1 Night in the South-Feng Zhi We sat quietly by the lake.
Listen to the swallows tell us about the quiet night in the south.
They brought the quiet night in the south,
Reed is full of heat at night.
I feel the intoxication of the southern night,
Please also smell the strong smell of this reed.
You said that a big bear is always like a white bear in the cold zone.
Looking at it will make you cold all over.
At this time, the swallows skimmed the water gently.
Stars are scattered on the lake. ——
Please look at the stars in this lake.
The starry sky in the south is such a scene.
You said you suspected the ginkgo pine over there.
It seems that the snow on the tree has never melted.
At this time, the swallow flew to a palm tree.
Sing a warm song.
Please listen to the swallow's song.
This is the scene in the southern forest.
Always feel that we are not tropical.
Our chests will always be as calm as autumn and winter.
Swallow says there is a rare flower in the south.
I was alone for 20 years before I opened it once.
This is what it feels like to have a flower hidden in your chest.
It will open like a fire in this quiet night!
2 hasty author: Zhu Ziqing
Swallows have gone, and there is a time to come again; Willow withered, there is a time to green again; The peach blossom has withered, but it has blossomed again. However, smart you tell me, why are our days gone forever? Someone stole them: who is that? Where is it hidden? They escaped by themselves: where are they now?
I don't know how many days they gave me; But my hands are getting empty. Counting silently, more than 8 thousand days slipped away from me quietly; Like a drop of water on the tip of a needle in the sea, my days are dripping in the stream of time, without sound or shadow. I can't help bursting into tears.
Go wherever you go, and come wherever you come; What's the hurry between going and coming? When I get up in the morning, two or three sunsets shoot into the hut. The sun has feet, and it has moved gently and quietly; I also follow the rotation blankly. So-when washing your hands, the days pass from the basin; When eating, the days pass from the rice bowl; When I was silent, I passed by my eyes. I think he is in a hurry. When I reached out to cover my arm, he passed by the covered hand again. When I was lying in bed at dark, he passed me and flew away from my feet. When I open my eyes and see the sun again, it will be a new day. I covered my face and sighed. However, the shadow of the new day began to flash with a sigh.
What can I do in the days when I fly away, in the world of thousands of families? Only wandering, only running; In the rush of more than 8,000 days, what is left except wandering? The past days, like smoke, were scattered by the breeze, like fog, evaporated by Chu Yang; What traces did I leave? Did I leave traces like hairspring? I came into this world naked, and I will go back naked in the blink of an eye? But it can't be flat. Why did you come for nothing this time? You are very clever. Tell me, why are our days gone forever?
You are an April day on earth-a hymn of love.
Lin
I said you are the April day of this world.
Laughter lit up the surrounding wind;
Your soul dances in the glory of spring.
You are the cloud on the first day of April.
Breathing the soft wind at dusk
The stars twinkle with unconscious light.
The rain in Mao Mao sprinkled the flowers with joy.
That's light, that's elegant, and you are,
You wear a crown of flowers,
In your naive and serious way
You are the full moon every night.
When the snow melts, you look like a yellow gosling
You are as tender as a bud.
How subtle! Long live!
The water is floating, and you are looking forward to Bai Lianhua in your dream.
You are a blooming flower from tree to tree.
Swallows chirping on the beam.
You are love, warmth and hope.
You are the April day on earth!
4 "A Flowering Tree"-How did Xi Murong let you meet me?
In my best moment, for this.
I prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years.
Pray for Buddha to let us have a dusty relationship.
Then the Buddha turned me into a tree.
Follow the path you may take.
In the blooming flowers, I wait in the sun.
Every flower carries my previous hopes.
Please listen carefully when you come near.
The trembling leaves are my passion for waiting,
When you walked under the tree, you didn't notice me.
On the ground behind you
Friend, that's not a petal.
But my withered heart.
5 ? In memory of a maple tree, I want to write some poems and save some of your last green leaves. -From the diary
On the hill by the lake
The tallest maple.
fall ...
On an autumn morning
Several villages
And this Shan Ye.
I heard it, and I felt it.
The sound of maple trees falling
Jiajiade doors, windows and roofing tiles
Every tree, every grass
Every wild flower
Birds in the tree, bees in the flowers
A boat moored by the lake
tremble with fear ...
Is it because of sadness?
This day
The whole village
And this Shan Ye.
Wandering with a strong fragrance
faint scent
Fall on people's hearts
It's colder than autumn rain.
accidental
A maple tree
The epidermis is gray and rough.
With a bitter taste.
But in its life,
But it stores so much fragrance.
sweet
Sad
Maple is upright.
Lying on the grass and thorns
So big, so green.
It looks better than standing.
And magnificent and beautiful.
On the third day after logging,
The branches and leaves are still in the breeze.
Shake in a rustling way
There are still bright dewdrops hanging on the leaves.
Like a billion pairs of tearful eyes
Say goodbye to nature
Oh, the white crane by the lake
Oh, the eagle in the distance
Still flying towards the maple tree
maple
Break into wide boards
Ring by ring.
Flow out in a circle
Solidified tears
teardrop
It is also fragrant.
Not tears, right?
This is the life of the maple tree.
There are no dead blood cells yet
A hill near the village
Shrink a lot
As if bowed his head.
fall
A maple tree
fall
Life connected with the earth
6 "Accidental" Xu Zhimo
I am a cloud in the sky,
Occasionally projected into your heart-
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!