Contemporary-Wang Guozhen
Men always miss towards the distant,
Towards the distant is to make life more brilliant.
Walking on the rugged road,
Young eyes are full of dreams and ideas.
Whether walking alone or together,
Let every footprint be solid and powerful.
We learn to endure pain.
Learn to collect tears like pearls,
Save all your tears for the day of success,
On that day,
Even a piece of Wang Yang sea.
We learn to deal with misunderstandings.
Learn to taste the bitter wine of life slowly like drinking.
No matter how many grievances and hardships life has experienced,
We always have young faces,
Wake up every morning.
We learn to deal with rumors.
Learn to face the vicissitudes of the world calmly,
"Suddenly, not surprisingly,
Add without anger ",
This is our greatest courage,
Our cultivation.
We learn to seize every day.
Life is short,
The road is long,
Let's cherish every scenery,
Let's keep walking,
Walking constantly, we have become a landscape.
Toward the distance,
From teenagers to young people,
From youth to old age,
We walked from the stars to the sunset.
2. Scenery
Contemporary-Chen
My friend sent me two photos happily.
The charming natural scenery needs no publicity.
Charming, you stand between mountains and rivers,
Seduce my eyes and stop looking.
Holding a cup of tea, my eyes flew into the distance,
Listening to the birds, the branches are singing happily.
Take a deep breath, and spotless air pours into your heart and lungs.
Watching the fish, laughing and dancing in the green water.
What a striking ink painting Danqing Gallery,
The beautiful mountain peaks are very spectacular.
Watching a canoe floating on the river,
Looking at the smoke, the trees are in full bloom and fragrant.
Beautiful scenery is like the girl of my dreams,
I'm glad to visit you.
As you get closer, you look more reserved and quiet.
I'm going to put my emotions here to inflate.
I'm not an illusion, much less a dream.
The real landscape is like a paradise on earth.
This is a fairyland within reach.
Burning! An unfinished life is a kind of life. .....
3. The voice of the country
Modern-Xu Zhimo
The boat moved slowly in the shade of weeping willows-
A cool breeze in early autumn,
Blow up the velvet on the water,
The voice of the rural areas on both sides of the strait is blowing.
I was resting alone in the window of the boat,
Looking at the waves of the river,
Listening to the sounds far and near-
Once again, it is a tacit understanding with childhood scenes!
This is the call of a crisp child.
There is a lot of work in this field,
Dogs barking and chickens crowing by the bamboo fence:
But this unprovoked lament and sadness!
White clouds are flying in the blue sky;
I want to put the annoying age,
I want to put hate love,
Entrustment and infinite ethereal spirit disappear;
Reply to my simple and beautiful childlike innocence,
Like a spoonful of cold spring in the valley,
Like a bald-headed milk magpie in the breeze,
Like grass flowers in Chi Pan, they are natural and vivid.
4. Early spring
Modern-Shuting
Friend, it's spring.
Dispel sadness and wipe away tears.
Smile at the sun,
Although there is no torrent of flowers yet,
Wash away the shackles of winter,
Filled with the fragrance of drunkenness,
Floods in plains and canyons.
Although there is no birdsong waterfall yet,
Thousands of silver beads splashed,
Scattered in the misty dawn,
Rolling in the street at dusk.
But wait,
Once it thunders,
Dark clouds fled in a hurry.
It was the most beautiful and beautiful dream,
Maybe it will be brilliant overnight.
There is still a chill,
And cold troubles.
If you listen carefully,
On the five old peaks, the wind is still whistling.
Trembling valley,
As if wailing together.
But there are some little cuckoos,
Like an unquenchable flame,
Let heaven and earth warm,
Even the clouds are no longer floating.
Friends, for example,
The reason why spring is beautiful and rich,
Because it passed the final chill.
5. Golden autumn
Modern-new land
Red fruit is fragrant in the whole garden.
On the threshing floor of the farm, tall rice piles were piled into pieces.
Pull a net full of laughter and open the fishermen's faces.
Cold clothes warm the hearts of the soldiers.
After sunset, pick up thin stone tablets,
Throw it on the reed surface.
No matter how deep or shallow it is,
Look at a line of geese carrying golden autumn.