Li Jinfa (1900- 1976), a native of Meixian County, Guangdong Province, is a modern poet. The main poetry collections are Xiao Yu, Song of Happiness and Smart Love Songs.
Abandoned wife
Before my long hair covers my eyes,
So he cut off all shame and evil diseases,
Rivers of blood, bones sleeping.
Go hand in hand with mosquitoes at night. In Xu Lai,
At the corner of this short wall,
Screaming behind my innocent ears,
Roaring like a gale:
Trembling with countless nomads
Walking back and forth with the spirit of God in the empty valley by a blade of grass.
My sadness can only be printed in the brains of bees;
Or with the mountain springs on the cliff,
Then go with the red leaves.
The worry of abandoning his wife is accumulated in action.
The fire of sunset can't make time boring.
Turn to ashes, fly away from the smoke,
Stained on the feathers of stray crows,
Will stop in front of the tsunami stone,
Listen to the song of the boat.
The old skirt cried,
Wandering around the grave,
Never shed tears,
Dropping on the grass,
Decorate the world.
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Lyon chezhong
The faint light sadly constitutes everything,
Turn its pink forearm into gray.
The shadow of the bonnet covered their faces,
Like the moon disappearing into the clouds!
The shadows of the hazy world,
At an unforgettable moment,
Stay away from us,
Without thinking.
The fatigue of the valley is just the tip of the moon,
And the swing of the strip,
Let it sleep.
Light green grass shines on cuckoo feathers;
The sound of wheels broke all the silence;
The lights of the distant city shine on the small window,
But I can't show my sleepy little cheeks,
And deep down boredom.
Ah, the relentless night air,
It rolled up my wings.
The sound of a trickle,
Walking with the clouds,
Will long hair fade my blonde hair?
In the distance I don't know,
The moon is like a half-angle photo,
Ten thousand people laugh,
Ten thousand people cry,
Hiding together, a vague shadow
I can't tell if it's blood,
It's fireflies!
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Qin's sorrow
The light rain splashed the curtains,
It splashed my heart.
Irrelevant wind,
Walking outside the window,
Turn my piano,
What a shock!
When the highest note is played,
It seems to indicate the happiness of life.
A sky without sunshine,
White clouds are shaking,
My expectations will be exposed like the sun.
All my sadness,
Unreasonable fear,
They don't understand.
If I go to vilen,
The piano must have stopped or continued weakly.
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afternoon
Only the spring warbler on the branch broke the silence.
I can't cry twice, but my colleagues are separated by trees.
They also sang together and enjoyed the charming scenery.
Ye Yue's new branch smiles like a girl.
The sunset lingers on the branches,
Fountains whimper in the pool,
One or two countless tourists,
Rule under the blue sky.
Whew! Gorgeous spring and rippling microwave,
Bring the warmth of a desert island,
Warm our cold hearts
And souls defiled like mud.
Borrowed time,
Let it dissipate like spring flowers?
Sleepy eyes,
Can't know a common name!
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Self-writing image
That is, the moon sleeps at the bottom of the river,
Smile with the purple forest.
The spirit of Jesus,
Oh, so sentimental.
Thanks to these hands and feet,
Although it is still rare.
But I think it's enough.
In the past, samurai wore armor,
Strength can kill tigers!
Me! Feel ashamed.
As hot as the sun,
As gray as a crescent moon in the clouds.
I have straw sandals and can only walk in a corner of the world.
Feathers? There are too many things!
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mild
one
You smile in the breeze,
It shines brightly on the flowers in the garden.
Remember the grass green of your favorite skirt,
Now I am haggard with the call of faithful spring.
The most deceptive thing is the past.
She gave us a spiritual shock,
Never really help and comfort;
Like the autumn wind in April, it just masks the bitterness on the skin.
Although nature smiles at you,
But I can't see the stream of fate,
Drop by drop like a spring,
Disappear in the desert of yellow sand!
Although your soul and mine can create God,
But I always regret this love in the morning light.
Ah, your fragrance and the groping at night.
Put out all the flames in my life.
You tripped over the mysterious threshold,
When can we meet?
Your strength, love, beauty and skill,
Will grow under the weeping willow embankment.
four
With my presumptuous fingertips,
Feel the warmth of your skin,
The deer got lost in the forest,
Only the sound of dead leaves.
Your deep voice,
Shouting in my desolate heart,
I, the conqueror of all things,
Broke the shield and spear.
You're out of the corner of your eye,
Like a harbinger of butcher slaughter;
Lips? Why not say it!
I'd rather trust your arm.
I believe in the absurdity of myth,
I don't believe that women are affectionate.
(I'm not used to comparison)
But you're like a shepherd in a novel.
I played the sound of music,
Nothing can please your ears;
Dyed all the colors,
I can't describe your beauty
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Remember our simple story?
Remember our simple story:
Autumn water is long,
People are lying down,
The grass blocked the hairpin.
Ants hold their arms tightly,
I'm embarrassed,
Listen! Snap your fingers,
Losing this little life,
In the universe.
Remember our simple story:
The moon shines on the whole village,
Star, how dare you come out and watch?
Another piece hit us in the face.
Talking and laughing,
The dog barked,
The car makes a mysterious sound,
The wooden frames of the cemetery are crossed.
When the devil opens his hands.
Remember our simple story:
Your arms occasionally show up,
I said it was a sculpture treasure,
You covered it with shame.
Look at me sideways,
I give you an apologetic smile,
There was a long silence in the space.
If it wasn't for us,
The story must not be so simple.
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city of spring
It can be said that the gray sky,
Inadvertently with yearning:
The atrium jumps like a paddle,
The pen shed some tears.
After I die, you can read his books.
But I can't understand that meaning.
Gentle and naive, like you,
You can know him without reading a book.
In the land of willows and mangoes,
How many young women do I know,
Not only did you not call the calf in the morning,
Even the namesake is rare.
I don't regret all the failures I sought,
But saving the poet's pride.
In the past, on a rare desert island,
A heavy raft is floating;
They can't walk a few miles,
So I stopped singing—
The singing voice of an ordinary daughter.
One last dance!
Times have changed now,
Only this can be said to be a gray sky.
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Song of the night
We are walking on dead grass.
Grief and indignation are entangled in the knees.
Pink memory,
Like a rotting beast on the roadside, it stinks.
In the whole town,
Awakened countless sweet sleeps.
I broke my heart,
Always turning in the mud.
An indistinguishable rut,
Only the shadow of love is long.
Ouch! Thousands of years of moonlight,
Finally understood my imagination,
Let me be in a corner of the world,
You will reflect my shadow on the tasteless beach.
But this constant reflection shows the darkness behind the house,
It's too mechanical. It's ridiculous.
Great god! Raise your iron anchor,
I am tired of the sweat of all living things.
The sound of hurried steps,
The sweet music of the violin.
Magical times,
I will eat vanilla in the garden;
He lost his heart,
Ran away behind the businessman's back.
Everyone failed,
Leave a silent hatred.
Ren "vows of eternal love"
"Xiqiao dialect,"
You always put your soul,
Cover the terrible cave,
Or die of old age together in a ravine,
Like a down and out hero.
But our bodies
Nitrate-contaminated ore is biased.
In the old pond,
Finally have a place to rest?
/kloc-Dijon in 0/922
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hometown
Family movies, long forests and shallow waters, as always.
I grew up for nearly twenty years, but "cattle and sheep came down"
Life is neither beautiful nor beautiful.
Your pale face,
My dream of growing up young.
I don't want to anymore,
Why is it always accompanied?
The sound of green and fallen leaves of raspberry moss is coming!
Remember that when the morning light is still there,
-sunshine is ashamed behind the mountain,
We danced hand in hand,
Practice shallow grass and streams,
Whisper my untrustworthy advice.
A breezy July day
Red leaves with tears,
In the new autumn, I walk in shallow seaweed,
Short Woods along the coast-female guests in the wild
Keep up with us,
Ah, the age of wandering,
Take away our laughter and tears,
This scar is all that remains.
On 1922
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The expression of time
one
Wind and rain in the ocean,
Wild deer died in my heart.
Look, Qiu Meng has spread his wings.
Empty this weak soul.
two
I pursue the desire to give up,
My sad and discolored lips.
Ah, in the dark grass,
The bright moon washed away our silence.
three
In the palace of love,
Our Noces is sick,
Holding a discarded short candle,
Twilight pervades the fields.
four
What do I need now?
If you are afraid of dying in the sun!
Go ahead, the garden door has been opened,
Here comes the bee swimming in winged shoes.
five
I wait for my dream to wake up,
When I sleep,
Your tears are in my eyes,
I can't observe the past.
six
You long to be with Cher,
I listened to cicadas in the rotten grass,
Our lives are too withered,
Like a rice field trampled by cattle.
seven
I sang a blank folk song,
But my heart is beating,
Send your sorrow to my chest,
Will be cured.
eight
Water lilies in the shade,
Not knowing the brilliance of the sun and the moon,
Row to the horizontal pond,
Teach him a little human love.
nine
Our souvenir,
Find your way home in the middle of nowhere.
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Love and hate
There is no scandal between you.
-P. Wei Erlun.
I want you to be isolated in the sunset,
Seeing the discoloration of the sea in the distance,
With the sunset of the sun,
Resist the invasion of night.
Put my heart in your arms,
Keep him warm,
All my memories died on dead leaves,
Mouth full of mangosteen.
Our hearts are full of silent joy,
Such as the vibration of light gas in space.
Nothing can make love lonely in the dark,
Let him in as an uninvited guest.
Look, my love!
Isolated monotonous copper columns,
Concerned about the sound of defoliation,
Because of the autumn wind in the wild chrysanthemum grave field, it is called.
If you want to build love in your life,
Even if you open the door of doubt with this key,
Even if I fold an article that you are not familiar with,
Tomorrow's silence is in our hearts.
Oh, no, you'll never come back,
I slept like a log,
The bell of life rings,
My heart and four bodies are frozen stiff.
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The passage of time
Leave a deep mark on our dim forehead,
But my love is always lurking in your heart,
Like the sound of winter on the plain.
Red summer is accompanied by golden autumn,
Ask me about the empty valley in each season,
My ancestral palace is rotten,
Love and hate in my heart kill most of it.
It's no use waiting, leave your last footprints.
On my winding road,
Oh, you grew up in my arms,
Should be silent in the emptiness of life.
As the night deepened, the bell stopped ringing.
What a dark shadow hangs over us;
I want to live in my sleep,
Netta is afraid of sunshine and noise.
Spiders tremble before the wind,
Unable to weave the love network of the world
Most close friends will die,
No one gets the fruits of this autumn.
Oh, woman, there is nothing in my yard.
You collected the ashes of the deceased,
Singing elegies in the corner of the square,
Jump among the roses.
I almost forgot this familiar voice,
With the tenderness of the past,
May the devil help me grow up bravely,
Be ready to answer your phone at night.
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Chiwo avenue
The distant wind aroused the groans of the oak forest,
The monotonous decline of dry spring.
But the sunshine here, laughing on the plain,
Such as the old woman talking about distant scenery.
Whispered enviously.
I envy autumn flowers and long forests,
I'm more afraid of the new moon sleeping in the depths of the pond.
Ah, old love,
You want us to be sleepy and cry,
Don't! Midsummer returns from the reeds,
Full of the smell of straw,
But we're still in a hurry,
Through the fog in the morning and the oblique light in the afternoon.
The white horse took us to escape late at night,
Oh, crows, you are so boring, ...
Until under the starlight,
You can see the roar of the distant sea,
Gee, your hair is a mess,
His forehead was covered with dew.
I killed the bad guys in the conflict,
-An accessory to truth! ——
Blood splashed all over the grass path,
In whose name?
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wind
Looking for a high place to lean on the dangerous fence.
Look at the old man in the wind.
-Shen
Hissing on the oak branches,
Want to use green and white hands
Clean up all the remaining leaves,
Finish the cold winter work;
As for people,
Troubled by an old and painful impression,
I want to die,
Hissing on the oak branches,
Always teasing fools,
The flattering smile of an unfriendly person,
On the distant coast
Loving mother knelt down and held out her hand, screaming:
Tears drifted away with the waves.
Moisten the lips of his lost son?
Hissing on the oak branches,
Meng Lang came with geese in his arms.
Their feathers have changed in my hometown,
Those who fail are in the dry river,
Nobody pays attention to this poem,
Because they went to start over.
Hissing on the oak branches,
He asked me if I had another childhood celebration!
I lost the sunshine on my warm back,
The winding road of the herd,
The snowflake fragments here,
Leave countless spots on my heart.
Hissing on the oak branches,
Your voice is too monotonous and lazy,
This will only make me feel sorry,
Harmony between thought and happiness,
The ups and downs of light and darkness,
Only God can give me an answer.
Hissing on the oak branches,
The night finally covered my eyes,
Looking at the new moon bell here,
And the sound of the stream,
Give you a little sadness of parting,
Then escape to infinity forever-never again!
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dream
I hope your palm
Changed boats,
I have traveled all over Ming Sheng and the sea.
Arms slightly bent,
I am in your heart again.
I think in your eyes.
Looking for the abandonment of the poet's love,
Changlin's stroke smile,
The colors of sunset and sunset glow.
The fresh air at night,
With the sound of autumn insects,
But all you gave me was tears.
I want your hair to turn into magnolia,
I sleep with flowers,
When bees come, sing my dreams calmly;
In a bronze wine glass,
The long marks on our lips,
But the happiness of youth,
Don't spread out like a drunk.