Moonlight on the left hand, Yu Xiuhua
Baba lives, draws water, cooks and takes medicine on time every day.
Put yourself in when the sun is clear, like putting a piece of dried tangerine peel.
Drink tea in turn: chrysanthemum, jasmine, rose and lemon.
These beautiful things seem to take me on the road of spring.
So I kept the snow in my heart again and again.
They are too white, too close to spring.
Read your poems in a clean yard. This kind of human thing
Trance is like a sparrow flying suddenly.
And time is bright. I'm not fit for grief.
If I send you a book, I won't send you poetry.
I will give you a book about plants and crops.
Tell you the difference between rice and barnyard grass
I tell you, barnyard grass is terrible.
spring
Don't praise me, in spring,
When I was a teenager, in the prime of my life
Even if beauty can't tempt me, I still hope you will keep it in your heart.
If you love, just look at me, always look at me.
I first exposed the wrinkles around my eyes.
Of course, there is also a heart like a walnut.
On the tree after spring,
It's enough for you to dance a few more times.
Actually, what I want to say is,
At dusk, we go to the fields in the breeze.
Look at the dandelion turning yellow.
There is also grass, which rubs itself with clouds.
At that time, I didn't have to look back and always believed.
You have always supported me.
I need you to pose like this.
Praise the days when you were with me.
Don't call me smart, affectionate and kind.
Occasionally say: you stupid woman
I spent half my life sharing it.
Mother made a white hair out of these odds and ends.
Only everything is happy.
They formed another spring.
We are in such a spring
It just warms Hengdian Village again.
The old man with popcorn is still on the corner, and the incandescent lamp is dim.
Who eats late at night?
Only the residue of life keeps falling from the corners of the mouth.
The rose didn't bloom. When she noticed.
There is always a time to wither.
It is unfair that a flower has two springs.
The scar on the wrist hurts when the moon shines.
There is no sorrow after a long separation.
In fact, when it comes to sadness,
The mountains are green.
I am a woman who has never been to a place where long sleeves dance.
Always getting old.
Only eyes can nest in the lake.
I keep jumping, peach blossoms keep falling,
Snowflakes keep drifting.
Finally, I have to fall to the ground.
Long hair in the wind
Only now,
We are trapped in spring again.
Rainy, gorgeous to ordinary spring.
I like it only because.
It rose patiently from the ground again and again.
Every spring, I sing and watch the clouds floating in the south.
If the wind is lighter, it will be the real spring.
Alone on the ridge,
Dandelion holds a small flame.
Running in the spring, all the way to the village.
He can't hear my singing.
I always want to call him. I have a lot to say.
A flower blooms too short,
There are too few days when a spring can't stop.