1, at night
The river flows quietly into the dreamland, and the dark pine forest loses its noise. The nightingale's song was silent, and the long-legged crake no longer cried happily. When night falls, it is quiet, only the stream is singing softly. The bright moon casts light and puts a silver coat on everything around it. There are thousands of silver stars in the river, and silver waves in the stream overflow slightly. The grass on the flooded vilen is also shining with silver. As night falls, there is silence and nature is immersed in a dream. The bright moon casts light and puts a silver coat on everything around it.
2. Dog Song
In the morning, in the hut where rye was stored, the bitch gave birth to seven puppies-all brown fur-next to a row of golden catties. Bitches love to caress them every day, licking their whole bodies with their tongues, and thick milk flows under their stomachs like melted snow-with body temperature. In the evening, the chicken entered the nest, and the owner walked out with a straight face, arrested these seven little things and stuffed them all into a pocket.
Bitches ran through the snowdrift and followed their owners closely ... on the ice-free water, they rippled for a long time When he licked the boiling sweat on his ribs and walked back weakly, he felt that the crescent moon on the roof was like one of his puppies. It looked at the high blue sky, gave a loud and resentful moan, and the thin crescent moon glided across the horizon, secretly hiding in fields and hills.
People threw stones at it derisively, but it ignored their "rewards". Only the golden stars rolled in its eyes and fell on the snow.
3. "I remember"
I remember, dear, I remember, the flash of your soft hair; Fate has made me leave you, and my heart is heavy and sad. I remember those autumn nights when the leaves of birch trees rustled; May the days get shorter and the moonlight get longer. I remember you saying to me, "The good old days are about to be a thing of the past. You will forget me, dear, and pair up with other girlfriends." Now the bodhi tree has blossomed again, causing infinite melancholy in my heart; How gentle I was then, scattering petals on your curly hair.
Ah, when I love others, my heart won't get cold. It will think of you from others and be as happy as reading a beloved novel.
4. "I don't regret it, I don't call, I don't cry."
I don't regret, I don't call, I don't cry, everything will pass ... like the mist of apple blossoms and the golden leaves in my heart-I am no longer a teenager. My heart, you have begun to cool quietly, and now you won't jump like that: this home made of birch patterns can no longer attract me to stay barefoot. The passion of the wanderer! Seeing you less and less has prompted me to spit out hot words gently. Ah, I wasted the Spring Festival! The hatred and unrestrained emotion!
Now I'm tired of looking forward to the future and life. Are you a dream? It seems that I once rode a rose-colored horse on a noisy spring morning. The yellow leaves of maple trees fall silently on the ground, and all people in the world will rot without a trace ... All beings in the world, you are endless, I wish you happiness and prosperity forever!
5. flowers
Flowers hang their heads deeply, goodbye! -Tell me. I never want to see that man, let alone that yard. I saw you and this pile of loess, and I endured it and felt uneasy. When the new caress comes, I tremble all over, dear, why, why! Because I know the whole life, let it pass me with a smile. Things in the world sometimes repeat themselves, as I often tell people. In short, someone will come, and the dead will not be tortured by grief.
The living will write a song, which is more precious than the rest now. My lover and her heart are listening to this song quietly. At that time, maybe she will still think of me, just like those flowers that will never bloom again.
6. "lovely hometown"
Lovely hometown! My heart is dreaming, and the river is shaking like a haystack to see the sun. I really want to hide in the shade. Hiding in a place where hundreds of birds contend. Clover is covered with golden robes and grows with clover on the edge of the field. Willow trees are like a group of gentle nuns-beads make a crisp sound. Swamp pipes are smoking clouds, and black friends are floating in the sky. I miss someone quietly and keep my secret thoughts in my heart.
I welcome everything, endure everything, and have a full cup of joy after all my hardships. I didn't come to this land in a hurry-just to leave it faster.
7.birch
In front of my window, there is a birch tree, which seems to be covered with silver frost and snowflakes. Furry branches, lace embroidered with snowflakes, strings of blooming flowers and picturesque white tassels. In the hazy silence, birch trees stand tall. In the golden light, there are shining snowflakes. Birch trees wander around, and the morning glow comes late. It covered the snow-covered branches with a layer of silver luster.
8. Melancholy people
I also have friends who accompany me when I am lonely. I really want to laugh, but my lips are locked by depression. Stars are the eyes of the night, and flowers bloom with the mood of the earth. Just, my heart, who is listening.
9. Goodbye, my friend, goodbye.
Goodbye, my friend, goodbye, dear, you will be in my heart forever. Destiny takes a hand to leave each other and promise to meet us in the front. Goodbye, friend, don't shake hands, don't be sad, don't be sad-in this world, death is nothing new, and life is nothing new.
10 "I am the last poet in the countryside"
I am the last poet in the countryside, and the simple wooden bridge is written into my singing. I stood up for a farewell mass and burned incense with birch leaves to worship the gods. The lighted candle is made of meat, which has been gradually consumed on the golden flame. The wooden wall clock and the moon make my midnight hoarse. On the road in the blue field, steel guests will appear soon. Oats soaked in the morning glow have only some shriveled grains.
Strange and lifeless threshing floor, singing for you will not make you live! Only those horses and oats will grieve for their old owners. The wind will suck up the neighing of horses, like holding a memorial dance. Ah, soon, soon, the wooden wall clock will make my midnight sound hoarse.