss you in my dream! Your bleeding lips! Your body! Your life! Your soul!
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(3) My hometown is far away.
Miss hometown, childhood partner; Relatives in hometown and country roads; With the long years, the smoke from kitchen chimneys curled up; My hometown is far away.
Hometown, a touch of eternal and warm homesickness; I used to carry: my wonderful childhood, butterflies and kites, old cows and waterwheels; Former company: My growing experience as a teenager is like a yellow photo album: it depicts all the good memories. Now look: every photo has faded a little; Full of vicissitudes of life. Only the fuzzy beautiful images let me pick up their innocence again; Their names; As if going back to the past, how familiar; That's enough.
My hometown is far away, a place where I can't go back; That's where I'm most attached. I'm homesick and miss each other. I can't get rid of it. How strange, I am in Dongguan and my mother is in Youxi.
The moonlight is really beautiful tonight, I am counting the stars; Desire in the dream: a meteor streaked across the night sky and landed on my head; That is the scenery of my hometown, and that is the mood of my hometown.
Tonight, the flowers fall and the moon is full; My hometown has not gone far. I think of you again, thinking of some people I care about in my heart; My hometown is back. Tears on my face moistened the dawn; Lonely as you are. I am soft, I am quiet, listening to your heartbeat: there is no distance, and my heart is soul mate.
My hometown is far away. In my dream, I saw my hometown again: as beautiful as my poem, as pure as it is; The wind in my hometown, blowing gently, swept away my poems; It was a long-lost greeting: Are you okay in another country?
My hometown has gone far away, leaving only my thoughts: the distant green hills are still lush; This balcony in Dongguan is still brightly lit; Silence is the city tonight, with fireworks; How strange it is to knock on the quiet night; Like the bell in my hometown, so familiar. My hometown didn't go far, but it came back. Living in the moon, accompanied by stars, sleeping peacefully.
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(4) Ten Dusks, Ten Fairy Tales
There are no fairy tales in the world, Xiaohui is just a visionary; Since then, the world has a fairy tale, Xiaohui is just a madman; In the world of fairy tales: sow life and bloom the future; Heart is spring, flowers are happy; The most beautiful lies in the world: all come from a farmer's poet, but the trees are covered with stars.
I come from Henggu, the whole universe; There is only one sun and a dawn is born; In my body, I have fairy tales of the whole world. Life and love; Soul and dream.
I am in the country of poetry, and I am in the paradise of poetry; Create my poet's fairy tales and return to China for five thousand years; China in the moonlight is so beautiful! I am romantic, and I am charming. You will see my beauty and you will hear my legend.
My world: only belongs to myself, a selfish farmer like me; Only suitable for poetry and prose, that's the best! Health: Ten dawns, ten fairy tales.
Ten dawns, all alive tonight; They are all descendants of the sun, and they are all masters of the earth; Have the philosophy of the world. Sea, grassland; Desert, forest.
From tomorrow, I will be a fairy tale poet; In spring, educate my children: learn to fly kites and soar in the blue sky and white clouds. Educate children in summer: learn to row and pick lotus flowers and taste the moonlight in the lotus pond. In autumn, educate my children: learn to harvest crops and enjoy the joy of success. In winter, educate my children; Learn to make a snowman and listen to beautiful fairy tales.
I think: children will always grow up; Ten dawns, ten fairy tales; Many years later, they will have their own fairy tales! Make the world a better place!
There are no fairy tales in the world, but poets have love; Fairy tales were born in the world.
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(5) Guitar and Grave
The moonlight is really beautiful tonight, and the wind is particularly gentle; I want to keep my guitar and poetry.
Please allow me! Play for you again: an old ballad; She is so beautiful and pure.
Tonight, leave me alone; I have too much past with this world; I have too many entanglements with human beings. Maybe the strings will break and the sound of the piano will not stop. ...
The meteor streaked across the night sky and landed on the broken acoustic guitar; Autumn wind blows, gently stirs, and the last string: sends out the life melody of nature.
The poet is gone and the guitar is in the grave; There is no epitaph, only the soul of poetry is left: poetry dies in the dawn and darkness. I am tired, I am sleepy; Please don't bother me, I just want to be quiet, quiet. ...
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(6) Love me!
Dear Michelle. Do not need any reason; Just waste your three minutes reading my poems; I entered my inner world.
Dear Michelle. No discussion is needed; Just waste five minutes reading my prose; I have all my wealth.
Read it to me! It's a deal: life and soul. Dear Michelle. It was first love: poetry and prose.
I don't blame you for watching: Night and Dawn. Love it or not, I don't blame you: the moon and the stars. I have one grandson left, dedicated to myself; Five meters sunshine, ten meters world.
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(7) Miss you
Miss you and cherish all the past of love; When you are lonely, read her eternal warmth. That is a kind of happiness, but also a kind of pain.
Miss you, not in the most beautiful season; That would be a mess, my mood, my scenery.
Miss you is my own business; It is my dream to miss you.
Love you just because I love you: I feel pain and happiness have been given to you.
Miss you! Perhaps this is the only wealth in my life; You can't confiscate it, just like you read my poem; That's your freedom.
Love, just know: what is heartache; There is no cure in the world. Perhaps, disability is a kind of sadness! With the lonely night, tears wet the dawn; When I woke up, I was still calm; The heart is full of spring, and the flowers are happy!
It's better to miss you than to see you. If you really love someone, you don't have to say: Who is right and who is wrong? You have your direction and I have my dreams. Please cherish the people around you, everything will be beautiful!
Miss you, go back to the past, naturally the most beautiful! Familiar or unfamiliar; Let time sew up the wound and get out of the shadow of love.
People are alive: always have some spirit! I always have the courage to pick it up. The falling sky, the moonlight pushed open my window; Sew up my bleeding soul. Tell me: great love will always come! Listen: Happiness is knocking at the door and roses are in full bloom!
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(8) Li? bright
The dawn of dawn is like a national soldier; Armed with steel knives and spears, and grass arrows; In the dark, it stung the life all over the sky, and the moon bled; Healing in the dark clouds. The star was also injured and fell into Yunhe. I heard: dogs barking in the distance, cocks crowing; Like a newborn baby, I cried bitterly: the world has come, and the sun has given me life!
I was awakened by those noisy whistles, bombs, bombs; Perhaps, it was those lovely cleaners who smashed the night; The wheels are still there, crawling on the horizon; Dawn is coming.
The sun at dawn, fiery red; The sun rises slowly from the sea and penetrates my window; It's a little dazzling I haven't breathed free air for a long time. The warmth of dawn: the sun blooms and sunflowers smile.
I should get up and go to the balcony; Get some sunshine and see the scenery. I smell dandelion and dirt. It is a life, a hope.
The dawn sun smiles in the sky; God came back to life. The dawn sun smiles on the ground; Buddha also smiled.
All life: awakening naturally on the earth; How free and happy.
Thanksgiving dawn, give me life! I am the son of the sun. Sow hope and bloom in the future. Just like my poem: in the land, it takes root and sprouts, and a tree blooms. Face the sun and embrace the world.
Amen: My dawn! Amen: My sun! Amen: My child!
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(9) Trees
There are many trees planted in front of my house, one, two, three and four, side by side; Beautiful ... wind and rain, smell it; Sunlight shines on its life and soul, bringing the distance between trees closer. The big tree protects the small tree, just like snuggling up to its own children. Life, how lovely! Nature, how pure! Give off the smell of earth.
Mother said: there are big trees at home, and trees are spiritual; There is spring all the year round. How beautiful! Very good! Yes, spring warms the earth, and gardenias dance with butterflies. A curtain of misty rain filled Qi Fei. When the flowers are bright, peaches and plums start a prairie fire. Hazy enough, lush enough.
Summer has come, and the sun flowers are still brilliant; You can enjoy the cool under the boxwood tree. Green life! How simple and rich. Occasionally, among trees; Step over a bamboo pole and let me hang the clothes, ok! That's a touch of scenery. How beautiful the scenery in the field is! The trees are covered with loofahs and gourds. That's my mother's masterpiece!
Swallows fly by, reluctant to leave. Listen to frogs and cicadas ... all natural sounds! Play the most harmonious symphony in life, what a wonderful melody, what a sweet homesickness!
Autumn wind blows, a touch of red leaves, acacia two places. Who and homesickness? Only the Bird's Nest. There is sweet-scented osmanthus at home, and it is as fragrant as ever. It's just a spring! Flowers on the moon, stars on the tree; What a beautiful night!
Snowflakes are fluttering, and winter is coming! It was a quiet and lonely time: magpies were on the branches and plum blossoms were dotted among them; Burning, burning: it was the most beautiful end of winter! Pear blossoms in Jiangnan are at the end of winter, and peach blossoms in hometown are on New Year's Eve! How beautiful winter should be! Homesickness in the heart, homesickness at home. It's just a spring!
Tree, a kind of life, ten meters homesickness; Half the land is affectionate, and the other half looks at the lovely world. The trees are covered with purple grapes, which are children's favorite. When the stars and moonlight merge. I listen under the tree: birds, insects. How nice they are in the tree! The evening breeze blows gently ..., the leaves take root, and you are homesick!
Tree, one tree, two trees; Wrapped in life! Snuggle up to homesickness! There is no distance, only eternity. Stick to the passionate land under your feet and be faithful.
A tree, a tree is a world! A tree, a tree is a forest! Man and nature, life is the most beautiful!
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(10) Xiao? sunlight
Dawn, early morning, how beautiful! A glimmer of light, a glimmer of light. Natural life! Wake up on the earth: dandelion's smile, how brilliant. ...
Look: Sunflower, holding its noble head high. They laughed, not mean. I am the master of the world! I am an angel of the sun! Update life in life!
Oh, I should pay tribute to the sun and give me life! Oh, I am a warrior of the sun, challenging the darkness! Look: they are afraid and are surrendering to me! From then on, the night disappeared and the dawn waved to me. The sun smiled at me and I won.
From today, I am the son of the sun. All the creatures on the land are my children. She is so beautiful! He's so pure!
Ah, poor God! Punishment: those evil souls, please don't cross my chest … dandelions also have lovely lives! I would like to be an aquatic plant, smelling and kissing by the fish in my hometown above the moon.
Oh, thank God! My pious God! In order to save the lost lambs in the world, they forgot their way home. ...
I am also a lost lamb, looking for light in the dawn! Free air, ten meters sunshine, five meters world! May the grassland be my hometown, with cowshed and forest. Facing the sun, spring blossoms and green grass are blooming.
The world is coming, I am the son of the sun! With a faint dawn, spring blossoms. Rich or poor. I am a dandelion after all, and you are a sunflower.
Oh, my lovely child; There are fish in my ocean and cattle and sheep in my grassland. The last piece of pure land. Not yet discovered by stupid humans: this is the best! Nature is the most beautiful! People and animals exist! Fences and walls.
I am the son of the sun, healing the earth: a water plant, an eagle. They forgot their pain and returned to land, sea and sky.
I am a proud child of the sun and have all the houses in the world. Face the sun and embrace the world. Spring blossoms, flowers bloom in the future!