Where the moon rises.
Author: Kojima
Moon rises
The sound of a carving returning to the nest.
There are fish jumping out of blue light.
There is a piano playing an old legend.
I don't know whose eyes.
Fall on the birch tree and blink.
Show wisdom and detachment
night
But throw it on the moon.
Infinite tenderness
It was also that night.
Those posted on the window
Grandma cut off the window grilles.
Wrapped in ice flowers
In my dream
It melted.
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. ...
In front of the window, there is a lilac.
The road twists and turns.
Walking into the dense green courtyard,
We put a clove,
Plant it in the teacher's window.
Teacher, teacher,
Let its green branches and leaves,
Put your hand in your window,
Stay with you every night.
Listen, listen,
Green leaves rustle in the wind,
That was when we were in song for you,
Help you get rid of the fatigue of the day.
You see, you see,
A tree full of flowers,
That's our smiling face,
Thank you for always supporting us.
It's late at night, and the stars are sleepy and blink.
Teacher, put down the lesson plan quickly.
Let the flowers float into your dreams,
That dream must be sweet and fragrant.
seawater
Seawater, seawater, let me ask you:
Why are you so melancholy?
Seawater answer with a smile:
I hold the sky in my arms.
Seawater, seawater, let me ask you:
Why are you so salty?
Seawater answer with a smile:
Because the fisherman is sweating.
Lang Hua
Where is the spray booth?
Home is in the sea.
When does the sprayer open?
Excuse me, wind.
What color is the spray?
White as a cloud.
How much is the spray?
There are thousands of flowers in Qian Qian.
The sea is asleep.
The wind stopped,
Lang stopped laughing,
late night
The sea is asleep.
She holds the bright moon,
She has stars on her back,
That gentle tidal sound,
It's her snoring in bed.
The wind at sea
The wind on the sea is a flower god,
As soon as she arrived,
Ten thousand waves will bloom. ...
The wind on the sea is a pianist,
As soon as she arrived,
Only play 10 thousand songs ...
The wind on the sea is Hercules,
As soon as he comes,
Send away 10 thousand fishing sails ...
The wind on the sea is a lion,
As soon as it growls,
Just making waves. ...
moon
The moon in the sky goes round and round,
It shines like a jade plate in the sea.
A group of fish swam over,
The tracts were broken into two or three pieces.
The fish ran away in fear,
All the way to the rock.
Looking back,
The moon is round.
Hope to adopt, thank you!