The sun, the sun that stings my heart!
Drove away the wandering dream of going home,
Add his nine-bend ileum for twelve hours!
The sun, the burning sun!
Dry the dew on the grass tip,
Can you dry the cold tears of the wanderer?
The sun, the sun driven by six dragons!
Save me my daily probation,
I ran for five years in one day. What are the disadvantages?
The sun-golden bird-the sun!
Let me ride you around the world every day,
You can visit your hometown once a day!
The sun, the sun just rising in the corner of the building!
Didn't you just come from our east?
My hometown is still intact at the moment?
The sun, the sun from my hometown!
Is the official willow in Beijing wrapped in autumn?
Alas! I am as haggard as late autumn!
The sun, the never-ending sun!
You seem homeless, too.
Ah! Your life is as unimaginable as mine!
Sun, self-improvement sun!
The universe is probably your hometown.
Can you show me the direction of my hometown?
The sun, this is not like my mountains and rivers, the sun!
The wind and clouds here have another common color,
The tone of birds singing here is particularly bleak.
The sun, the sun of life!
But who doesn't know that you are passionate about the eastern half of the ball,
-at the same time, the wisdom of the western half of the ball?
The sun is also the sun in my hometown!
I can't go back to my hometown at the moment,
I will call you my hometown, and I will get what I want.
The sun, shining with kindness!
See you later, I should go home once;
My hometown is not underground, but in the sky!
pray
Please tell me who is from China.
Enlighten me how to hold my memory tightly;
Please tell me the greatness of this country.
Tell me gently, don't make any noise!
Please tell me who is from China.
He has a heart of Yao and Shun,
Whose blood belongs to Jing Ke Nie Zheng,
Whose legacy is Shennong Huangdi?
Tell me that wisdom is strange,
Said it was a gift from hippo;
Tell me the rhythm of this song,
It was originally taught by Phoenix in Nine Treasures.
Please tell me the silence of the Gobi.
And the solemnity of the five mountains? say it again
Taishan's stone slippers are still dripping with patience.
Is there harmony in the Yellow River?
Tell me again, that tear.
Is Confucius mourning the death of Lin?
You have to tell me about the laughter,
Zhuang Zhou Chun Yu Kun Dong Fangshuo's smile.
Please tell me who is from China.
Enlighten me how to hold my memory tightly;
Please tell me the greatness of this country.
Tell me gently, don't make any noise!
3. In short
There is a saying that it is a curse.
There is a saying that can light a fire,
Although no one has said it for 5 thousand years,
Can you guess the silence of the volcano?
Maybe he was suddenly possessed,
Suddenly, there was a thunderbolt in the blue sky.
Explosion:
-"Our China!"
What should I say today?
You don't believe that Cycas blooms,
So there is a sentence you listen to:
When the volcano can't help but be silent;
Don't tremble, stick out your tongue and stamp your feet.
Wait until the blue sky thunders.
Explosion:
"Our China!"
Step 4 color
Life is a worthless piece of paper,
Because green has given me development,
Red gives me passion,
Huang taught me loyalty,
Blue taught me to be noble,
Pink gives me hope,
Gray gives me sadness;
And then finish this color picture,
Black will kill me.
Since then,
-I'll ruin my life,
Because I like his color.
5. stagnant water
This is a backwater of despair,
The breeze doesn't move at all.
Why don't you throw more rubbish,
Throw out your leftovers.
Maybe copper will turn green into jade,
A few petals of peach blossoms are embroidered on the tin can;
Let greasy weave a layer of Luo Qi,
Mold steamed some clouds for him.
Let the stagnant water ferment into a ditch of green wine,
Full of pearl foam;
Little Pearl smiled and became a big one.
I was bitten by a flower mosquito who stole wine again.
A desperate backwater ditch,
And a little image.
If frogs can't stand loneliness,
Dead water again. It is singing.
This is a backwater of despair,
This is definitely not the beauty,
Why don't we leave it to ugliness to cultivate,
Look at the world he created.
Wen Yiduo's rainy night
A few clouds, relying on the power of thunderstorms,
Sweep all the stars and the moon at the end of the day.
A gust of wind also shouted to grab the fragile branches,
The branches twisted desperately,
But you can't avoid the claws under the wind.
The wind, the sad rain-
I listened and thought;
If the dream appears in front of me at this time,
I must hold him forever and not let him go;
Cut out my heart and give him a gift,
He wants me to be his best friend.
The wind is still moaning in the trees,
Li, who was in tears, understood horribly.
My dream has still not come true.
Oh! I really hate it.
Don't fake ones have their own dignity?
Wen Yiduo's Snow
There are countless fluffy smallpox scattered at night.
Woven into a beautiful coat,
Gently put the gaunt world,
Wrapped up from head to toe;
Add a layer of mourning to the dead.
Iraq buried a fish scale roof,
But I can't bury cigarettes on the roof.
Ah! Wisps of smoke!
Like a poet's upward soul,
Penetrating your body: going straight to heaven.
Struggling wind and frost ravaged the world,
Trembling creatures in the forest have been fighting for a long time.
The last thing I saw was Edith,
Everyone cheered: "Peace has arrived and the struggle has succeeded!
Isn't this the white flag that surrendered at the end of winter? "
Wen Yiduo's Sleeper
The lights went out and people were sleeping;
Silver tide at the end of the month
Flowing out of the leaves and rushing into the window,
Shooting on a sleeping cymbal,
Kissed his mouth, snuggled up to his face,
Wash away all emotional appearances,
Only dreamy innocence is left,
Shut there, with eyes, ears, nose and mouth
You can't even tell the difference.
Ah! This is the true nature of people!
This is the real creation of nature!
There is only one pattern in nature;
Drop the moon and face.
Oh! But I love this sleeping person,
I'm afraid of him when he wakes up!
The more I look at this lovely sleeping position,
It is even more terrible to think of that sober face.
Ah! Let me sleep before he wakes up!
But sleepy as a swallow in autumn,
Sweep in front of my eyes for a week,
Suddenly turned over and flew away,
I wonder when I can get it back.
Moon, consider the silver tide carefully!
Sleep, open your intestines and drink deeply!
Drink, drink! I fell asleep after drinking it!
Don't wake up again, don't wake up!
But speak louder and snore!
I only like to listen to the magnificent echoes of nature,
He warned me at this time.
The man's heart was forbidden to open at the bottom of the palace,
God is in there!
Wen Yiduo's poet
People say I'm a bit like a star,
No matter how bright, you should be the companion of the moon.
It's never as useful as candles-
We must also work according to the world, not just to look good.
People say that the spring breeze blows me, and it is a rose like fire.
Blow it again and it will become a pile of ash;
The rest of Ye Er is like real armor, and thorns are like bee needles.
Who dares to hug his naked chest?
Some people prefer the distant mountains to me:
They want to see my color from a distance,
But I don't believe that in the depths of white clouds,
There is another world-the kingdom of heaven.
The rest of us are either saying this or that,
It's just that none of them are right.
"Thank you friends!" I said, "Leave me alone,
How can you care about me when you are so busy?
When you feel hot and stuffy in a busy schedule,
The wind blew, and you accidentally drank it.
Don't ask who sent it,
Naturally, I will think that he is just right! "
Wen Yiduo's Lessons at the End of Time
The sun hit the bed and scared away the dream.
Yesterday's troubles are gone, and today's troubles have not come yet.
Ah! Such a plump quail sound,
Knock out of the rice forest-come to my heart to make honey,
For me, the bottom of everything is honey,
Incorporate into a group of happiness-the only true meaning of life.
At this moment, time looked at me and smiled.
I crossed my hands and prayed to him: "Give me endless periods!"
Terrible! That smile or sneer;
There? He frowned and became angry.
"land! Land! " Listen to the bells on the wall,
The fruit galloped like a trot.
The rider seems to be growling:
"Create as much happiness as possible to fill the time;
Can it be tied with time to accompany happiness? "