I am waiting for you in the early spring wind/with orange wildflowers in my bun/even at the ends of the earth/you will see this dazzling persistence/the wind blowing/the fragrance of wildflowers in my dream holding you/the people in my dream/when the soft moonlight gently pours down on your bedside/do you know/is that the feeling of my coming quietly?
I'm waiting for you in the midsummer rain/with a familiar pink umbrella in my hand/even though Qianshan is separated by water/you will hear trembling sadness/wind chimes ringing/that's my bitter call/ringing/floating through one figure after another/but familiar figures/that can give me a clear sky/never appear/don't you really know/that the rain that jumped into your eyes/is me.
I am waiting for you in the late autumn frost/with your faded promise in my mouth/Shan Ye/rich golden color/reflecting my haggard mercilessly/if I am in the afterglow of sunset/my waiting withers/it will only wither into a red leaf of Xiangshan/draw a beautiful arc in the vast sky/turn my deep affection into a cup of fragrant mud/wait for your near-life excavation and pity!
I'm waiting for you in the snow in the middle of winter/I'm wearing white piety/The world in my heart is so spotless/Frozen story/Loneliness as always/Snow Lotus in bud on Tianshan Mountain/Acacia precipitated by me/Waiting for your distant gathering silently/How many times I imagined/When you appeared in front of me with sunshine/How I burst into tears. ...
When you/I have stood in the still scenery/the sun, the moon and the stars are chasing and playing on my head/the wind, thunder, rain and snow are laughing and cursing in my ear/the flowers and trees are snuggling at my feet/and I/am still waiting for your arrival with an eternal attitude! ! ! ……
spring
Who is it, opening the new first page of the calendar, the swallow flying in the rain? Is the cuckoo spreading its wings in the clouds? Or, firecrackers in the farewell sound? Who planted the first hope on the dry Yuan Ye and the hard-working cattle on the yellow land? Is it father's weathered white hair on his forehead? In other words, the wrinkles on the mother's face were refuted by the rings. I only saw a wisp of drizzle and wind flying by, and in this way, your pretty cheeks were blown pink by apricot flowers and red by peach blossoms. In this way, you awakened the dream of sleeping for thousands of years and began to set foot on a new footprint.
summer
Before I could put on a dress for you, the sun scorched your heart, bearing the entrustment of spring, and you carefully guarded your first promise. In the afternoon, the dark clouds swam across the clear sky, and then shed a touching tear, washing away the tired dust on the farmers' shoulders. At this time, the newly withered shoots of the branches have given birth to new life. In the chirp of crickets, the figure was slowly elongated, elongated ... People in the crops waved sickles and hoes gnawed by years, and wrote some distant hopes with the poet's pen.
autumn
Sending away the last ray of hot sunshine in summer, you hold the hand of the seed and help you through the two seasons all the way. Just for the golden fruits hanging on the branches everywhere and the simple smiling faces of farmers in the fields. I can clearly see that their eyes are full of tears of joy. Finally, the ears of wheat in the rice field quietly climbed to the top of the former seedlings, bending the leaves; Also bend the reaper's back pressure and bend the shoulder pole. You comforted the sweat of farmers who have traveled for a long time with a bumper harvest. Swallows flying in the south, whose leaves have fallen back to their roots, were sent away from the treetops by you, spitting out a trace of white fog affectionately, covering up the footprints at home, leaving only blue sky and long memories.
winter
Who ended the 360 days of last season, the snow falling on the top of the mountain? Is it a cold current blowing on the roof? Or, the thick cotton-padded jacket on the villagers. Who is it, quietly sweeping away the colorful prosperity of the past, or a bug sleeping secretly in the ground? Is it the lazy dying sun? Or, a light tree that has been busy all his life? I can no longer see the apricot flowers dancing in the setting sun, and I can't hear the drizzle that moistens the girl's heart in the small building. Looking back suddenly, you have fulfilled your last promise, grabbed an endless handful of white snow, sprinkled it all over the earth, and continued to lead the songs that are not old.
In the biting cold wind, wait, wait …
Waiting for the next spring.
I am looking for you in the wind of early spring/even if you are far away at sea, you can feel my dazzling persistence/the faint fragrance of flowers dancing with the wind/with my affectionate cry/when a flower falls in front of you/please bow your head/you know/that is the guiding sign of my soul/I will follow it!
I followed the midsummer rain to find you/Even though there are thousands of waters in Qian Shan/You can still touch my deep concern/Like the summer rain/If a drop of rain falls on your cheek/Please call my name/You know/That's the last tear I shed for you/I will follow it!
I look at you along the frost in late autumn/I look forward to being with you before your promise fades/If you look at it at dusk/There is a touch of afterglow of the sunset shining on you/It makes you feel very hot/Please open your eyes/You know/That's the last ray of light from my eyes looking for you/I will fly with the light of your eyes!
I want to hug you in the winter snow/when you pray for me in white piety/the world of soul is covered with thick snow/waiting for your warmth to melt/I will pick the budding Saussurea involucrata on the Tianshan Mountains/tie it at your beginning/then step on the winter snow with your hand/follow the autumn frost/follow the summer rain/walk towards the spring breeze/cross all the year round/follow my dripping footprints/take you back! ……
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I am waiting for you in the early spring wind/with orange wildflowers in my bun/even at the ends of the earth/you will see this dazzling persistence/the wind blowing/the fragrance of wildflowers in my dream holding you/the people in my dream/when the soft moonlight gently pours down on your bedside/do you know/is that the feeling of my coming quietly?
I'm waiting for you in the midsummer rain/with a familiar pink umbrella in my hand/even though Qianshan is separated by water/you will hear trembling sadness/wind chimes ringing/that's my bitter call/ringing/floating through one figure after another/but familiar figures/that can give me a clear sky/never appear/don't you really know/that the rain that jumped into your eyes/is me.
I am waiting for you in the late autumn frost/with your faded promise in my mouth/Shan Ye/rich golden color/reflecting my haggard mercilessly/if I am in the afterglow of sunset/my waiting withers/it will only wither into a red leaf of Xiangshan/draw a beautiful arc in the vast sky/turn my deep affection into a cup of fragrant mud/wait for your near-life excavation and pity!
I'm waiting for you in the snow in the middle of winter/I'm wearing white piety/The world in my heart is so spotless/Frozen story/Loneliness as always/Snow Lotus in bud on Tianshan Mountain/Acacia precipitated by me/Waiting for your distant gathering silently/How many times I imagined/When you appeared in front of me with sunshine/How I burst into tears. ...
When you/I have stood in the still scenery/the sun, the moon and the stars are chasing and playing on my head/the wind, thunder, rain and snow are laughing and cursing in my ear/the flowers and trees are snuggling at my feet/and I/am still waiting for your arrival with an eternal attitude! ! ! ……
Love in Spring (Prose Poetry) [Original 2006-04-11:17: 48] Publisher: lpssyy.
( 1)
When the spring breeze from Xu He blows, I am like a child, pulling colorful kites and running on the warm green Yuan Ye. By the gurgling brook, listen to the beautiful piano sound of Qingxi; In the willow forest where Liu Siman dances, enjoy the singing and whispering of birds; Under the smiling peach tree, looking at the purples of the tree, counting the fragrant petals, looking up at the new branches hanging green; Walking into the green wheat field, I watched the young man who watered me pass by with a big smile, and the peasant girl who smiled like a bell, fertilizing the soil on the ridge; In the warm farmhouse, I am listening: March cultivation, April sowing, summer wheat harvest, autumn red fruit, winter granary. ......
Spring is the season of sowing and the season of hope. Full of sunshine and fragrant flowers, I am describing you, my spring. ......
(2)
Standing on Kunming Lake in the Summer Palace, the green water touched my heart. Let me feel the romance of spring. Spring has come, and the earth is full of vitality. I saw the yellow willow, the purple peach, the green grass and the blue sky.
Looking forward to the spring rain. I like bridges in the rain, apricot trees in the rain, distant mountains in the rain, boats on lakes in the rain, and water curtains fluttering under the eaves in the rain. There are pedestrians in the rain, umbrellas in the rain, and looking around in the rain. ......
When I approached the sea, her blue intoxicated me, white waves excited me, seagulls flying freely made me fantasize, and there was a sunny island with green and purples in it. ......
At night, the rough waves came from the pillow, and I fell asleep with them on my pillow. ......
At dawn, I heard Haiyan singing. ......
(3)
Pentium traffic, swaying umbrellas, colorful showers, exciting raindrops and lush trees constitute a beautiful urban landscape and a touching spring symphony.
Passionate light rain, you are in a noisy long street, you are in a silent mountain forest, you are in a small river in Bai Yang; You are on the path among the green trees, you are in the spring garden full of flowers, and you are in my dream, just like my dream. ...
Then, I feel you as if in my dream: you are the tears that we smiled when we met, the tears that we were sad when we fell in love, the feelings that poured out when we fell in love, and the endless whispers when we embraced each other; You are the source of life, and you are the eternal bond.
Passionate light rain, look how much I love you! Immersed in the intoxicating flowers, I am describing you in detail. You're here, I'm holding your arm; When you leave, I will meet you in my dream. ...
(4)
I like watching reeds and reeds in the lake. That's where my dream was born and where I began to have dreams and ideals. The green lake, the dense reeds in the lake and the reeds like snow accompany me on the journey of life.
When spring comes, friends paddle boats and ripple in the lake. Looking at the reeds that are greener every day, listening to the songs of egrets and counting the wild duck eggs among the reeds; Chase the fish in the water and learn from the birds in the trees by the lake.
In summer full of joy and enthusiasm, the reeds in the lake are green. The wind wrinkled the mirror-like lake and blew the blue waves on the Lu Lin; I'm so happy. The fish in the water chase and play. When I mention fish, I sing late, and the sunset is intoxicated. At this time, you can see flowers blooming and butterflies flying on the grass by the lake; Green leaves grow branches, dragonflies dance and birds sing happily.
Autumn wind blows, reed flowers are like snowflakes, and the green on the lake is mixed with white; On the original ground, the sheep fluttered and the horses exulted; The corn, soybeans, ears of grain and sorghum in the field are all heavy golden yellow and crimson. Dan Qing's moving pictures and exciting new songs.
I really want to go back to that time.
Natural language
Don't think that talent speaks,
Nature also has language.
This language is everywhere,
You can see it when you open your eyes.
Look at the white clouds in the sky that day
This is the language of nature:
White clouds are floating high,
It must be sunny tomorrow.
Look at the ants on the ground,
This is also the language of nature:
Ants are busy moving,
Take an umbrella when you go out.
Tadpoles swim in the water,
Is it like a black comma?
Nature wrote on the water:
Spring has come to this world.
The geese are flying south in formation,
Isn't it like a string of ellipsis?
Nature wrote in the blue sky:
Autumn is just around the corner.
If this tree is cut down,
You'll find the ring—
It only grows once a year,
This is the language of nature.
If you catch a big fish,
There are also circles on fish scales—
A circle is one year old,
This is the language of nature again.
Nature put trilobite fossils,
Embedded in the Himalayas,
This is telling people:
There used to be Wang Yang.
Natural language,
That's great.
People who don't like learning can't understand.
Only those who are diligent in thinking can find out.
Listen, Qiu's voice
Listen,
The sound of autumn,
The tree shook its arm,
Brush,
This is the voice of yellow leaves.
Listen,
The sound of autumn,
Crickets flap their wings,
"**",
Saying goodbye to the balcony rhymes.
Rows of geese catch up with the white clouds,
Sprinkle a warm reminder;
A gust of autumn wind swept across the field,
Send a harvest song.
Listen,
Walking into autumn,
Walking into this huge concert hall,
Hello, listen to Qiu's voice.
The sound of autumn,
In every leaf,
In every flower,
In every drop of water,
In every unfolded grain.
Listen,
The sound of autumn,
Come in a hurry from afar,
Walk away in a hurry.
Listen,
We heard the sound of autumn.
Beautiful! Figs-for those unknown workers
Jialing Yuqiao was originally published on April 7, 2005 14: 30: 07. The popularity of modern poetry is 1850.
You don't have the charm of peony
You are not as gorgeous as hibiscus.
You flatter the morning glory.
A rose full of thorns.
I like to express myself anywhere.
You are deeply rooted in the earth.
Silently bred in the green leaves
Suck mother earth's milk desperately.
No need to bloom
Only care about the result.
Stand upright
Proud smile, wind and rain are evil.
Don't worry about the loss
But I'm glad to focus on my true feelings.
Simple and unpretentious, straightforward and natural and unrestrained.
Try to forget the cold world.
As long as spring is there.
There is a song of hope that can never be sung.