Feeling (Gu Cheng)
The sky is gray.
The road is gray.
This building is gray.
The rain is gray.
In the ashes
Walk past two children
brilliant/bright red
aqua
(This poem directly embodies "poetic intuition")
Alley (ancient city)
alley
It's curved and long.
There is no door
There are no windows.
I took an old key.
Knocking on the thick wall
(Think about that particular era)
Tomb bed (ancient city)
I know that eternal death arrival is not sad.
There is my wish in the pine forest.
There is a sea below, which looks like a pool from a distance.
What is with me is the afternoon sunshine.
Time is running out, and the world is long.
I should rest in the middle.
Passers-by say the branches are low.
Passers-by said the branches were growing.
(The tomb bed is the masterpiece of Gu Cheng's later period)
This is Beijing at 4: 08 (index finger)
This is 4: 08 Beijing time.
The sea of handspring;
This is 4: 08 Beijing time.
A magnificent whistle sounded.
The tall buildings of Beijing Railway Station,
Suddenly there was a violent shaking.
I looked out of the window in surprise,
I want to know what happened.
My heart suddenly hurts. it must be
Mother's buttoned needle and thread penetrated her heart.
At this time, my heart became a kite.
The kite string is in mother's hand.
The rope is too tight and will break.
I had to stick my head out of the window lattice of the carriage.
Before that, before that,
I realized what had happened.
-Wave goodbye,
It is necessary to take the station away;
Beijing is at my feet,
Has moved slowly.
I waved to Beijing again,
Trying to grab him by the collar,
Then shouted to her:
Always remember me, mom, Beijing!
Finally caught something,
No matter whose hand it is, he can't let go,
Because this is my Beijing,
This is my last trip to Beijing.
Please appreciate the masterpiece of forefinger. This poem touched some emotion in my heart.
In spring, ten Haizi (Haizi)
In spring, all ten Haizi came back to life.
In the bright scenery
Laugh at this savage and sad Haizi
How long have you slept?
In spring, ten Haizi growled in a low voice.
Dance and sing beside you with me.
Tear up your black hair, ride on you and fly away, dusty.
The pain of your division is all over the earth.
In spring, Haizi, a savage and vengeful man.
This is the only one left, the last one.
This is children of the night, immersed in winter, dying.
I can't help myself. I love the empty and cold countryside.
The grain there was piled high and covered the windows.
Half of them live in the mouth, food and stomach of a family of six.
Half of it is used for agriculture and self-breeding.
Strong winds blow from east to west and from north to south, ignoring night and dawn.
What exactly do you mean by dawn?
This poem is Haizi's last work. The next day Haizi committed suicide by lying on the track. Haizi ... is it true that you can't see the dawn in your black eyes?
Diary (Haizi)
Sister, I am in Delingha tonight, and the night is shrouded.
Sister, I only have Gobi tonight.
I am empty-handed at the end of the grassland.
I can't keep a tear when I am sad.
Sister, I am in Delingha tonight.
This is a desolate city in the rain.
Except those who pass by and live.
Delingha ... Tonight.
This is the only, final and lyrical.
This is the only, last, grassland.
I returned the stone to the stone.
Let the victory of victory
Tonight, highland barley belongs only to himself.
Everything is growing.
I only have beautiful Gobi sky tonight.
Sister, I don't care about humans tonight, I just want you.
(Masterpiece, I personally think this is the best poem by Haizi)
PS: My friend on the first floor posted my poem .. Well, thank you.
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Serenade-When the wind blew away the sunshine that night, I quietly came to your side, put a black veil on your shoulder, gently put the stars and the moon on the bank of the Milky Way, let the moonlight shine on the lake, and let the shadows in the water ripple with the breeze. When the east turns white, I will go to another place instead of the sun. (Original by Gongzi Lin Ze)
Snowflakes from heaven-Snowflakes must come from heaven. Why else is she so delicate and transparent? why
With the infinite beauty and hope of the world? Snowflakes come to this world with the wind, filling the whole sky and winter. She must be an angel in winter. With her, winter is no longer lonely. Snowflakes must come from heaven. Otherwise, why her?
Come quietly, go quietly from beginning to end, quietly? Why is it so mysterious? (Original by Gongzi Lin Ze)
Farewell to childhood-it is another year of childhood when flowers bloom and fall. No beautiful words can stand the test of time.
In the passage of time, the beautiful yesterday is getting farther and farther away from me, and my heart is broken. It is another day to wave goodbye to childhood. I must meet you in my dream. Fairy-tale beauty floats in the wind with helpless sighs. All the good things have been diluted by time and gradually faded away from the glory of the past. I want to say goodbye: goodbye, my childhood, I hope my youth is as beautiful as you! (Original by Gongzi Lin Ze)
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2011-01-kloc-0/217: 41| three levels.
Xi Murong's The Flowering Tree
how
Let you meet me
In my most beautiful moment
for this reason
I prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years.
Pray for Buddha to let us have a dusty relationship.
Buddha made me a tree.
Follow the path you may take.
Under?the?sun
Carefully full of flowers.
Every flower carries my previous hopes.
When you get close,
Listen carefully
Trembling leaves
This is the passion I am waiting for.
When you walked under the tree, you didn't notice me.
On the ground behind you
My friend,
Not falling petals
It is my withered heart
The Love Poems of Cangyang Jiacuo
( 1)
At that moment, I raised my horse not to beg for happiness, but to wait for your arrival.
On that day, the Mani Pile was built not for Xiu De, but to throw stones at the Heart Lake.
That January, I shook all the prayer tubes not to cross over, but to touch your fingertips.
That year, I kowtowed on the mountain road, not to see, but to keep your warmth.
In this life, turning mountains into water into stupas is not for reincarnation, but for meeting you on the road.
On that day, I closed my eyes and suddenly heard the true words in your Ode to Scripture in the fragrant fog of the temple.
That January, I shook all the prayer tubes not to cross over, but to touch your fingertips.
That year, I kowtowed to climb the mountain, not to see you, but to stick to your warmth.
I've climbed over mountains and water pagodas all my life, not to repair the afterlife, but to meet you on the road.
That night, I listened to Brahma sing all night, not for enlightenment, but for you.
That January, I turned all the prayer tubes not to cross over, but to touch your fingerprints.
That year, I kowtowed and held dust, not to worship Buddha, but to keep your warmth.
At that time, I crossed hundreds of mountains, not to repair the afterlife, but to meet you on the road.
At that moment, I soared to immortality, not for immortality, but for your peace and happiness.
(2)
First, it is best not to meet each other, so you can not fall in love.
Second, it is best not to know each other, so that you can not miss each other.
Third, it's best not to accompany you, so you don't owe each other.
Fourth, it is best not to cherish each other, so that you can not remember each other.
Fifth, it is best not to fall in love, so as not to dislike each other.
Sixth, it is best not to face each other, so there is no need to meet.
Seventh, it is best not to make mistakes, so as to make mistakes.
Eighth, it is best not to promise each other, so you can not continue.
Ninth, it's best not to depend on each other, so you don't have to lean together.
Tenth, it's best not to meet each other, so we don't have to be together.
But we met as soon as we met, but we never met when we met.
Andrew and Jun are absolutely in harmony, so they won't teach life and death to be lovesick.
(3)
Living in Potala Palace,
I am the biggest king in the snowy area.
Strolling through the streets of Lhasa,
I am the most beautiful lover in the world.
It's more vivid with Maggie Amy ~
I'm afraid my affection will damage Sanskrit.
I'm afraid I'll miss the whole city when I enter the mountain.
The world is safe,
Live up to the Tathagata.
Sonnet: Autumn (Part III)
Jifeng
I have a house.
Seagulls whitewashed by the sea
Seagulls perched on sailors' windows.
Immature lips are dotted with monologues of the south wind and Chutian.
But the wheat in the north tells me that Haizi is old.
There is no south wind and no windows in your autumn.
You only have wheat fields and terraces in autumn.
Slowly, slowly.
In the slow running of the bus
The white windmill turns slowly.
Return the blue season to the sky.
In this October ... wheat fields and terraces
The season when windmills pass by
I closed Holderlin's poem (this is original).
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Report | 2011-01-kloc-0/615: 41hot waste | Level 4.
Get lost
Light blue
Pale thoughts
Suffocate in the elegant and dancing sunshine
Thin water of sunset
Memories of Chinese parasol trees
Climb over
Shy afterglow
Harvest city
The lonely protagonist moaning
fade out
my
Vague soul
There are still a few days.
Where do you live?
Whispering under the broken rain
for
On the brink of a nightmare
Pick up the dying petals again
Touch her eyebrows with this cleaning.