Author: Zhu Xiang
The boat floats lightly, and the willows sway with the wind;
Lotus leaf, green cover, lotus flower, beautiful human.
Sunset, microwave, gold thread across the river,
Go left, brace right, and sing on the lotus boat.
Han Han, half open, bees and butterflies are not allowed to come lightly;
Accompanied by green water, clean and dust-free.
Between streams, picking lotus flowers, water drops slip through lotus money.
Clap, pat, and respond to the song.
The lotus root is ashamed, and the bottom is deep;
No cocoon, no silk, no pupa wrapped in the center?
Pick lotus roots at the head of the stream. Girls should pick them and be barbarians.
The waves sink, the waves rise and the waves sing.
There are many lotus seeds and willows dancing on both sides;
Magpies are noisy, pomegranate flowers fall in Silla.
Picking lotus by the stream, my ears and temples are faintly reddish.
The wind is fixed, the wind is born, and the wind ripples with the song.
The moon is hooked, the sky is clear, Wan Li, Vega morning glory;
Fog blows on the water, and cool wind floats to the lotus boat.
Flowers are fragrant, clothes are fragrant, and they dissolve into a vast expanse;
When it is quiet, when it smells, there is a song in the void.
2. The rebirth of water
Author: Yu
When it just melted from the glacier,
I am fascinated by freedom, although I am the son of Dashan.
But to the sea, because the sea is-the immortality of water.
A big river flows happily!
The company commander can't see the source of its loneliness every day, no matter whether it is a rainy cloud in sight tomorrow.
It's still the whistling sea breeze. Today's waves show off their ownership with jumping Pentium.
I am on this side of the sea.
Author: Tong Wei
You can talk about "black" across the table and the sea.
I walk on this side of the clock. We don't have a church of God.
I lost a pair of feet immersed in seawater.
Drink a ray of sunshine, as God is my witness, who can live better,
A herd of golden wild horses passed through every house in the light belt.
I looked out of the broken wall and there was no driver. Let's drink to their dusty servants.
The table grows with the body and the dead hand is writing hard.
Pink mushrooms grow on the cemetery like noses. Well, God only rings the bell once.
Twelve months, only the sea water passes through the breakwater, twelve months, shotguns and caves in our bodies,
The sea is the mother of a brilliant eloper, and we will always stand in front of her.
The bell seems to come from the bottom of the sea, looking out from the towering window of the coast in December.
A row of blackheads wandered around, knowing what it was like to be blind.
4. Underwater sound
Author: love
The moon that rose from my eyes suddenly fell on yours.
Palm, you just have to fold it into a boat and let it drift to the end of the underwater sound.
We lay on the grass, our hair wet,
Rushing to your forehead, I finally found that you were holding a rusty key tightly.
You ask: Is lying on the grass like a star map fished out of a well?
The nose is a big dipper, and Sirius should be a mole on your lips.
At this time, you suddenly sat up, pointed to a lamp in the distance and said, that was my childhood.
Anyway, I can't hear anything clearly.
Beneath your skin, there is an evening tide. We quickly rowed the boat out of the body and left the sound of water at the end.
5. "If I were a drop of water"
Author: Li Yilei
If I were a drop of water,
I don't want to be a floating white cloud on the horizon,
Please let me make fresh rain silk,
In mid-spring and March,
Quietly wake up the sleeping earth,
If I were a drop of water,
I don't want to be the cold morning frost on the stone bridge.
Please let me make crystal dew,
Bathed in the bright morning sun,
Kiss the flower's face gently,
Or, the sweat on a man's chest,
With the passion of spurting blood and burning,
In order to create a magnificent world,
Or, be a girl's pearl tears,
On a moonlit night,
Sleep in a clean and soft handkerchief,
Let the green messenger,
Bring it to lovers who are lovesick far away.
If I were a drop of water,
I'm going to throw myself into the entrance of the dam,
Convert it into electricity,
Bring light to drive away the night!
If I were a drop of water,
I want to blend in hot fragrant tea,
Moisturize the teacher's thirsty and anxious throat,
Pass on knowledge and confidence to young eager hearts!