Jumping bodhi leaves
Recognize this transparent body,
Leaves of wisdom fall on the earth?
Depression, kindness and purity-
A cold flame flashed that day,
A leaf fell to the ground silently,
Can only prove wisdom and loneliness.
Lonely zero will die in front of the wind
Yesterday and yesterday, beauty
Still can't escape the majesty of time;
I believe that I sleep best here.
Bones, the trace of a soul remembered by the moon,-
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The shade under the bodhi tree was last year!
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Sorrow in August
The white ducks are swimming in the yellow pond.
Sorghum stems are too high,
How to insert this beating heart,
A narrow road in the field, this August sorrow?
The hill was washed away by rain last night.
Leave another shadow to shine on the sun;
The sheep followed the shepherd into the village.
There is a well in the shade of a big tree, which looks like a heart!
Nobody said anything in August,
Summer has passed, and it is not autumn yet.
But I looked at the fields, the melons on the earth walls,
I still don't understand what life has to do with dreams.
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time
The seasons of the world are always changing.
In spring, you left many red traces, saying goodbye gently,
I don't want to sigh autumn with anyone when I come back!
Now even the yellow leaves of autumn clouds are lost.
In the distance, there is only a gray sky left.
Completely lonely, you can't stand listening to the cold wind alone?
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laugh heartily
She smiled so sweetly and deeply,
Is it round like that? a string of pearls
Shiny, bursting childlike innocence!
The bottom of the clear spring floats and flows to the water surface.
Brilliant,
Spread out!
Who laughs well and flowers bloom?
So light, don't wake up.
Xiaoxiang inadvertently went with the wind,
On the low wall, the setting sun shines in front.
death by hanging
homesickness
He laughed so high that this 100-story building,
Let unknown birds hover? who is it?
Laughing in the rotation of thousands of wind chimes,
From the eaves of each layer of glass
shake up
Tian Yun?
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Kunming is the scene (lost)
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A low building facing the street,
Shimada Hanzo stood half-propped up in the street,
Tiles covered it, the window opened a crack,
The sunset dyed it red, like writing a distant dream.
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Days after rain
I like this rainy day,
The plain is covered with grass!
My heart is always floating in the wind,
The wind blows:
Blow away vanilla, fallen leaves,
Blow away a cloud, like smoke-
Like smoke.
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commemorate
Intermittent music, the most beautiful is gentleness.
At night, with the stars in the day.
On the stalk of memory, who doesn't?
Two or three have a graceful demeanour, flowers are blooming.
The nameless unfolding
The fragrance of wild lotus,
Moonlight when each petal is still.
The wind blows on the lake, and my hair is messed up, or
The water is wrinkled like a tapestry of fish scales.
The vastness in all directions is like a dream
Rippling with the past wandering in the center
No trace, everyone.
Knowing that picture,
The reflection of the memory submerged underwater!
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When can I have it again?
Very quiet;
Dissolve and stand in the spring breeze,
Facing the mountain, facing the river?
When can I do it again?
Full of hope;
New green, whispering poetry,
Climb the tower and listen to the bell ring?
When, when, heart
To really understand.
The distance this time; Age of mountains and rivers;
Yesterday's silence, the bell
Yesterday's people
Why are you drawing shadows again today?
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Crossing Mount Tai at dusk
Remember that day?
The heart is the same river,
Let dusk come,
The moon hangs on the chest.
Like this Mount Qingdai,
today，
Author: Tong I love only one person in my life 2005- 10-4 22:36 Reply to this speech.
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Two Beautiful Poems Ten Poems by Vivi Lin.
Heart is an obstacle to arrogance;
Lush,
Don't forget the sunset glow,
Huge,
But listen to the wind under your feet,
At night-
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Cry for three brothers.
Thirty years of air combat.
Brother, I don't have a language suitable for the times.
Mourn your death;
This is the requirement of the times,
Easy, you gave it.
This cold and simple heroism is a poem of the times.
This silent glory is you.
If in this inevitable fact,
I paid more grief, and I wanted to shout,
That's-you know-
Because you left too early,
Brother, it's too early for your bravery,
Mechanically backward, your chances are too bad!
In three years, you were killed over Chengdu.
The changes in these three years,
If I tell you, don't be sad,
Because most of them are not our native countries,
But others move forward in the times,
Our souls are bleeding and blown to pieces.
We have allies, supplies and weapons,
Just what you want.
I remember, I remember how I was with you.
Discuss, discuss, count,
Every day you wait patiently,
Every day is empty, as slow as a camel!
Expelling the machine now is not your best day.
Driving the "Eagle 75"—
So stupid, so slow, ah, don't be sad, brother.
You did your best,
Never mind who misses you, the times can't be measured.
China is coming, and the night is waiting for the dawn.
Dude, I used so many ugly words.
This is a poem mourning you,
Believe how bitter my heart is and how dumb my throat is,
I know you're not coming back,
The blood of young people has been replaced by science;
China's sorrow will sink in my heart forever.
Oh, don't be sad. You can't give comfort when you are sad.
I think about it several times every day:
You have given all you have to your brother who went with you.
The same is true, give your life;
Everything that was once young; There is still a chance in the future,
Possible mature work, wisdom in old age;
Possible love, family, children, and so on.
Right to life and happiness; There is also a struggle for life!
Who are you paying so much for? You believe
How many people in China will be happy in the future?
Your head is more important than yourself; The Immortalizer
China's history needs to exist permanently in the world.
You believed it, you did it, and finally you handed it in.
I totally understand why I'm still crying for you.
Just because you are a child, you have left nothing for yourself.
I looked forward to your happiness when I was a child, and I looked forward to your peace in wartime.
Today, you have no children to worry about, and you need old-age care and comfort.
Thousands of people have forgotten who you died for!
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ginger
I want to take this moment's boldness.
Calm, clear-headed
Drinking the sweet fresh dew of spring,
Wave the sword of thought,
Let's dance That glance is the sharpest.
Sharp, like snow in the wilderness
Shining in the cold light of the moon,
Spit out cold and exciting light; -yeah,
Cut off the lingering during this time,
An argument with obscene meshes,
Cut out flawless transparent film,
Look at you, pure beauty,
Naked majesty.
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Then step on it
Any peak climbs the white clouds.
And brocade-like light, in a
Changhong, overlooking the surging sea,
Under the quiet blue sky,
Write down my surprise and joy,
Give me the hottest tears,
My faith, sincerity and power of love,
Worship forever,
Worship before your beauty!
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You are an April day on earth.
-Compliments of love
I said you are the April day of this world.
Laughter lit up the surrounding wind; Lightweight and flexible
Dancing and changing in the splendor of spring.
You are the cloud on the first day of April.
The evening breeze is soft, and the planetesimals are there.
Unintentionally flashing, drizzle sprinkled in front of the flowers.
That's lightness, that's elegance, and you are, Xianyan.
You are wearing a crown of flowers, and you are
Naive and solemn, you are the full moon every night.
After the snow melts, the goose is yellow, and you are like; fresh
The first green bud, you are; Gentle and happy
Water floats with white lotus in your dreams.
You are a flower and a swallow in the tree.
Whispering between the beams, you are love, warmth,
It's hope, you are April day on earth!
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Author: Tong I love only one person in my life 2005- 10-4 22:36 Reply to this speech.
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Three Beautiful Poems Ten Poems by Vivi Lin.
Autumn, this autumn
This is autumn, autumn,
The wind should be soft;
The sun is still smiling,
Shining with gold, boasting.
He really doesn't have much.
The most extravagant morning and evening!
Everywhere, in this autumn,
Patches are lying around.
Shan Ye, among the branches and leaves,
Like a drunken butterfly, or
Coral pearls, luxurious separation,
Colorful landing on the ground.
At this time, my heart is like a song.
Shining in the water of the mountain spring,
Beads splashed out.
The voice of the rock is singing.
Full of enthusiasm at this time.
It's all yours, autumn knows,
Know the wild in autumn,-
Autumn inadvertently fell in love with it.
Inadvertently confused!
But autumn, this autumn,
He held a fantastic wedding reception,
Not for your happiness:
He released his hand and put it around,
Illusion like falling flowers,
It is also because of uncertainty.
Sadness, in the final analysis.
In the center of life!
A rustling wind, from
Last night, the outer edge of the west window,
Shake the buttonwood and cry. ——
At first you wanted to know:
Lotus leaf has not been damaged;
The canoe stopped in the middle of the current;
Whispering in summer nights, insects singing,
I still believe I'm still hugging.
Warm and sweet in the ear;
But the buttonwood leaves bring osmanthus fragrance,
The light has been turned on.
Everything is different, he said with a flash:
As long as a night of wind, a night of illusion.
The cold fog fascinated my eyes,
In this late autumn,
Who are you arguing with? Behind the reality
It's realistic and absurd,
Is fruit an incredible lie?
Doubt can't resist simple cruelty,
Stop pitying the bleeding sadness,
Take the time to admit it.
Creation is a craftsman of destruction.
Faith is just a scent,
That good idea can't stand the west wind any longer.
Whistling through the buttonwood!
If you can't forget, you can't forget.
Birds I've heard before;
I believe it is because of the flowers I have seen.
Should sleep in the middle of the past. ……
The pride of autumn is the fruit,
Not a bud.-Life doesn't allow you.
Don't give you accumulated fragrance;
Hand over each layer of light and heat color;
Drain your most embarrassing acid.
At this time,
Never cry; Or make a phone call;
There is no need to close your eyes and pray;
Looking to the future;
As long as it's low, in silence, low.
There is a sleepy bear, a bear.
This autumn with falling leaves
Listen to the wind and pull the strings together;
This night, this night, this tragic change!
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sit still/quietly
Winter has its purpose,
Cold is like a flower,-
The flowers smell fragrant and there are memories in winter.
The shadow of dead branches is thin and smoky,
Drag a pen by the window in the afternoon;
In the cold, the sun is weak and gradually inclines. ...
(That's it) suddenly.
Speak like a guest
I sipped my tea silently.
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life
Life,
You are a tune,
I am singing;
You are a river.
I am a small boat with a small white sail.
When I was a traveler,
You, the fields, the mountains.
Anyway,
Upside down, closely connected
You and me,
I will pass through you forever;
I am alive,
You are the river where I live,
Reason and strength are the same.
Your appearance
It's the heartbeat in my chest.
Five-color brilliance
But we are intertwined.
Didn't get each other into trouble.
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Now that I'm dead,
You,-
I'll give you away!
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delay
When all emotions
All converge into a sadness.
Such as small rivers, large rivers and confluence.
The boundless sea,-no matter
How to run, how to hover,-
There is a strong wind blowing on the river, and large and small stone eggs,
Made several counter-currents.
Small port, like
That life, unintentional peace.
Avoid the mainstream; emotional
Pingbo is getting more and more sad.
Stop, this Mercedes-Benz blood;
They don't have to relax completely.
Cause tears.
You might as well toss and turn a few times before you go back into the water.
Despite all this confusion,
All this is to build logic.
Put desperate conclusions, a little bit.
Delay, delay time,-
Delay rational judgment,-
Will give pure emotion another hope!
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Love wish
I'd rather be a fallen leaf,
Let the rain fall everywhere;
Or a cloud, in a clear blue sky,
No longer connected with the earth.
But grab that sad sign,
To touch the disappointment that has not landed;
Twilight, night shift, tiptoe,
Everything is empty, without tenderness;
Forget the existence of this world; Have you;
Mourn for those who have loved;
Falling like a fallen flower, forgetting to go.
The emotion in these tears.
Nothing will be left until that day comes,
Less than an instant, a gust of wind.
Trace, you have to forget me, too
I live in this world.
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laugh
Her eyes, her lips,
There is a circular vortex on the lips.
As beautiful as dew,
A bright smile.
Hiding in the shining shell teeth.
That's laughter-God's smile, beautiful smile;
The reflection of water, the light song of the wind.
Laughing at her loose curly hair,
Scattered in her ear.
Soft as a flower shadow,
Itchy sweetness
Into your heart.
It was a smile-a poetic smile, a picturesque smile:
Traces of clouds, soft waves of waves.
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Hear music in the middle of the night
This must be your finger again,
Flip,
In the middle of the night, I feel sad.
I can't help blushing,
Listen quietly,
The vivid scene of midnight black boy.
Listen to my heart,
horrible
I know, but how can I respond?
Life has already defined her style,
Too weak
It is people's beautiful imagination.
Unless there is such a day in my dream,
you and I
Let's climb the string of hope.
Author: Tong I love only one person in my life 2005- 10-4 22:36 Reply to this speech.
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Reply: Ten beautiful poems by Vivi Lin.
It's very well written. The little girl should like it.
Author: Xiaolong Xia 2006-5-20 15:44 reply to this speech.
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Reply: Ten poems by Vivi Lin, a beautiful poem.
Exquisite life, beautiful dream
-About that woman named Lin Weiyin.
I began to understand Lin Weiyin from her poem "You are an April day on earth".
In fact, Lao Dong doesn't know much about modern poetry. All he can do is watch the fun. Even if I like it occasionally, it is only a superficial understanding. Very emotional, very direct, it is difficult to say a truth and sentiment. However, I don't know which day and on which website I happened to see her "You are April Day on Earth". In addition, there are some beautiful pictures and a faint sad music, which makes me unconsciously attracted by her little poems. When I started to walk into all her literary works, I naturally started to walk into her world and into her life ... I saw a special woman, an extraordinary woman, a woman.
In fact, it was in April 2006, and I wrote an article-"Lin Weiyin, you are an April day on earth". It was posted on a small observatory. Unfortunately, the small website was closed soon and the post was lost! It's April again, in the blink of an eye. More than 360 days and nights naturally passed. Looking back, I am very emotional! With emotion, I still can't think of her independently. I still want to write something about her, because her delicate life experience really moved Lao Dong, involving some of his deepest emotions, almost involuntarily. ...
"Be a woman to be Lin Wei because ..."
I remember that after the post of Lao Dong was sent out, many female netizens sent out such almost identical feelings! Yes, Lin has been immersed in the milk of love all her life. She has always been deeply loved and paid a deep love. Her love includes all kinds of feelings, such as love, affection, friendship and sympathy for the people ... As a woman, what can be compared for thousands of years? Who dares to compare?
Lin was called the most beautiful and perfect woman of that era. Even now, the world has never doubted it.
Influenced by scholarly family, Lin absorbed the essence of China traditional culture. When she was a girl, she studied in a missionary school, which exposed her to western culture and learned to speak English fluently. At the age of sixteen, she lived in England with her father and traveled around Europe, which broadened her free horizons. When we entered the society, it was the time when China's literary circles emerged one after another. The passionate and independent characters of several writers care for her, brush her and forge her character of loving life and freedom. She can express herself freely in various styles, and she can also think and write freely in two languages. She admits that she grew up with bicultural education. English is an internal thinking and expression, a sense of beauty and a complete cultural world for her. The collision and integration of Chinese and western cultures has created a "cultural forest emblem". She is a poet and an architect, but she is not exactly a poet and an architect, because she is a multifaceted "cultural forest Yin Hui". With perfect emotion and personality, rich knowledge and experience, she plays her creative talents in the cultural field.
Lin Weiyin has few literary works, but his poems, novels and essays have become the best works of his generation. Her works have their own feminine beauty, but they are not limited to small patterns. She is not a delicate woman who doesn't eat human fireworks. Her works reveal amazing understanding of folk customs and sincere feelings for human beings.
Through elegant talent and beautiful words, we gradually approached her.
Just reading her most famous poem "You are April Day on Earth" can reveal her beauty, and also her uniqueness and elegance, which is unique to a woman like her. ...
I said you are an April day on earth;
Laughter lit up the April wind;
Your soul dances in the glory of spring.
You are the cloud on the first day of April.
Breathing the soft wind at dusk
The stars twinkle with unconscious light.
The rain in Mao Mao sprinkled the flowers with joy.
That's light, that's elegant, and you are,
You wear a crown of flowers,
You are naive and serious,
You are the full moon every night.
When the snow melts, you look like a yellow gosling
You are as tender as a bud.
Soft and cheerful white lotus is floating in the water.
You are a blooming flower from tree to tree.
Swallows chirping on the beam.
You are love, warmth and hope. ...
This poem has been written for more than 70 years, and it has almost gone through a person's life course. However, reading and tasting it still makes people sigh-so clear, so concise and delicate, just like Lin Weiyin's life, it makes people feel moved and sincerely admire.
Vivi Lin said, because he fully expressed his feelings:
"Life must experience rich emotions, make yourself rich, generous and tolerant, be able to understand and sympathize with all kinds of' humanity', understand yourself and not criticize yourself or others. It is not difficult to do what you can't do, and it is not difficult for others to do it. " "The meaning of people living is basically that they can experience emotions. They must have wisdom and thoughts to understand emotions ... their own or others'! If you can express what you have experienced and understood in words again ... so that others can gain more meaning in life, it should be the whole meaning "(to Shen Congwen III).
She said she did it. She painted the most touching picture in the world with her true feelings. ...
There are three famous men in her life.
Xu Zhimo, the first generation poet, lived for Lin Wei because of "nomadism", even went crazy, and finally died because of it; Jin (a famous architect), who has never been married, will be as beautiful as autumn leaves all his life; Liang Sicheng (the eldest son of Liang Qichao) is a lifelong companion.
During the period, the emotional entanglements were ups and downs, and it was difficult to take a few strokes. There are two plots, but they always make people feel deeply moved and sigh.
Xu Zhimo died in a plane crash while attending a lecture in Vivi Lin. Her husband, Liang Sicheng, is also a generation of architectural masters. He took back Xu's body from a far place because it hung on the bedside all day! It is not difficult to imagine how cultivated and accomplished Liang Sicheng is! How tolerant he is of another man who is a rival in love! And Lin Weiyin is a kind of tacit understanding ... Think about her mentality at that time, how could it not be painful!
Jin and Lin Wei love and admire each other, and Lin also made it clear to Liang frankly and frankly. He told Lin in great sorrow: "If you really love each other, I sincerely wish you all the best." Similarly, it once again shows Liang's extraordinary and extraordinary as a man!
Lin Weiyin leads a clear, true and happy life. In particular, she met a reasonable and considerate husband, Liang Sicheng, who came from a prominent family and was also a grandmaster. This cannot but be said to be God's deep love for this peerless woman! She didn't repeat the tragic fate of "unlucky beauty". She should enjoy the most beautiful feelings in the world. ...
Lin undoubtedly has a beautiful face, beautiful feelings, beautiful talents and beautiful words. ...
In her poem Lotus Lantern, she explained her purity as jade and ice:
If my heart is a lotus.
With lighted wax in the middle.
Yingying, although it's just that cut.
I also want it to show its glory proudly. ...
Be a passer-by in the universe
Know this exquisite life and die calmly.
This unstable process is also a
This is a beautiful dream. ...
This beautiful woman has already become a legend, and has been fixed by history as "April Day on Earth". ...