The full text of Bing Xin Fanxing?

The following is the full text of Bing Xin's "Stars":

The stars are twinkling——

The deep blue sky,

Have you ever heard their conversation?

In silence,

In the dim light,

They praised each other deeply.

Two

Childhood!

It is the truth in dreams,

It is the dream in truth,

It’s a tearful smile when remembering.

Three

Thousands of acres of trembling——

On the edge of the dark island,

The moon is coming up!

< p>The source of life,

the place of death.

Four

O little brother!

Three bright and joyful stars in my soul,

Gentle

< p>Indescribable

O child deep in the soul!

Darkness,

What a profound description!

The depths of the soul,

The depths of the universe,

The resting place in the brilliant light.

Six

Mirror -

Looking at the opposite side,

it feels unnatural,

it is better to turn it over Good past.

Seven

Those who are awake,

are only lonely and angry people!

Listen to the fortune-telling gong,

p>

Destroy the fate of the world.

Eight

The broken flowers are dotted on the branches;

The birds flew away,

The ground was scattered with red——

Is life also such a glimpse?

Nine

The most difficult thing to hide is Meng'er,

Clearly ,

Honestly,

told

the secrets and worries in your own soul.

Ten

The tender green buds,

said to the young people:

"Develop yourself!"

Pale white flowers,

Said to the young man:

"Contribute yourself!"

Dark red fruits,

He said to the young man:

"Sacrifice yourself!"

Eleven

Infinite mystery,

Where to find it? < /p>

After the smile,

Before the words,

there is infinite mystery.

Twelve

Human beings!

Just fall in love,

We are all long-term travelers,

Dian the same destination.

Thirteen

A corner of the city wall,

The blue sky,

The horizon is boundless——

This is heaven - earth.

Fourteen

We are all natural babies,

lying in the cradle of the universe.

Fifteenth

Children!

You can enter my garden,

Don’t pick my flowers——

p>

Look at the thorns of the rose,

It hurts your hand.

Sixteen

Young man!

For future memories,

Describe your current picture carefully.

Seventeen

My friend!

Why do you say I am "silent"?

There are things in the world,

Beyond language and words.

Eighteen

Literature writer!

Sow your seeds with good intentions,

Discover your fruits anytime and anywhere .

Nineteen

My heart,

is like a boat,

passing through the ups and downs of the sea of ??time.

Twenty

The flower branches of happiness,

In the hands of the God of destiny,

Looking for the perfect person.

Twenty-one

The strings outside the window were plucked,

My heart!

Why is it so deep? In the lingering sound?

It is the sound of infinite trees,

It is the infinite moonlight.

Twenty-two

Life and separation——

It is the hazy moon and day,

Death farewell——

< p>It is a haggard fallen flower.

Twenty-three

The lamp of the soul

Brightens in silence,

Extinguishes in excitement.

Twenty-four

To those who have never seen Bailian, Sunflower admits that they are best friends.

The white lotus came out of the water,

The sunflower lowered her head:

Her graceful pride,

separated herself.

Twenty-five

Death!

Rise up and praise him;

It is the end of silence,

It is eternal rest.

Twenty-six

The high mountain tops,

The deep and vast sea -

A cold heart,

It is passionate tears;

Poor little people!

Twenty-seven

Poet,

It is the world The greatest joy in fantasy is also the deepest disappointment in reality.

Twenty-eight

The waves of my hometown!

Your splashing waves,

How did you knock me drop by drop in the past? The rock,

knocks on my heartstrings drop by drop.

Twenty-nine

My friend,

I am sorry for you;

The comfort I can give,

Just a cold smile.

Thirty

Has time just passed by like this?

Except for misty thoughts,

Nothing has been accomplished!

p>

Thirty-one

Family is the most unkind -

People's tears,

are his harvest.

Thirty-two

The thorns of roses,

are the anger of those who pick them,

are her own comfort happy.

Thirty-three

Mother!

Put aside your sorrow,

Let me indulge in your arms,

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Only you are the settlement of my soul.

Thirty-four

It is not the rolling waves that create the new land,

it is the tiny sand beneath it .

Thirty-five

Thousands of angels,

will rise up to sing praises to the little children;

Little children!

< p>His small body contains a great soul.

Thirty-six

The sun penetrated into the stone gap,

and said to the tiny thorn fruit:

"Lend me Stretch out your strength,

liberate your imprisoned self!"

The tree trunk came out,

A solid rock,

< p>Cracked in half.