The boat floated slowly in the shade of weeping willows-
A cool breeze in early autumn,
Blow up the velvet on the water,
The voice of the rural areas on both sides of the strait is blowing.
I was resting alone in the window of the boat,
Looking at the waves of the river,
Listen to the sounds in the distance,-
Once again, it is a tacit understanding with childhood scenes!
This is the call of a crisp child.
There are many jobs on the farm.
Dogs barking and chickens crowing by the bamboo fence:
But this unprovoked sadness and sadness!
White clouds are flying in the blue sky;
I want to put the annoying age,
I want to put hate love,
Entrust and infinite emptiness ―― disappearance;
Reply to my simple and beautiful childlike innocence:
Like a spoonful of cold spring in the valley,
Like a bald-headed milk magpie in the breeze,
Like grass flowers in Chi Pan, they are natural and vivid.
Shu ting in early spring
Friend, it's spring.
Dispel sadness and dry tears.
Smile at the sun
Although there is no torrent of flowers yet
Wash away the shackles of winter
plastered
Floods in plains and canyons
Although there is no birdsong waterfall yet
Splash thousands of silver beads.
Scattered in the foggy dawn
Rolling in on the boulevard at dusk.
But wait.
Once it thunders,
Dark clouds fled in a hurry.
That is the most beautiful and beautiful dream.
Maybe it will come brilliantly overnight.
Yes, it's still a little cold.
And cold troubles
If you listen carefully
On the five old peaks, the wind is still whistling.
Trembling valley
As if wailing together
But there are some little cuckoos.
Like a flame that can't be extinguished
Wen nuan Tian di
Even the clouds are no longer floating.
Let me put it this way, my friend.
The reason why spring is beautiful and rich.
Because it passed the final chill.
Autumn flute
The garden smells of red fruit.
On the farmers' threshing floor, tall rice piles were piled into pieces.
Pull a net full of laughter and open the fishermen's faces.
Cold clothes warm the hearts of soldiers.
After sunset, pick up thin stone tablets.
Throw it on the reed surface.
No matter how deep it is, it is very shallow here.
Look at a line of geese carrying golden autumn.
Listen, is that Qiu's voice?
Listen,
The sound of autumn,
The tree shook its arm,
Brush,
This is the voice of yellow leaves.
Listen,
The sound of autumn,
Crickets flap their wings,
"**",
Saying goodbye to the balcony rhymes.
Rows of geese catch up with the white clouds,
Sprinkle a warm reminder; ?
A gust of autumn wind swept across the field,
Send a harvest song.
Listen,
Walking into autumn,
Walking into this huge concert hall,
Hello, listen to Qiu's voice.
The sound of autumn,
In every leaf,
In every flower,
In every drop of water,
In every unfolded grain.
Listen,
The sound of autumn,
Come in a hurry from afar,
Towards the distant in a hurry.
Listen,
We heard the sound of autumn.