Author: Wang
The quality of being reserved and unobtrusive, and I don't expect flashy splendor and rivalry.
Introversion is a very difficult book, always putting humility on the top of your head.
When life is thrown into the heavy reality, I just want to have a heart of gold.
Huiji Cangsheng
2. Trees
Author: Ai Qing
Tree after tree, independent of each other.
Wind and air, tell them the distance.
But under the cover of soil, their roots were elongated.
In the invisible depths, they cling to their roots.
3. Lost years
Author: Ai Qing
Unlike lost luggage, you can get it back at the lost and found office.
Lost years, even I don't know where I lost them.
Some bits and pieces disappeared, and some were lost for ten or twenty years.
Some are lost in the noisy city, and some are lost in the distant wasteland.
Some are crowded stations, some are lonely under small oil lamps.
What is lost is not like a piece of paper, it can be picked up, but more like a bowl of water thrown on the ground.
Being dried, there is no shadow, and time is a flowing liquid.
A sieve and a net can't be salvaged, and time can't become a solid.
If only it were fossils, even tens of thousands of years, they could be found in rock formations.
Time is also like gas, like smoke from the front of a speeding train.
The lost years are like a friend who has lost contact and suffered some hardships.
Get news suddenly; Said he had left this world.
4. Peach blossom
Author: anonymous
Every time I open the window and look around.
You will open your mouth and sing loudly.
I saw you pick up your pink horn and blow out a touching song.
It seems to be telling something happily, and I have thought about it for a long time.
Oh, so you're telling people that spring is coming.
5. Tree leaves in winter
Author: bitter children
Leaves are eager to turn green in winter.
I am eager to shuttle through the changing time and space and turn my lifelong dream into a dream.
The geese entrusted to the south are helpless and close to the cold.
The leaves fell, and the coolness stung the earth.
Thin and clear veins write fatigue into the blood.
With the scars of the monsoon