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Dewdrops in the orange sun
Rising moment
Wonderful evaporation
Like a shooting star flying by.
A clear night sky
Epiphyllum in the night gap
Leave a beautiful back
Like time and space
edge
Life is driving in death.
railway
Ancient city wall
Never feel spring and summer again.
The taste of
In fact, autumn leaves are also.
No expression of resentment.
I sincerely wait.
Every poem of life
Long or short?
Just as beautiful and moving.
The second is.
Open Liu Haijun's Shu Bei Xing Archives.
Surrounded by coffee at night
Deeply moved.
Touch it slowly
Winter snow, an old man's experience
All the life-and-death conversations.
Necessity and contingency.
Fall into silence
winter How many years ago?
The burning that tore life apart,
Take the sun. Tear.
Pale plum petals, falling to the branches
winter
Migratory birds fly over the ocean and wait.
The day of returning from the south.
Night thunder. Blow up a genius
Silence, in the late stage of death.
Edge. The waterside in spring.
Skimming the wings of birds,
Tagore's soul left its mark,
The historical sky falls with melancholy helplessness,
The operation of the constellation is clear at the tip of the pen.
Future audiences,
Take a sip of strong tea,
Numb yourself between the lines.
It is written in life,
Have the blood of a genius.
Maybe it's enlightened,
Don't break out in silence,
Die in silence.
Another genius, a poem of life.
The third is.
Passing a thin bookstore.
Occasionally, I get upset, Xia Chan.
I caught a glimpse of a dusty book.
Poetry. Fuzzy symbol,
And glory, time.
The north wind is covered with dark clouds.
The sky and body seem to be mine.
Thinking stays in the familiar window.
Once everyone, after a youthful life,
Sing a song. "Facing the sea, spring blossoms."
When the horseshoe breaks the gorgeous movement,
I realized that the glory was over,
Between the wrinkles of the whistle.
In a hurry,
Lost a poet's chapter.
About the sun, or about life,
Or the life of the sun in poetry.
Praise of Populus euphratica
( 1)
Across the universe
Refined heaven and earth.
Populus euphratica forest as the earliest plant community
On this lucky planet
Magically created the green and hope of life.
Experienced the change of time.
Accustomed to the cold world
Populus euphratica became the last thing left.
In this harsh environment.
Exquisitely expounded the value and strength of survival.
(2)
Who can be so tenacious?
Drought, cold and salt tolerance
Resist sandstorms and disasters
Roots are ten meters deep to absorb nutrients.
Three years after the rain, the branches and leaves are long.
Even though he died of drought for more than 20 years.
When it meets water, new buds will bloom.
Who can be so bold?
Live for a thousand years and never die.
1000 years after death
Fall for thousands of years and be immortal.
Hold high the banner of life
Fight against the endless yellow sand all year round
Willing to station troops in the vast Gobi desert
(3)
Natural selection is born naturally.
Survival of the fittest, self-improvement of the weak.
Deep in the barren desert
Populus euphratica shows a magnificent picture of life.
At the end of barren Gobi
Populus euphratica stands upright with unyielding backbone.
The spring breeze blows gently and the dew falls.
Quietly rippling out a touch of green waves.
The autumn wind is rustling and Hu Yanfei is tall.
Suddenly brilliant into golden yellow.
Regardless of spring and autumn and winter and summer.
Branches, branches and leaves are always tall.
(4)
Like willow, like yang, like yang.
Wind knives and frost swords changed the shape of Ye Er.
It's crisp in autumn, and first frost begins.
Shining dazzling golden light in the bleak.
Poplar raised handfuls of torches.
Heat up the desolate frontier fortress.
I've been alone for too long.
Optimistic bear too much desolation.
The fate of suffering tempered the iron-like character.
The dedication without regrets exudes the brilliance of bronze casting.
The beauty of life should be appreciated like this.
The joy of life should be sung like this
(5)
Who makes the Qingxi gurgle?
Arouse the lush dreams of the past
Who nourishes manna a little
Bring the weather of dead wood in spring.
A mirror facing the water and the sky.
The reflection also shows a fearless look.
Everything is born to rise and fall.
Aquatic wood complementary growth, enjoy * * *.
Ecological harmony turned out to be so beautiful and touching.
Nature's gifts are sometimes so generous.
May life and interests no longer grieve for drought.
May generations no longer be depressed for survival.
(6)
Loneliness is often full of tragedy.
Tragedy often breeds glory.
Cang Hu Qiu Tian Xia Lu
On the vast desert wasteland
The life-and-death struggle of Populus euphratica
Show a thrilling heroic image
Let the wind blow Sha Fei.
Let the scorching sun and the drought devil try to be brave.
An indestructible group is indomitable.
Endless tribes are getting harder and harder.
Struggle and carve into a life posture.
Will is forged into a solid barrier.
(7)
Facing the sandstorm, stand like a golden shield
Rooted in the towering steel shoulders of Gobi.
Run out of energy and stick to it.
Like an anchor, the roots dig tightly into the bed.
Instead of dying in battle.
A spear-shaped branch-piercing the sky
History waddles wearily.
The years passed helplessly.
Leave a fearless Populus euphratica between heaven and earth.
Charm, majesty, majesty, emperor
Nature has left Populus euphratica with unremitting efforts.
Strong personality, loud voice, strong voice.
(8)
Strong winds followed.
Turn prosperity into desolation again and again.
Sand waves push sand waves.
Bury Populus euphratica in the sand hill.
Bitterness is unforgettable, and pain is unforgettable.
Generation after generation, generation after generation.
How I wish Hu Jianeng would accompany the countryside.
Singing the tragic and heroic of Populus euphratica
How I wish poetry could accompany painting.
Praise the courage of Populus euphratica.
Love is hard to sing, scenery is hard to sing.
Song after song, it feels like heartbreak.
(9)
Come on, why don't you watch this beautiful scene?
Populus euphratica has given people a lot of inspiration and imagination.
Come on, why not sing this epic of life?
How many lessons and expectations has nature given people?
This is a close-up of bravery.
This is a chapter full of philosophy
Like a farmer with a hoe and a plow sweating.
Like a trekking traveler hunched over his back and leaning on a crutch.
Populus euphratica stuck to it in the Gobi without hesitation.
Go through hardships and never give in.
The tree of life stands upright and grows hard.
The song of life reverberates for a long time.
( 10)
After a few lines of sadness and tears, Mo Wen suffered a lot.
Look at the lofty sentiments in repeated struggles.
Ambition is rock solid.
Broad-minded as the sea.
Look back on the road our ancestors took.
Countless obstacles are engraved in my heart.
There is a saying that the laws of nature cannot be violated.
If you go against the Tao, you will die, and if you follow the Tao, you will prosper.
There is a saying that Gan Xuankun has changed a lot.
Once prosperous, it will eventually wither.
The hardest thing is to prosper boldly and decline boldly.
The hardest thing is to be strong in life and strong in death.
( 1 1)
Small boats in the desert roam the ancient road and bathe in the sunset.
The soul of Gobi combed his thoughts and poured out his heart.
The same fate, linked into bosom friends.
The same personality reflects bright light.
Just stand quietly on the sand line.
Just watch silently until the end of time.
In this place where life is hard to survive.
How much we need to rely on each other to strengthen our strength.
In this place with extremely bad ecology
How much we need * * * to encourage * * * to engage in economy arm in arm.
Vulnerable groups are so strong.
The realm of self-improvement is so noble.
( 12)
Resist loneliness and poverty
Only a few drops of rain and a piece of sunshine.
Guard the home, guard the village.
I only wish the mountains and rivers are green and the flowers are fragrant.
The persistent pursuit of beautiful yearning
Bitterness is glory, and joy is glory.
Never show off.
Never ask for credit.
When the sandstorm strikes again,
Have you ever thought of Populus euphratica fighting to the death at the front?
I can't help praising Populus euphratica in Long song.
Brilliant in the past, brilliant today.