Xiamen University is the harbor of your heart
Look at the oak tree of Shu Ting
Facing the sun, it blossoms in spring
The tree is full of yellow-brown fruits
Round and sweet, the tree is full of yellow-brown fruits
The tree is full of yellow-brown fruits
The tree is full of yellow-brown fruits
The tree is full of yellow-brown fruits, the tree is full of yellow-brown fruits
The tree is full of yellow-brown fruits, the tree is full of yellow-brown fruits, the tree is full of yellow-brown fruits
Facing the sun, flowers blossom in spring
The tree is full of tawny fruits
Round, sweet coffee for the soul
Because of a piece of the sea, we fall in love with a city
Because of a tree, we remember a city
Don't ask me where I am going
For the sake of our dreams and ideals
We have put on our angel wings
Through the Gulangyu Island, we traveled to Xiamen, and then to Xiamen, and then to Xiamen. >
Crossing the chest of Gulangyu Island
Seeing the egrets in ten thousand dots and the evening sun flying by
Music sailing on the sea
Sailing out of the harbor of childhood
Human beings arrive at the other side of the soul
Don't ask me where I'm from
My hometown is in Xiamen
A garden on the sea, the capital of pianos
The beautiful Gulangyu Island sings
Shuting's oak tree sways in the wind
The sea breeze brushes my face
Blowing away the warm nostalgia
Crossing the sea of people just to meet you
The city of tranquility, the blue sky, white clouds, and blue water
Don't ask me where I'm from
My hometown is Xiamen
Don't ask me
For the oak tree in my heart
Facing the sun, flowers blossom in spring
(32) Only the wind knows the direction of love
Only the wind knows the direction of love
In my dreams...
Take me into the rainy Jiangnan
Holding a pink umbrella
To find a way to find a way to find a way to find the best way to find the best way to find the best way to find the best way to find the best way to find the best way to find the best way to find the best way to find the best way to find the best way to get the best out of the world.
I'm looking for you in the alleys of green stones
Only the rain knows my heart
In my dreams...
Dumping the love of a city
Euphoria of a city's scenery
Precipitation of a city's story
Only the wind knows the direction of love
In my dreams...
In my dreams...
In my dreams...
In my dreams...
In my dreams...
Only the wind knows the direction of love. ...
The people watching the scenery are still on the bridge
Touching the misty clouds and fog
Only the rain knows the poet's heart
In a dream ...
Looking up at a rainbow of seven colors
Chasing after a piece of colorful clouds
Lighting up the sparks of life
Igniting a bouquet of life.
Only the wind knows the direction of love
In a dream...
Embracing the world of the dawn sky
Planting life, blooming the future
Spreading out my arms, soaring freely
Only the wind knows the direction of love
In a dream...
Crossing the life of the world
In a dream...
In a dream...
In a dream...
In a dream...
In a dream...
In a dream.
Crossing the desert of life's passion
Searching for a clear spring in my heart
(33) The intersection of the purple violets
It's the time for the purple violets to bloom
The sky is filled with poetry
July is on fire, and we are parting
The dream takes away your loneliness
And it brings your smile
But it can't take away the smile of your face.
But it can't take away my memories of you
Time has taken away my youth
It has taken away my innocence
But it can't take away my surging heart
Thoughts follow the blessed laughter as it fades away
Evening sunlight flies over the entrance to the campus
Four years of college life, who have I touched?
The remaining piece of attachment in the heart
Thank you for your struggle!
For the dream to take off
I have been to the end of the line
Tonight, we are destined to break up
The time is flowing, the future can be expected
There is no which station is the eternal harbor
See the flowers blossomed happy time
We say goodbye in the summer of the violet violets bloomed
After many years, a long time to meet
May you and I be happy together again. p>
May you and I be reunited at the intersection of purple violets in bloom
(34) I love you, lovely China
Look at the
happy snowflakes
flying freely
Drifting down in the north
The snow builds the Great Wall
Thousands of miles of ice
That's my hometown
Listen to the
In the green grasslands
I drive a herd of cattle and sheep
My childhood companions
I am a sailor
In the quiet sea
I pry up the sun.
Prying up a round of sunrise
Reading you China under the moonlight
I love you, my north country
I love you, my south country
I love you, my grassland
I love you, my sea
That's the place where I grew up
I've left my childhood behind in my hometown
There are two Acacia trees in front of my door. Two Acacia trees in front of my door
One for life, one for nostalgia
I love you, my China
A civilization of 5,000 years
A nation of the finest people
We're the descendants of the dragon
Black hair, yellow skin
A pair of bamboo chopsticks and a mouthful of Chinese
My mother, the most loving of all, nurtured 1.4 billion sons and daughters
I love you, lovely China
9.6 million square kilometers of land
That's where we grew up
I'm proud to be a Chinese
I'm proud to be a Chinese
I'm proud to be a Chinese
I'm proud to be a Chinese
I'm proud to be a Chinese
I'm proud to be a Chinese
I'm proud to be a Chinese
I'm proud to be a Chinese
I'm proud to be a Chinese
I'm proud to be a Chinese
I'm proud to be a Chinese Chinese
Searching in the passionate desert
Searching for the ancient crescent moon spring
Listening to the vicissitudes of the camel's bell
My lingering nostalgia
Is the eternal life of my mother
I am in the fields of hope
My heart is born in spring, and the flowers bloom with happiness
I'm a hard-working and kind-hearted Farmer
Where the peach blossoms bloom
To read my loveliest China
To touch the sentimental land under my feet
(35) Persimmons are red
Leaves have fallen, persimmons are red
Already the colors of autumn are full of color
Very beautiful
There's a beautiful woman in the north
There's a girl in red
She's walking along the countryside with a bamboo basket in her hand
Looking back at the mountains and rivers, it's already autumn
Pale clouds and smoke, full of lush greenery
There's a girl in red
She waits for me under the persimmon tree
A meeting of the minds, a clear sketch
Love in the twilight. >
Love is sad alone in the dusk
(xxxvi) Facing the sun, embracing the world
Dreams are waking up
I take off with them
From the dawn
Facing the sun
Embracing the world
Spring has come
I am in the garden of life
Walking freely
I'm planting hope
And blooming the future
I'll tell everyone
When you have a dream in your heart
All the misery
Will be far away from you forever
Be happy and joyful
Face the sun
And embrace the world
I will tell all the people
The moment your talent
holds up your dreams
All the flowers
will smile brightly for you
Be a happy and joyful person
Plant your hopes
Blossom into the future
(XXXVII) Smoky River South
I went into the smoky river south
Holding a red oil umbrella
In a thousand years of lonely alley
Lonely peach blossom willow
A green stone alley is still
A piece of white walls and tiles are still the same
A Jiangnan city is still the same
Just do not see the same year's you
I stood in the rain to listen to the rain
Listening to the rain of the poet I'm waiting for you
I'm standing in the rain and reading the rain
The poet who reads the rain is thinking of you
The rain is the same as the rain and the smoke
I'm sitting in solitude and loneliness
I just don't see you from back in the day
I'm remembering the lanes of the south of Yangtze River
A story of the south of the river in the rain and smoke of the river in the south of Yangtze River
I'm walking towards the lanes of the green stone
I'm holding a red umbrella from back then.
In the long journey of life
What I gain is not
the reality I dream of
What I lose is
the most beautiful emotion in life
I can lock my love and hate with my tears
Why
can't I lock up time
Blessings are always beautiful poems
In the long search of a lifetime
The one that goes the fastest
is always the best time
The one that goes the slowest
is always the twilight of a lost love
(XXXIX) The bells of the hometown
The bells of the hometown
In the east of the sunrise, there is the sound of the bells of the hometown. p> At sunrise in the east
Breaking at dawn
That roar
The people's heartbeat
The nostalgia of life
Striking with hope
Releasing dreams
The nostalgia of the poets
Lovely China
Loving mother
With the earth and the sky
With the sun and the moon
The bells of our hometown
are still tolling
The dream of a soaring China
resonates all over the world
5,000 years of China
Civilization and History
Life and Nostalgia
That roar
of the cockerel
never stops
The Chinese people have been so proud of their country that they have been so happy to see it.
The heartbeat of China
The heartbeat of the people
The poet's nostalgia
The world of life
(40) For dreams and ideals
For dreams and ideals
I'm like a snail
Crawling along on the humble earth
Feet on the ground, carrying a heavy load
I am like an eagle
Soaring in the boundless sky
Through the forest, over the sea
For a better life
I am like a horse
Riding in the green grassland
Running for miles, proudly looking down on the earth
In the hard struggle
To reach the other side of success
Reaching the other shore of success
(41) I am on the top of the Xiangyun clouds
I am on the top of the Xiangyun clouds
Measuring the temperature of the sun
Burning dreams and ideals
Sowing life with life
I am on the top of the Xiangyun clouds
Listening to the sound of the mountains and the water
The melody of the nature
Awakening the philosopher
In the green forest
I chase the seven-colored clouds
I look up to the eagles flying over
Conquering the skies and the oceans
I'm on the top of Xiangyun
Enjoying all the beauties
(42) I'm on the top of Xiangyun
I'm on the top of Xiangyun
I'm on the top of Xiangyun
Listening to the sound of the bells of the ancient city <
Seeing the Yunnan girl
Falling in love with the place of meditation
I'm on the top of Xiangyun
Seeing what love looks like
Unique beauty
You're an April day on earth
I'm on the top of Xiangyun
Picking the stars with my left hand
Giving them to the wandering man
Lighting up the way to go home The way home
Because of an auspicious cloud
Remembering an ancient city
(43) My Peking University, my home
Title: A swan's ambition to find a thousand blood, the roc flies in the wind and is in the prime of its life.
That is the hazy place of the romantic poet Xu Zhimo
That is the harbor of the genius poet Cha Haisheng
Elegant
Oh! My Eternal Peking University
World's Masterpieces
Home of the World's Talents
Heaven of Chinese Poets
China's Unknown Lake
The Unknown Lake of Peking University
The Most Beautiful March Day on Earth
A Good Book on the Shore of the Unknown Lake
It's All Over, and We're Still Counting the Wind and Flow of the People
Still Looking at Today's Peking University
My Peking University, my home
The hometown of the talented, the harbor of the poets
(44)Heart language
Love
You don't have to look for it
It doesn't have a direction
At the right time
It will gently come to you
At the right time
It will silently leave you
It is a very important part of your life. leave you silently
What love is
No one can say
Like a wind, blowing by
As if the fallen leaves on the ground
Picked up, they have already wilted
Waiting, waiting for a spring
A tree blooms, love will come of its own accord
(forty-five) Heartfelt Words
I am not in the In the spring
A thousand years of hope
The rose will bloom beautifully
A love that is too hazy
I can't afford to enjoy it for the rest of my life
A landscape that is too euphonious
Love
Either happiness or pain
Without a good start
There is never a perfect full course meal
Tonight, I'm not in love with you, but I am in love with you. p>
Tonight, the stars are shining brightly
The moonlight pushed open the door of my window
and told me
that great love will always come
(XLVI) Meditation
Meditate and let your soul drift in the clouds
The village in the morning is in the midst of the waterfalls
Raging and surging, rushing through life
Playing the life The music of life
I'm listening to the mountain's thoughts about the water
Letting my heart feel the wonderful melody of nature
Spotless, love is the soul of the poem
I'm writing a poem in the clouds, the beauty of the haze
Poetry sails on the sea...carrying dreams and ideals
Riding the winds and waves, sailing to the other side of the shore of success
I love the smell of the sun
Hope, rising from the dawn
Poetry inhabits the earth
Looking back at the lush greenery, I see the future
(XLVII) Meditation
Sitting in silence, breathing in the free air of the morning
Letting the mind return to nature
Finding the waterfall of the mind
Roar, roar, roar for life
Clouds flood the mountains and rivers
Clouds flood the thousand-year-old temples
I'm listening to the ancient bells
Breaking through the silence of the morning dawn
Awakening the mountains, awakening the sea
I want to be a faithful son of the sun
Letting a pen fly with my heart
Write a gorgeous story on the sentimental land. The sentimental land is filled with Chinese poetry
Like the peach blossoms blooming beautifully in the spring
Departing towards happiness, on the road to success
(48) I am the loneliest poet in the world, HU Kunbin
I am the loneliest poet in the world, HU Kunbin
Writing poems of radiance in the darkest of nights
That stormy day is the pentatonic score of my poetry. I am playing the symphony of life and soul
Let the world tremble for me, the soul of the Chinese poet
I have no masterpiece in my life, only poetry
Poetry is the only wife I have ever had, and she sleeps with me in the nude
Years from now, I'll be buried on a hillock in the afterlife
Above the mountains, the colorful sun burns, the color of my poetry
Below the mountains, the blue sea is the color of my poem
The blue sea is the color of my life, and the blue sea is the color of my life. Below the mountains the blue sea is my hometown
Years from now I will die taking nothing with me
Only for mankind to hold up a sun on the sea
Only for China to scatter a sky full of stars in the poem
Only for the world to fetch up a moon in the sky
Only for the children to light up a bright lamp in the heart
(XLIX) Xiaohui Life Symphony No. 2
Spring is coming..., playing the melody of nature
A sky full of acacia rain turns into a sky full of pentameter
Thunder and lightning passionately rage the symphony of life
Rumbling..., rumbling explosions woke up the world
A dazzling bolt of lightning burned the whole night
Eliminated all the darkness in the darkness all died
The earth freely and happily grew healthy life
Peach plums like fire like prairie reveals a smile
Willows rely on the shoulders of the green hair hangs low in the water to comb make-up
Happy birds singing the most melodious song
The free air free breeze and the
The drizzling rain of Jiangnan intoxicates the hazy nostalgia
Smoke rises from the lush bamboo buildings and kisses the clouds and mist
(Fifty) Xiaohui's Fifth Symphony of Life
I hold the throat of destiny in the darkness of the night of my life
I want to burst into the life of birth of the dawn and the future
I fly in the paradise of my freedom and happiness with the souls of poetry
Nature's nature is the best way to make the world a better place for you.
The music of nature's ethereal relaxation of the sunrise on the sea
I'm brave to ride the waves and the clouds
I know : what color is the destiny of life
I penetrate : the taste of the sea is salty and bitter
I choose : life's unending journey of practice
I vow : I will be the strongest man in the universe
I sing : I will be my own man
I will be the strongest man in the universe
I will be the strongest man in the universe
I will be the strongest man in the world.
I sing : I will be the master of my own destiny
Playing the Fifth Symphony of Life
In the poetry of life, the boiling blood
Flowing up and down the 5,000 years of Chinese history and culture
(51) Xiaohui's Sixth Symphony of Life
Dreams wake up... I'm still in the dream
I am still in the dream.
Playing the music of nature's life
The picturesque sunset dusk
Cooking smoke, the sound of bells in the evening
Misty clouds, lush fog
Wearing an ethereal white wedding gown
With the ancient bridges and flowing waters of the green hills in love
The lotus pond moonlight sniffs and kisses the soul of love
Not to wake up a playful dragonfly
The only thing that is missing is the floating water of the year
I am still in a dream.
The girl in red who picked lotus roots
still sings about the legend of the lotus
and blossoms with a thousand years of the Buddha's ethereal spirit
(52) Xiaohui's Tenth Symphony of Life
The dark clouds are densely packed, and the dark clouds are tumbling over
The dark clouds are hurrying to devour the sun, moon, and stars
The sun, moon and stars are all in one light. The sun, moon and stars are still in the east
The clouds are hazy, the fog is thick and lush
Thousands of years of fondness for the mountains, rivers and sunset
Thousands of years of nostalgia for the smell of bridges and water
Nature's life is a sea of sunrise and sunrise
The air is free to flow freely and healthily
The seagulls fly freely and happily. Free seagulls fly freely and happily
Free fishermen fish freely and happily
Free sailors sail freely and serenely
I'm Hu Kunbin, a Chinese poet of the hazy school
I'm in the hazy nostalgia of the rainy south of the Yangtze River
I'm in the lush melancholy of the smokey south of the Yangtze River
I'm in the lotus picking of the willow trees in the green south of the Yangtze River
.I am Hu Kunbin, a Chinese poet of the Misty School
To this day, I recall the scenery of the northern part of the country, which is frozen for thousands of kilometers
The snowflakes are drifting and red plums are pointing to the rivers and mountains
In my dreams, I have been searching for the snow lotus in the Tianshan Mountains
I am Hu Kunbin, a poet of the Misty School of Chinese poetry
I am picking up the red beans of the Wang Wei poets
I am igniting the fishing fires in the rivers and mountains by Zhang Ji
The same as in the past, when I was a young man in the middle of the night, I was picking up the red beans of Wang Wei poets.
I only understand how beautiful and quiet it is when it grows
I only read and understand the moon and the water lilies and the thousand years of Buddha's destiny
(53) The Song of the Stars
The stars are attached to the silent night sky
The reason why the stars are so attached is to shine their light
So that mankind can see their beauty
Burning all the memories of their pain
The stars are decorated with the lonely night. Decorate the lonely night
Transparent the dreams of the whole world
Make mankind kinder
Make mankind more civilized
A star's fire can start a prairie fire
Warm the world and make the world happy
With poets who look up to the starry night sky
A nation can have hope
A star is A beacon of light
Lights up the world's future
(54) Xiaohui's First Symphony of Life
I don't have the talent of a gifted musician
I can't play Beethoven's Moonlight Song with both hands
I can't afford to compose the complicated five-stringed score
I can't afford to use my right hand to play the guitar of the millenniums
I can't use my right hand to play the guitar of the millenniums
I can't use my right hand to play the guitar of the millenniums
I can't use the guitar of the millenniums
The most ethereal and beautiful sound of the human heart
Nature's thunder awakens the whole world
Light and a bolt of lightning breaks through the dark sky
Perhaps tomorrow and the day after tomorrow there will be a heavy snowfall
Three feet of ice, I believe that spring is not far away
I'm going to be the strongest to stand in the desperate situation
I'll play my life for you in the wind, flower and snow. I'll play life for you in the wind, flower and snow
Perhaps the ancient strings will break and the sound will remain the same
(55) I'll stand between the sun and the moon
The moon is gently sleeping
Very serene and extraordinarily bright
O sea! is the bed of the moon
Sleep! Sleep! Sleep!
Touch the dawn sun
Wake up the mountains, wake up the rivers
The sun rises on the sea, red all over Kyushu
A flash of light, ten thousand rays of light
I come from the clouds, and I wander with the clouds***
Standing between the sun and the moon
Misty, gentle
Very good, and I see the future.
I want to stand between the sun and the moon
To be the brightest version of myself
You are the eighth color on earth
The only one in the world
(56) To the Reader Are you okay
Those years
You read the Reader under the window
How are you now
Any magazine in the world is a good magazine. No magazine in the world
brings good luck or glory
But they do make you healthy and happy
What I'm trying to say is that
everyone's time and energy is limited
so what kind of books are good for you to read
that can make you change your outlook on life
My personal opinion
The Reader is wonderful
and you read it in the window, and it's a great magazine. p> The Reader is wonderful
Dear Reader
How are you? I'm fine
(Fifty-seven) Sending another letter to the young reader
Drawing
A boat
of the moon
Rowing through the night sky
Rowing through childhood
You
Standing at the bow of the boat
Me
Standing at the stern of the boat
Picking the stars together
Picking the stars together
Looking at the river of clouds
Together Watching the river of clouds
Tired
Sleeping on
the bed of the moon
(58) The sound of robins, waking up my childhood dream
The sound of robins, the extinction of life
Waking up my childhood dream
The golden cicada shedding its shell, the rebirth of life
A kind of metamorphosis, a kind of new life!
Flying through the pain! Flying!
All life comes from the land
Back to faith, back to movement
A person's growth process
is like a golden cicada shedding its shell
A rebirth, out of the dilemma
Possessing the power to fly
Knowledge knows, and soars to the heavens
Without a song, it's an amazing one
Knowledge ends his life in flight I am an eagle
I am an eagle
I am an eagle
I am an eagle
I am an eagle
I am an eagle
I am an eagle
I am an eagle
I am an eagle
I am an eagle
I am an eagle
I am an eagle
I am an eagle
I am an eagle
Across the grassland, across the desert
Measuring the height of the sky, the width of the sea
I am an eagle
Flying free! Fly
Fly to the harbor that belongs to me
The sky is my eternal hometown
The sea is the harbor of my soul
(60) Love of life
Sometimes I want to let go of everything
Relax myself and fly free
Not to think about tomorrow's future
Only for today, work hard
Let me be full of blood, victory to hold again!
What a wonderful world!
There is no reason for us to be deserters
No matter whether the road of life is flat or muddy
We must try to stick to it
How many storms do we have to go through in a person's life
We can't give up our faith just because of the difficulties
Only the people who love life
can reach the other side of the shore of success
All the happiness and happiness of the world. p>
All happiness is expected