Yu Shuping
Spend the night in the mountains
Stones should be left overnight, while grass and dust should be left on a mountain.
Similarly, you need moonlight to come in,
In the shadow, let the wind pass through the room.
Stone also has a good texture,
When I am lonely, I want to sing a lethal song loudly.
The best and worst results are at the top of the mountain.
Like a cuckoo, reckless and noisy.
Potatoes are still old-fashioned,
The night is always dark,
Eyes in the mountains never open, bigger than moonlight.
I sleep on rocks, in running water,
Everything goes through the intestines,
On this mountain, I fly like a butterfly.
so poor as if everything had been washed away—penniless
I hope you are like a stone,
A stone with jade in its chest,
A stone that is penetrated by water but not painful,
Either hide the happiness deeply or let the pain be discounted.
It has a long history.
I like that you changed from a tough guy to a tough guy,
Gold and silver inside, poor outside.
Sometimes I don't hesitate to be senile.
Lighting a lamp is just to illuminate a mountain.
There are more insects and trees in Longshan.
Worms are covered with trees,
Climb out of a small future.
There are more dogs and more singing birds in Longshan.
Dogs can only beat gongs and drums occasionally at most.
The stars in the entertainment circle are still birds, and dogs only look up.
There are many hills in Longshan.
But at night, we only light a moon lamp.
You can light up the mountains.
2065438+April 28, 2008
Down the hill, still turning.
I see, some things, such as depravity, need to be flashed back.
And turning.
In fact, the same is true of noble birds.
If you want to be happy in the world, you must convince yourself with twists and turns.
It turns out that the downward road is far more circling than the upward road.
I never wanted to,
Obviously throwing the mountain far away,
Inside, but it keeps turning.
Where goats go, people can't reach them.
After all, they go further and higher than us.
Like a cloud, always proud.
They make the rocks on the cliff fragile,
Where wolves can't reach,
The rest, only sunshine and kindness.
Their cry is rain, or flowers on a stone.
Such a pure bloom will never be achieved by human beings.
2065438+May 3, 2008
My leaves
I like you in the tree, in the leaves,
Leaves as lush as you,
Silence together, joy together,
I am endless in the rain, and you shed a tear.
Sunny, same flowers, same smiling face.
I must love all the leaves,
Be sure that I loved you.
I accepted all the leaves,
Be accepted by you.