A lot of dreams, and being together at night.
The current dream squeezes out the previous one, and the latter one drives out the previous one.
The dream before going is as black as ink, and the dream after going is as black as ink; It's like saying, "Look, I look good."
The color is good, but I don't know;
I don't know. Who are you?
I don't know. I have a fever and a headache.
You come, you come! A clear dream.
Who brought patches of green and put them on the roadside?
Who stole the layers of yellow sand and dotted the mountains?
Who picked the white flowers and scattered them on the lake?
Who struck the harpsichord and made the brook Yan Ni sing?
Who released the peace and let the geese fly freely?
Who sowed hope and let it grow in the fields?
Mother Yan, who is busy building a nest, flies around, and she will tell you,
The chick that broke out of its shell staggered into the sun with its eyes open.
Kiss the red kite in the blue sky and fly up and down, and she will tell you,
The duckling jumped into the pond happily, chasing, playing and rippling.
Tender wicker swaying in the wind, she will tell you,
The beautiful wings of butterflies twinkle on the stamens blown by the warm spring breeze.
Today we are the rising sun in Ran Ran.
Tomorrow my heart will be higher than the sky,
Today we are a trickle,
Tomorrow it will become a big river, growling and growling.
Today, we are young eagles out of the nest.
It will fly high tomorrow.
Today we are flowers in bud,
Tomorrow will be colorful and charming.
We are who we are,
The red scarf burns on the chest.
Please see you tomorrow.
We will lift mountains and stir rivers,
Hold up the modern motherland,
Fly to the golden goal ...
Buds are your years.
Wrapped in green leaves
Jiao zhi jiao
Like a smile in my sleep.
Spring is your festival.
Singing is full of your schoolbag.
Just take out a song and say it.
Jump, jump
Prosperity is your waiting.
When you can control the world.
Colorful dreams
Will come true with your creation.
Ah, you are the earliest festival of mankind.
It is also the most permanent expectation of mankind.
You are the earliest enlightenment of mankind.
This is the greatest hope of mankind.
Who has ever seen the face of the wind? You didn't, and neither can I.
But when the leaves on the branches are shaking, the wind is passing by.
Who has ever seen the face of the wind? You didn't, and neither did I.
But when the leaves hang down their faces, the wind is blowing.
I want to know why the grass is green and why the wind is always invisible.
Who taught birds to build nests, and who told trees to stand and rest?
When the moon is no longer full, where can I find the missing piece?
Who lit the sleeping stars? Make the stars twinkle?
Who painted colorful rainbows in the sky and hung those furry clouds so high?
I'm busy,
I'm busy,
I was busy shaking the torch,
I'm busy shaping myself,
I'm busy moving drums and cymbals,
I am busy playing the reed flute for the Spring Festival.
I'm busy making happiness predictions,
I'm busy interviewing the truth,
I'm busy transplanting the tree of life to the battlefield,
I am busy turning fermented blood into the juice of love.
Until one day I died,
Like the tail color of sleeping in a smiling pond,
I'll turn off the lights and rest,
I just had a beautiful finish,
For example, a book of poems;
Cover my land,
This is the cover of that book of poems.
I'm busy,
I'm busy.
1 dusk
My silence rang Miller's late bell on the wall,
The holy one who rode on a donkey to Jerusalem has not returned yet.
Ignore the sly look of that lamp,
Please tell me: Who lit the first match?
2 road
Wheels, horseshoes, flashing horns, hunting flags,
The will not tired is forward.
Why complain about innocent shoes?
You ah! A burnt-out torch dried the fish in the pond.
3 expectation
Every silver raindrop is a beating word,
Crazy lightning is the headline of a group of people.
Wake up from the threshold of the night and turn off the black cat of dreams.
Listen to the rolling thunder and report the sunshine news for me.
Four clouds
Don't walk in my blue sky again
My pigeon once told you: I am not a believer in art gallery school.
See how I abuse the queen with a pencil sharpener,
You will understand that this season should make the fruit ripen quickly.
5 summer
White heat. White heat. The voice of the pioneer.
Falling. Falling. The weight of blood clan love.
When the phoenix flies into the blazing fire,
Why, I have to sleep in the shade of the cross to enjoy the cool.
Six birds
Fly into the poems of old Indian poets, jump into the palm of the Persian queen,
What about me? Silence is like a mute, stupid and wingless.
Aristophanes once brought his ideas into the theater,
There is no port for me in Penguin Country of France.
7 diaries
Yesterday, Tan. Close the narrow door of the soul,
Schiller's robber, Nietzsche's superman.
Today, the sun is shining. Polish the eyes of the camera,
Shoot van Gogh? Chrysanthemum sunflower, Rodin's spring.
8 lies
There are hunters with guns in the mountain village.
Owl, don't laugh.
Some girls suck water in the desert,
Camel bell, please don't tell your loneliness and sadness.
9 confession
My faith can't be imprisoned in an underground kiln in Zantigan.
Counterfeiters are always afraid of the sun.
On judgment day, the prodigal son climbed home,
If the wheat doesn't die, where can we collect the land and grain?
10 tears
The lullaby injected too much mist into the blood vessels in the cradle.
I woke up today and realized that I was a shell abandoned by the sea.
A hand that kisses the earth cannot hold an elegant song decorated with pearls.
The source of this poem comes from the painful Nile.
homesickness
In the past, I was a king, happy and rich.
The princess next door is my beautiful wife.
We harvest the pearls of sorghum and the gems of corn.
And gold paper hanging on the old elm tree.
What about now? Now I'm broke.
Pop songs and neon lights make my brain anemic.
Standing on the crazy street,
I don't know where to go.