Flirtation, yo, flirtation, what is a flirtation?
The love in my heart is like the green willow in three springs;
Wind flow, wind flow, who doesn't love wind flow?
The fruit of my thoughts is like the pomegranate in mid-autumn.
I am a man of flesh and blood,
I have a heart that is happy and sad;
I want the dignity of a man, and the beauty of a heart,
I don't want to be like the ugly ones who steal from dogs and rats!
I love the purity of the pine, I love the orchid,
Never like the fly, chasing fishy and smelly;
I hope to live a great life,
I look forward to the cause of the final achievement.
I am young and energetic like the wind,
I am enthusiastic and my life is like water.
How can I understand you?
The wind and the flow, I swear to pursue you;
Early morning - I ask the sunrise,
Night - I gaze at the Big Dipper ......
.In reverie, I turn into a colorful butterfly:
"Heh, does flirtation mean frolicking in the spring light?"
In the darkness, I turned into a bee:
"It's like running through the flowers."
My fluttering thoughts became the sea,
and the sea said, "The wind is a white gull on the waves."
My fantasized feathers flew to the moon,
and the moon said, "The wind is a pot of wine under the flowers."
So I had a funny dream,
of many friends in life-
And they all came to answer my question,
Arguing who was the most flirtatious in the eighties.
The ideal says, "Flirtatiousness and success go hand in hand."
Youth said, "The flirtation and the character are not far from each other."
Friendship says: "Flirtation is the stigma of the stamen of the acacia."
Love says: "Flirtatiousness is the tender root under the parallel lotus."
Morality says: "Flirtation is the crop of my heart."
The times say, "Wind flow is the golden autumn of my mind."......
Wind flow, yo, wind flow, please answer:
Is such an understanding shallow?
Fashionable, fashionable, please answer:
Do you have any unchanging standards for me to adhere to?
Second, the wind flow of the self-description
I am the wind flow, I am the wind flow,
I am the enemy of the rigidity, the spring of the close friends.
I am like a flower, blooming on a branch,
I am like a girl, with a shy gaze;
I am like a stag, jumping in the stream and crossing the ditch,
I am like a lion, with a shaky tail and a shaky mane.
Sometimes I am shadowless, like the breeze,
Sometimes I am tangible, like the blue water,
Sometimes I am a piece of red silk in the hair of a bride,
Sometimes I am a piece of armor on a warrior's body,
Sometimes I am a spark in a bright eye,
Sometimes I am a vortex of honey wine on a dimple,
Sometimes I am a vortex of honey wine on a smile,
Sometimes I am a vortex of honey wine on a smile,
There are times when the eyes of a woman are full of light, and the heart is full of light.
Sometimes I am the wind that blows in the ice of the iron horse,
Sometimes I am the majesty that swallows the world;
More often than not I am not an ornament or a form,
I am the ardent quest for beauty in my heart!
I am as long-lived as mankind,
I am older than the oracle bones.
I have questioned the heavens with Qu Yuan,
I have observed the earth with Zhang Heng***;
I was in front of the saddle when Zhang Qian traveled to the West,
I was in the back of the boat when Jianzhen traveled eastward across the sea.
I had accompanied Hua Mulan to join her father's army,
I had been with She Taijun to take command of the bandits;
How many times have I been with the heroes to avenge their deep-seated hatred,
With a roar of: "We will not rest until we have swept away the traitors and the thieves."
This is the first time that I have been with the heroes.
How many times, I accompanied the aspirants with the building,
Singing loudly: "the first world worries and worries"......
Blood fertile Central China, the ancient state,
How many people of the wind and water immortalized throughout the ages!
Flower blossoms in the spring yo, leaves fall in the fall,
History does not die, and plucked new talent -
Don't you see: the river and the mountains have a generation of talented people out?
Modern people are even more flamboyant than their ancestors!
What three points of autumn incense, what spelling of life,
Such a romance, has become obsolete;
What poetry red leaves, what funeral flowers mound,
Such a love legend, has long heard enough.
The eighties need a new singing voice,
who will start a new song of flirtation?
From the small mouth of the spring flower to the trumpet of the locomotive,
The march of the wind is playing in the sky!
Three, I and the wind flow
And a turmoil, we drank our own bitter wine,
and the wind flow was also seen as a poisonous snake and beast.
The land of my mind, piled high with stones,
The riverbed of my feelings, thirsty as hell.
For ten whole years, trekking on the desert,
I longed for an oasis with water and grass.
In the face of modern science, I looked blank,
like an ape that had just come out of the forest.
I used to be depressed, I used to be stubborn,
thinking that I had seen everything on earth.
I once indulged in the lure of vanity,
I mistook fashion for fashion -
Borrowing a tape recorder to help me with my worries,
Relying on a six-stringed zither to save my soul.
The suit and tie, the pants flared,
Not caring about the collars and sleeves of the shabby shirts;
Shoes that reflect the shadows, hair that is oiled,
Who knows that the socks under my feet are showing the toes.
Dancing, I dance to my heart's content,
I don't mind spinning my head on a waxed floor;
Ice-skating, I skate at will,
I wish I could forget my sorrows when I'm relaxed!
But these days can't last,
Yesterday's fashions are outdated today,
The floor-sweeping bell-bottom pants aren't new,
I've heard enough of that sleepy pop song.
Thou art not always laughing in the streets,
Nor are thou always at the dances;
The dance is an interlude to the song of life,
What is the use of an interlude without a full song?
Entertainment is an illustration on a page of the book of life,
What is an illustration without a book?
Who can see through the red dust?
It's just an excuse to be pessimistic;
Who can guess the future?
Guessing through is just an excuse for self-importance.
What is the true wind flow,
I again Sen frowned in contemplation ......
Four, the true wind flow
This is what is called wind flow, this is what is called wind flow,
Dare to fight to the death with the cruel destiny!
This is what is called the wind and the flow, this is what is called the wind and the flow,
Driving the era on the long river of history to fly the boat!
Uncovering the conspiracy of the god-maker at gunpoint,
Spilling a cavity of boiling blood on the barren hills;
Sacrificing the spirit of the good Premier under the stick,
Letting countless white flowers blossom on the chest!
Invite the motherland to the podium of the world's sports arena,
Let her hear the chirping of the national anthem;
Place the red flag on the highest peak of Everest,
Let her touch the forehead of the blue sky!
At the mine-laden mountain pass, he asks for battle: "Let me go first",
and shouts: "I'll break the back" as he retreats to complete his mission!
I went to test-fly the new fighter jet, which was not yet stable,
I went to study the nuclear test site, where the smoke cloud had not yet cleared.
Like Lei Feng, I love my job,
No matter where I go, I will be the head of a car;
Like Jiao Yulu, I care about the victims of the firewood, rice, salt and oil,
Even if I die, I want to stay in the air!
Counting the people, but also look at the present day,
The present day, is the realization of the ideal battle--
Front of the furnace battle, brewing a stove of red wine,
Remote the golden cup, for the motherland toasting the birthday;
Sailing on the sea, shaking a white silk,
Wave dedication of the Haddad, presented to the the four seas and five continents.
The doctoral degree in West Germany, the answer,
A green leaf stretching, heralded the golden autumn;
To the United States for the travel lecture, the study,
A branch of red apricots out of the wall, the garden full of jittery ......
Compete in the fragrance of the flower, it is the flow of wind,
A proud snow and frost.
The wind flow of the Big Dipper is to indicate the direction,
The wind flow of the satellite is to surround the earth.
We are human beings, the spirit of heaven and earth,
We are like a long time;
We are in all walks of life,
We are in the same pursuit of the wind:
"A mouthful of clear" is the wind flow of the operator of the number checking,
"A knife is accurate" is the wind flow of the operator of the number checking,
"A knife is accurate" is the wind flow of the operator of the number checking,
"A knife is not the same as a knife, but it's the same as a knife". Wind flow ......
We should make the clothes as beautiful as the heart,
We should make the material as rich as the spirit!
To extract joy from labor as a reward,
To snatch victory from struggle as enjoyment.
However, every unexplained phenomenon
may be the entrance to a new discipline;
every achievement depends on the sweat of the brow,
every question mark may be "the path to enlightenment"!
Labor, creativity, progress - there is no end to it!
Love of truth, love of goodness, love of beauty - without compromise!
It's true style yo , it's true style,
Holding the colorful brush of the times close to your hand.
Drawing the map of the Four Harmonizations, building the building of happiness,
Playing brocade and embroidery on nine million six hundred thousand square kilometers of land!
Let the people say: they have suffered setbacks, fell on their heels,
but they took the mission of the times on their shoulders;
Let history say: they are good at thinking, dare to fight,
Worthy of a generation of the Chinese nation's style ......
Markets in the sky
Far away / street lights / bright,
as if / flashing / countless / stars.
The / stars / in the sky / are now,
as if / lit / with countless / streetlights.
I think there must be / beautiful / markets / in that / misty / sky.
Some of the items on display in the marketplace must be rare things that are not found in the world.
Look, / that shallow / river of heaven,
must be / not very / wide.
The Cowherd/Weaving Maiden,
could ride their cows to and fro,
across the river.
I think/they are/at this moment,
certainly/at/the sky street/loitering.
If you don't believe me,/see/that shooting star,
it's them/carrying/their lanterns/as they walk.
Quiet Night
The moonlight / is faint,
shrouding the / pine forest / beyond the village.
White clouds / clumped together,
leaking / a few / sparse stars.
Where is the river / of heaven?
Far away / the sea mist / blurred.
Fear that there will be / sharks / on the shore,
to the moon / flowing beads?
Farewell Kangqiao
Gently I go,
just as I gently come;
I gently wave,
as I bid farewell to the clouds in the western sky.
The golden willow on the riverbank
is the bride in the setting sun
the colorful shadows in the waves of light
swirling in my heart.
The yellow floating heart on the soft mud,
waving under the water;
In the soft waves of the Kang River,
I am willing to be a water plant
The pool under the shade of the elm,
is not a spring, but a rainbow in the sky
Rubbed up between the floating algae,
Submerging in the rainbow-like dream.
Dreaming? I'll take a Penny,
To the greener grass,
A boat full of stars,
Singing in the starry night
But I can't sing,
Silence is the parting song,
The summer bugs are silent for me,
Silence is the Kangqiao tonight!
Silently I go,
just as I quietly come;
I wave my sleeve,
without taking away a cloud.