mistake
Chou-yu Cheng
I walked through Jiangnan.
The appearance in the season is like the opening and falling of lotus flowers.
If the east wind does not come, catkins will not fly in March.
Your heart is like a little lonely city.
Like a bluestone street facing the night.
Without sound, the spring in March will not be revealed.
Your heart is a small closed window.
My dada horseshoe is a beautiful mistake.
I am not a returnee, I am a passer-by.
Out of context-Bian Zhilin
You stand on the bridge and watch the scenery.
The landscape observer is watching you upstairs.
The bright moon decorated your window,
You decorated other people's dreams.
A generation
Gu Cheng
The night gave me black eyes.
I use it to find the light.
no
Gu Cheng
In spring,
I gently waved my handkerchief,
Is to let me leave,
Or return immediately?
No, it's nothing,
Nothing, because,
Like a fallen flower in the water,
Like dew on a flower ...
Only the shadow knows,
Only wind energy can understand,
Only the sighing butterfly starts up,
Still flying in my heart ...
far and near
Gu Cheng
You,
Look back at me,
Watch the clouds later.
I think,
When you look at me from a distance,
You observe the clouds up close.
I love this land.
Ai Qing
If I were a bird,
I should also sing with a hoarse throat:
This land hit by the storm,
This river of sadness and anger will surge forever,
This endless wind,
And the gentle dawn from the forest ...
And then I died,
Even feathers rot in the ground.
Why do I often cry?
Because I love this land deeply. ...
weight
Han Han
She put her bloody head,
On the scales of life,
Let all the survivors,
It's all lost.
-Weight.
Shian Nala
Xu zhimo
The most is the gentleness of bowing,
Like a lotus, it can't overcome the shyness of the cool breeze.
Take care, take care,
There is sweet sadness in the treasure—
Shian, Nora.
once in a while
Xu zhimo
I am a cloud in the sky,
Accidentally projected to the center of your wave.
You shouldn't be surprised,
There is no need to be happy,
It disappeared in an instant.
You and I met in the dark sea,
You have yours, I have mine, direction;
You remember it well,
You'd better forget,
The light that shines on each other at this intersection!
alley
Gu Cheng
alley
It's curved and long.
There is no door
There are no windows.
I took an old key.
Knocking on the thick wall
arc
Gu Cheng
Birds are in the high wind
(of a road) curve sharply
Teenagers go to pick it up
A penny
Vines born of fantasy
And an extended contact line.
The waves flinched.
And humpback