I like walking barefoot on the beach and listening to the sound of the microwave oven.
That rhyming song is very charming.
I grew up listening to this blue song.
I walked and listened.
Sometimes when you get drunk, you stop.
My feet left traces on the wet tide prints, and the tide rushed up to smooth them one by one.
I kept walking, leaving footprints.
My footprints are love letters to the sea, and between the lines are filled with my attachment to the sea.
The sea accepted my love.
Therefore, those footprints were not erased by the tide, but were collected in its heart.
2, "Rain Lane" Author: Dai Wangshu
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in a long, long and lonely rain lane,
I hope to meet a girl as sad as lilac.
She is lilac color, lilac fragrance and lilac sadness.
Sorrow in the rain, sorrow and hesitation;
Like me, she lingered in this lonely rain lane with an oil-paper umbrella.
Silently like me.
Cold, sad, melancholy.
She approached quietly, approached,
Take another breath. She drifted like a dream,
As sad and confused as a dream.
Like a lilac garden in a dream,
I passed this girl by;
She left silently, left,
A crumbling fence,
Walk through this rainy path.
In the lamentation of the rain,
Remove her color,
Scattered her fragrance, dissipated,
Even her sighing eyes are lilacs.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella,
Wandering alone in the long,
Long and lonely rain lane,
I hope to float like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
3. "Be grateful"? Author: bluebirds fly across the sky
I appreciate it.
Finally can accompany your heart.
Complete this journey
yesterday
Embracing the sky is like dreaming.
cannot reach
I endured the scorching sun.
imagine
a cup of coffee
Patterns splashed on snowflakes
mood
Like the take-off and landing of an airplane.
Some weightlessness
feel
Better than the performance in "Drunk House"
More real
Maybe from now on.
My concern
It will be like a passenger plane in a dense fog.
A little confused
But you're here
The stadium is right here
Reading aloud is an indispensable skill in modern cultural life, and it is also an ancient and young language art. It is ancient because it has existed since written records, young because we still need it to convey information today, and it is an art because good reading aloud is a true communication between spiritual records, an infinite communication between emotions and feelings, a collision between history and reality, and a sincere gift from spirit to spirit.