A star is shining—
Deep blue space,
Have you ever heard them talk to each other? In silence,
In the twilight,
They praised each other deeply.
The second childhood! This is a fact in the dream,
This is a real dream,
Memories are tearful smiles.
Three dreams are the most obvious and clear,
Honestly,
Tell you the secrets and worries in your soul.
Four green shoots,
Say to the youth: "Develop yourself!" "
Pale flowers, and the young man said, "contribute yourself!" " "
The crimson fruit said to the youth, "sacrifice yourself!" "
Five young people! For future memories,
Draw your present picture carefully.
The lamp of the soul shines in silence and goes out in excitement.
Seven sunflowers for people who have never seen Bai Lianhua,
Admit that they are best friends.
White lotus emerged from the water,
Sunflower bowed her head: her elegant pride,
Separate yourself.
It is not the rolling waves that create new land, but the tiny sediments under it.
The bigger the flower of speech, the smaller the fruit of behavior.
Ten weak grasses! Be proud,
Only you decorated the whole world.
Eleven fragmentary poems are just a little spray in the ocean of learning; However, they are bright and twinkling, embedded in the sky of the soul like stars.
Twelve, my heart! Be alert and don't fall into the vortex of nothingness! Thirteen successful flowers. People only marvel at her present glory! However, at the beginning, her bud was soaked with tears of struggle and shed blood rain of sacrifice.
Fourteen nights of rain and the weaving of filar silk affected the poet's mood.
A calm heart can build a deeper world in any environment.
sixteen
How lovely the spring morning is! Melting wind, fluttering sleeves, quiet mood.
Seventeen birds are in the air! Why argue with your partner in the cage? You have your own world.
Eighteen crowns? It is a temporary glory and a permanent bondage.
Nineteen Haibo kept asking about the rock, but the rock always answered with permanent silence. However, its silence has been thought about millions of times.
Twenty bees are writers who can melt; Suck out different fragrant juices from flowers to make them original and sweet.
Twenty-one meteors, flying out of the sky, may stare for a second? However, this glimmer of light has long been left in people's hearts.
Twenty-two hearts are surging against the current, and time is moving forward; The boredom of youth is in this whirlpool of communication.
Twenty-three white flowers are not as good as green leaves, and strong wine is not as good as light tea
It's clear at the head of the river on the 24th, with white fog, which is the weather in the south of the Yangtze River. It's raining-all I know is that there is a blue sea, but there is a green river. This is my parents' hometown!
Twenty-five mothers The wind and rain came, and the birds hid in the nest; The storm in my heart is coming, so I can only hide in your arms.
Goddess of poetry
She stood quietly outside the window!
Curtains are blown up by the wind-inside the window, outside the window,
At this moment, suddenly interrupted into endless silence.
Listen,
It's like this: full of tenderness, slight sadness, and lingering desire.
It's late at night and people are quiet. There are only flowers and me in the room. Please come in!
Just stand there?
How do I deserve to meet you?
Goddess of poetry!
Come on, that's it,
There are countless thoughtful people outside the window.