Bing Xin’s short poems in the poetry collection are as follows:
1. Creator - If there is only one promise of bliss in my eternal life, I will sincerely ask for: " I am in my mother's arms, my mother is in the boat, and the boat is in the moonlit sea."
2. The stars are twinkling - in the deep blue sky, I can never hear their conversation, in silence. In the light, they deeply praised each other.
3. The broken flowers are decorated on the branches, the birds have flown away, and they are scattered all over the ground - is life also such a glimpse?
4. Children! You can enter my garden, but don't pick my flowers - look at the thorns of the roses, they hurt your hands.
5. The bigger the flowers of speech bloom, the smaller the fruits of behavior are.
6. The flower of success, people are only amazed by her current beauty! However, her bud was soaked in the tears of struggle and sprinkled with the blood of sacrifice.
7. Flowers in the corner! When you are alone and admiring yourself, the world becomes small.
8. Dusk - late at night, the strong wind under the locust flowers, the rain of honey on the wisteria, maybe allow me to stop you, my sick brother, you have just fallen asleep!
9. The sound of the chicken - inspiring others! Did he ever get comfort himself?
10. The passengers called out: "Helmsman! Be careful of the reef in the fog." The helmsman smiled quietly and said: "I know the waterway I am traveling on, and that's enough!"
11. I can't play the piano, I just listen silently, I can't paint, I can only be silent Looking at you, I will not show perfect love, I will only pray devoutly.
12. Stars can only make young people’s hair white, but they cannot dull their hearts.
13. The roses in the sky are so red that they are in the soul of dreams, the pine branches in the sky are so green that they are in the soul of dreams, but the words in the sky cannot be written in the soul of dreams.
14. Mother! When the storm comes in the sky, the birds hide in their nests. When the storm comes in my heart, I only hide in your arms.
15. Young people! Just describe it carefully, time is turning the pages of the book, please write!