Shao Tingting
I want to set foot on that beautiful rainbow
Write down a touching legend
It is drizzling on the left and oblique sunset on the right.
Red, green and yellow are galloping in the air.
I can't reach the sight and sigh in space.
I want to draw a gorgeous and charming rainbow.
People say that all good things will die.
Tell the blue sky: I don't believe it!
Why are there golden rainbows?
In my heart forever rises?
One day, my firm pace
Of course, I can set foot on that beautiful rainbow!
Midnight talk
Set out alone at night
The scenery is too late to be trimmed.
All the clues of memory have been broken since then.
Andante like a song, the good mood is slowly relaxing.
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The wind ended the wandering years and blew to the sunny harbor.
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So in this midnight meditation,
Please let me wave again.
break away from
Time flies, the old green trees and white flowers bloom.
2 Rainbow Fu (Prose Poetry)
Rainbow, riding the sweet wind and covered with intoxicating rain, flew from outer space and opened my lost dream. ...
Rainbow is like a goddess coming out of the bath, standing quietly between mountains and seas, holding the golden sun and dressing up in front of the mirror. Clouds on the hillside are her fluttering hair, and mountain springs are her long laughter. Her unique beauty is beyond the reach of many beautiful women. Where can I find seven-color gauze clothes in the world? Her skirt is full of dance, her gentle dance fascinated Hong Fei in the past, and her natural beauty suddenly made Fang Qun lose her luster.
The rainbow is like a huge lyre, leaning against the sky, and Yue Xian rises first. The red string is bright, like a marching horn; Orange strings are melodious, like a shepherd boy's piccolo; The yellow string is bright, like the hoofbeat of a war horse; The green line is fresh, like a stream among trees; The blue string is deep, like a waterfall in a canyon;
The blue string is far away, like a love song in the moonlight; Purple strings are gorgeous, like elegant dance music. Seven kinds of music are noisy and urgent, like a spring stream, like birds singing together. Seven-color strings are bright and harmonious, and meet into a beautiful brocade, which turns into Yue Xian and floats to the world, so that the world can enjoy extraordinary holiness.
Rainbow is a seven-color pen like a rafter, drawing blue sky, colorful clouds, Daishan Mountain and clear water, and drawing a colorful world. I also drew a rosy dream in the sky, sketching a crescent moon, carrying me in the Tianhe River. Every stone in Tianhe is crystal clear, and delicate fish are invited to swim freely in the crystal clear water, showing their masterpieces without anxiety or shyness. The crayons shook, the river was glittering and translucent, and even the kiss of the fish printed a brilliant color ring. The magnificent Tianhe River flows leisurely, carrying moon boats and dreams, drifting towards the universe and eternity.
Rainbow is a flying seven-character poem, one word and one color, interwoven into a bright art world. That gorgeous poem will grow wings to light up the flowers in the forest, dye the willows on the green shore, wake up the sleeping mountain forest and blow open the budding buds; Will fly to the hearts of lovers, create colorful reverie, and let bosom friends enter the warm artistic conception with love.
Rainbow is more like a colorful bridge flying in the sky. This end is connected with the real present, and the other end leads to the boundless sky. Standing on this shore is endless today, and going to the other shore will be like a picturesque future. Is it a dream or an illusion? Is it happy or sad? If you don't stop, you can only spend your life in the swamp. With a sincere heart and stepping on the rainbow, we can integrate into the tomorrow woven by true feelings.
Rainbow, riding the sweet wind and covered with intoxicating rain, flew from the outside and brought me into the charming world.
Rainbow/poetry
My heart is a fallen leaf that stops in your courtyard. Even if the wind is strong, I won't leave, because you gently picked me up with your hands and cared for me with your heart, so I will never leave. ...
4 Bodhisattva Full of Great White Land (1933) Chairman Mao
Red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple, who is dancing with color training?
After the rain, the sun went down again and the mountains were blue.
When the fighting was urgent, the village wall was smashed by bullets.
Decorate this mountain, it looks better today.
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Dabaidi: North of Ruijin, Jiangxi.
After the rain, the sun sets again: Man Bodhisattva Xia "After the rain, the sun sets and the apricot blossoms are gone."