"The night is heavy,
Trap the earth.
New year's day is coming,
Ah,
Beautiful bright red wings,
She has Huang Chengcheng's gold grains in her mouth-
The seeds of the future.
The sound of wings "flapping",
Loneliness shocked me.
Their blood-like light,
Shining all night,
People wake up in the curtains,
How happy I am to see the New Year! "
In the poem, Mr. Wang told the secret of life through the mouth of the New Year, asking people to treat the golden seed of the New Year well and plant it quickly!
192 1 year-old in the evening, a bedroom by the West Lake in Hangzhou. Zhu Ziqing and Ye Shengtao, a Suzhou teenager who had known each other for a long time, welcomed their long-awaited talk. The light is out. Light the white candle. Finally, Zhu Ziqing, immersed in the pleasant atmosphere of a long talk, looked at the time and read a new poem to Ye Shengtao: I watched 192 1 year pass by in two flickering white candlelight except at night.
This new year, having a long talk with friends makes my husband happy. 1948' s New Year also makes Mr. Wang happy. On the morning of New Year's Day (1948), Zhu Ziqing attended the New Year's party in the I-shaped hall, and in the evening, he attended the New Year's party hosted by teachers and students of the Chinese Department of Tsinghua University. The main program of the party is yangko. The students made him up, wore a red and green dress and a big red flower on his head. Although he was in poor health, he twisted with his classmates excitedly, which was the most serious. When he got home after the meeting, he wrote in his diary: "It was very pleasant to attend the New Year's party of the Chinese Department in the evening." His spirit of getting along with young students touched many people.
Flowers bloom in spring.
In the fiery red sun
Listen, that's the song of a bird.
They knocked at the door in surprise.
The first door in spring
White clouds bring warm thoughts.
Long-lost greetings
Brought us new year's greetings.
Those heavy laughter.
Just like mom and dad's hands, full of labor and harvest.
A glass of hard liquor.
Full of homesickness
Get me drunk on a windy morning.
Wandering wanderer
I quickened the pace of going home.
The girl I love
Long time no see.
Like a trembling spider web in my hometown.
Silently grew into a cocoon
I want to leave while the spring breeze is still early.
So I can ask my beloved girl.
Love, will she bloom in this spring?
two
The clear wind is blowing from a distance.
There is a girlish smell there.
Whispering with wild lilies
Instant bloom
Green, lover's arm.
Twist gently and hug you.
Striking the strings of spring
The distance between seasons is so strong that it is irresistible.
As the earth breeds hope.
On New Year's Day, I met the villagers.
Talk about past gains
Calculate 365 days and solar terms.
Speaking of spring
Everyone's eyes opened again.
At that time, corn was strung under the eaves.
Huang Chengcheng's exultation
The whole house is floating around, making people feel scared.
Feel excited and practical
So I somehow remembered.
A snowy day many years ago
Family photos taken by relatives at home.
three
Touch the first drop of dew
Spread out, it is colorful.
The snow and ice in the north have melted.
Trees in the south spit green.
In the ticking sound of cars
Along the way, it was a spring wedding.
Happiness is destined to come in life.
Where will you wake up?
Listen to the sacred song
Everything in front of me is beautiful.
Something convenient to touch.
Love at first sight is like poetry and water.
Then get pregnant sweetly in spring.
But I will still think of that village.
A village located in a field.
Fly in the direction of the river
Is it a breeze that keeps blowing?
Let me look around.
A little girl who just grew up
She stood at the intersection of her house to meet her.
With the gesture of spring flowers.
I dedicate this poem of blessing to you.