Everything is fate.
Everything is a cloud of smoke.
Everything is the beginning without an ending.
Everything is a fleeting pursuit.
All happiness has no smile.
All sufferings have no tears.
All languages are repetitive.
All contacts are new.
All the love is in my heart.
All the past is in a dream.
All hope is accompanied by notes.
All faiths groan.
There was a moment of silence when everything broke out.
All deaths have long echoes.
Step 2 bid farewell to Cambridge
I left quietly, just as I came gently;
I waved my hand gently and bid farewell to the clouds in the western sky.
The golden willow by the river is the bride in the sunset;
Beautiful shadows in the waves ripple in my heart.
Green grass on the soft mud, oily, swaying at the bottom of the water;
In the gentle waves of Cambridge, I would like to be a water plant!
That pool under the shade of elm is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky, broken in floating algae and precipitated a rainbow-like dream.
Looking for dreams? Holding a long wormwood, stroll back to the greener grass.
Full of starlight, singing in the splendor of starlight.
But I can't play the piano, just a farewell flute;
Summer insects are also silent for me, silence is Cambridge tonight!
I left quietly, just as I came quietly;
I waved my sleeve without taking away a cloud.
3. Homesickness
Hours later
Homesickness is a small stamp.
I'm at this end
Mom is over there.
Homesickness is a narrow ticket when you grow up.
I'm at this end
The bride is over there.
See you later, huh?
Homesickness is a low grave.
I am outside
Mom, ah, it's in there.
But now
Homesickness is a shallow strait.
I'm at this end
The mainland is over there
4. Tian Wen
The brilliance on the water
One by one, why is it all Twilight?
Lights on the ground
Light after light, why do they all disappear at night?
Stars in the sky
One by one. Why?
It's early in the morning. So what?
Our lives.
Day after day, why?
What about eternity?
When I left, ah
What took me away?
How's the weather?
Is it twilight? Faint?
Is it dark?
Is it dawn? I am upset
select
(Xi Murong)
If I have an afterlife,
Just to get together with you once.
Just for the moment after billions of light years.
All the sweetness and sadness are in a flash.
Then let it happen.
Everything appears in an instant.
I bowed and thanked all the planets for their help.
Let me meet you.
Separate from you
Completed a poem written by God.
And then grow old.
6. Frontiers
(Xi Murong)
If people can really be reincarnated
If there is reincarnation in the world,
Then my love
What were we in our previous lives?
If you used to be a woman picking lotus in Jiangnan,
I must be the one you missed under your wrist.
If you have ever been an urchin who plays truant.
I must have fallen out of your bag.
Brand new marble
In the grass by the roadside
Watching you leave unconsciously.
If you were once a monk with a side wall
I must be the incense in front of the temple.
Burning has been silent with you for a while.
So meet in this life
I always feel a little unfinished.
But it's too vague to distinguish it carefully.
I can't tell you one by one.
Look forward to it
(Xi Murong)
In fact, what I'm looking forward to is
At that moment.
I never asked you to give it to me.
Your life.
If we can be on the hillside full of gardenias.
I'll meet you if I can.
Deeply loved once, and then parted.
Then a long life.
No, just, just.
look back
That brief moment
8. Flowering trees
(Xi Murong)
How to let you meet me
In my most beautiful moment
for this reason
I prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years.
Pray for Buddha to let us have a dusty relationship.
Buddha made me a tree.
Follow the path you may take.
Under?the?sun
Carefully full of flowers.
Every flower carries my previous hopes.
When you get close,
Listen carefully
Trembling leaves
This is the passion I am waiting for.
When you walked under the tree, you didn't notice me.
On the ground behind you
My friend,
Not falling petals
But my withered heart.
9. Rain Lane
Dai wangshu
Dai Wangshu (1905- 1950) is a native of Hangzhou County, Zhejiang Province. The representative poet of "modernist" poetry in 1930s. After the outbreak of the Anti-Japanese War, the poetic style has changed greatly. Representative poems are: my thoughts, heard in the cold wind, accidental achievements, untitled, I use the damaged palm, when it is clear, I am troubled.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to see
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
She does.
Clove-like color,
Lilac-like fragrance,
Sad as cloves,
Mourning in the rain,
Sadness and hesitation;
She wandered in the lonely rain lane,
Hold an oil-paper umbrella
Like me,
Like me.
voicelessly
Cold, sadness and melancholy.
She approached quietly,
Get close and throw again.
Breathing eyes
She floated by.
Like a dream,
As sad and confused as a dream.
Floating like a dream
A lilac field,
I passed this girl by;
She went away silently, far away,
A crumbling fence,
Walk through this rainy path.
In the lamentation of the rain,
Remove her color,
Spread her fragrance,
Disappeared, even hers
Breathing eyes
Lilac is melancholy.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to float over.
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
10. Occasionally
Xu zhimo
I am a cloud in the sky,
Occasionally projected to the center of your wave-
You shouldn't be surprised,
There's no need to be happy-
It disappeared in an instant.
You and I met in the dark sea,
You have yours, I have mine, direction;
You remember it well,
You'd better forget
The light that shines on each other at this intersection!
1 1. One of the youths.
(Xi Murong)
All endings have been written.
All the tears have also flowed out.
I suddenly forgot what kind of beginning this was.
On that ancient summer day that is gone forever.
No matter how hard I pursue it,
Young you are just passing by.
And your smile is extremely shallow.
Gradually disappeared into the mist after sunset.
Then open the yellow title page.
Fate has bound it badly.
I looked at it again and again, with tears in my eyes.
But I have to admit.
Youth is a book that is too hasty.
12. Homesickness
(Xi Murong)
The song of my hometown is a flute in Qingyuan.
It always rings with the moon at night.
The face of my hometown is a vague disappointment.
Like waves in the fog
After parting
Homesickness is a tree without rings.
Never grow old.
13. Love life
(Wang Guozhen)
I don't think about whether I can succeed or not.
Now that I have chosen a distant place,
I only care about the hardships.
I don't think about whether I can win love.
Because I like roses,
Just show your sincerity bravely.
I don't think about whether there will be cold wind and rain behind me.
Because the target is the horizon.
Only the back is left to the world.
I don't think about whether the future is flat or muddy.
As long as you love life.
Everything is expected.
14. The mountain is high and the road is far.
Wang Guozhen
Shouting is an outbreak of silence.
Silence is a silent call.
Excited or not.
Still very quiet.
I pray
As long as it's not boring.
If distance calls me,
I will towards the distant.
If the mountain calls me
I walked to the mountain.
Wear out your feet.
Simply let the sunset smear the road again.
Grab your hand.
Turn thorns into azaleas.
There is no longer road than feet.
There is no mountain higher than man.
15. Facing the sea, spring blossoms.
Author: Haizi
From tomorrow on, I want to be a happy person;
Comb hair, chop wood and travel around the world.
From tomorrow on, I will care about food and vegetables.
Living in a house facing the sea, spring is blooming.
From tomorrow on, write to everyone I love.
Tell them my happiness,
What did the lightning of happiness tell me,
I will distribute it to each of them.
Give every river and every mountain.
Give it a warm name.
Stranger, I will also wish you happiness.
I wish you a bright future!
May you lovers get married!
May you be happy on earth.
I only want to face the sea and spring blossoms.
16. Star extract
backbone
Poetry fragment
It is just a little spray in the ocean of knowledge.
However, they are bright and flashing.
The stars are embedded in the sky of the soul.
Moonlit dream!
remote
Nearby?
But we just don't talk.
Listen.-Listen
This struck a chord!
There is a lot of light and fog in front of you.
Joubo is drunk!
Water tank-water tank
My heart is cold.
Tears are hot.
Heart-a solidified world
Tears-a gentle world
17. Paper boat-for mom
backbone
I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper,
Keep it forever
Keep it,
Folding into a very small boat,
Throw it into the sea from the boat.
Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind,
Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.
I still fold every day and never give up.
I always hope that a place can only flow where I want it to go.
Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
Don't be surprised that he dreams for no reason.
This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.
Wanshui Qian Shan, please ask him to come back with her love and sorrow!
18. Shu Ting "This is everything:
Not all trees
Be broken by the storm;
Not all seeds
Can't find rooted soil;
Not everything is true.
Are lost in the desert of people's hearts;
Not all dreams
Willing to break his wings.
No, not everything.
Just like you said!
Not all flames
They will only burn themselves.
Not illuminating others;
Not all stars
It only means darkness.
Don't report the dawn;
Not all songs
It passed by my ear.
Didn't leave it in my heart.
No, not everything.
Just like you said!
Not all appeals went unanswered;
Not all losses can't be compensated;
Not all abyss is doomed;
Not all destruction covers the weak;
Not all hearts
They all stepped under their feet, in the mud;
Not all the consequences
It's all tears and blood prints, but it doesn't show joy.
All the present breeds the future,
Everything in the future comes from yesterday.
Hope and fight for it,
Please put these on your shoulders.
19. Shu Ting's To the Oak Tree
If I love you-
Never liked climbing Campbell flowers.
Show off yourself with your tall branches;
If I love you-
Never imitate spoony birds.
Repeat monotonous songs for the shade;
It's not just like a fountain.
Send cool comfort all year round;
It's not just a dangerous mountain peak.
Increase height and set off dignity.
Even during the day.
Even spring rain.
No, these are not enough!
I must be a kapok beside you,
Standing with you as the image of a tree.
Roots, close to the ground;
Leaves, touching in the clouds.
Every gust of wind blows,
We all greet each other,
But no one
Understand what we said.
You have your copper branches and iron stems.
Like a knife, like a sword,
Like a halberd;
I have my red flowers.
Like a heavy sigh,
Like a heroic torch.
We share cold waves, storms and lightning;
We like mist, flowing mist and rainbow.
As if we were separated forever,
But they are lifelong dependent.
This is great love,
Loyalty is here:
Love-
Not only love your strong body,
I also love your stand, the land under your feet.
20 reasons to miss home.
Author: I am ethereal
Village entrance, old elm trees, set each other off into a scene.
And I, a coin floating in the wind.
In a casual moment, by a bird.
The topic is scattered, the neon is dim and hidden in the corner.
There is a handful of dirt, which is covered.
Thin maturity and unyielding personality.
Seeds in the mountains only need a little sunshine.
And enough water to nourish life, it will be in
The barren land thrives in a wanton manner.
Occasionally, one or two cold eyes
It hurts to blow off the newly exposed buds.
Homesickness stands silently, rooted in the ground.
Greedy sucking, the sound of mountain springs flowing.
The old cow on the shore drank my skin lovingly.
Season and busy farming season, endlessly seep into the blood.
At this moment, it is raining lightly.
Has been wet with acacia, blurred eyes.
Parents who are chasing the wind, looking out, have bent their backs.
Keep your eyes on the mountain road leading to the distance
See if you have come, carrying a small tree and money.
Wave and shout, get drunk with a long folk song
Sniffing the old house, lonely day and night.
The reason why I miss my hometown is actually a lock.
And the key to touch the heart is in the hands of parents.
Hold it tight, tight, tight.