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1. The Road Ahead By Zhang Xianteng

The man holding the lamp walks into the village at night

In the first half of the night the village is brightly lit, and the people are living in peace and contentment

The man holding the lamp walks along the streets, searching for the wounds of his hometown

Twenty years ago it was dark and there were no treasures here

The man holding the lamp walks into the village at night twenty years later

< p>It rained lightly in the second half of the night, the road was muddy, and the carts and horses could not make it

The man with the lamp ran through the village with the fire in his hand

The lights of the village were dimmed in the second half of the night, and the people were sparse

The man who had recovered the fire walked out of the village with the lamp in his hand at dawn

He cried tears as if he were a rainbow, and he shook his head and sighed:

This is not my home town, and my village needs a treasure

2 ...Head Like Fingerprints By Zhang Xianteng

You passed me in the sunlight without looking at me

Your head is like fingerprints, and your voice is like a warbler's song

In the sunlight, in the middle of the earth's plaza, there is a head placed on top of a white sheet of paper

By the tattoos of my finger, I point to the upper part of your torso

Printed out of the head, a person who can't see the brow of his head

There is a head that is as thin as a noodle, in the morning. Early in the morning a man as thin as a noodle sits by the fire examining a picture

In the sunlight its outline goes straight on

Ten years ago I was painting in the square and you passed me

You said your head was like a fingerprint and your voice was like a warbler's song

Ten years after that I am sitting by the fire looking at the noodles that are gradually spreading out

The noodles are like the fingerprints of a wrapped fingerprint

The noodles are like the fingerprints of a wrapped finger. p>

Still not looking at me in the sunlight

3. The Road By Jiang Yutong

Time goes into absolute darkness

You can't imagine how the heart

and the sea are torn

surging. Confusing

the eternally fading past with the unfathomable future

Looking at your own past in another dimension

But never getting back to where you started

Trying to blame it all on the creation

Which says it's innocent

And all you can see is the extension of a path

Trampled under your feet, wrapped around your fingertips, and the darkness of the sea. The heart speaks softly, the road is heavy

4. Looking at the Wheat by Water Sun

The stamen wet with dew

Blossoms into a gaze of looking at the wheat.

The home of the mower

Glints and glitters, the essence of the sickle.

The rows of wheat are clear, and the stalks are strong

The winding paths of the fields

swell the sinews of the mowers

The wilderness is vast and remote, and the song is swirling.

The quiet and peaceful village dwellings,

The unchanging sincerity of a thousand years

The wind moves the rustic sentiments of the countryside.

Seeds of mind

By the calloused palms, pulled up out of the yellow soil

Achievement of full and exquisite wheat manes

Wind and dusty mowers ah

Smells the spiky ...

5. Toward Me, You Come Softly By Shu Li Yue

Toward me, you come

So, you come softly toward me

Holding a bunch of streaming clouds, a bright smile covers your cheeks

Fingers swaying the wind's infatuation, weaving a pure dreamland

Dreams, warmth fills the air

I am a tear drop on a lotus leaf. A teardrop on a lotus leaf, crystal clear

In the eyes we look at each other, handing over our hearts to our minds

The wind walks so slowly, before your footsteps come

I slowly rub myself, converging a stream of warmth flowing into the palm of your hand

Turning over the days in the name of love, sifting through the pages that are associated with you

To the blank stationery, placing the thoughts

Lowering my head, your breath quietly rests on my eyelashes

My eyes follow the path of the wind, catering to your silhouette

Waiting quietly like this, omitting all the tears

While the sun shines all the time, my happiness is so full

Some words roam over the flowers, picking up the past from afar.

I know, you must be flipping through a certain plot

6. Love Classical By: 令狐才

四围都是山 一座湖泊

昨天晚上一场雨 如烟如水的天 Last year's fallen leaves

泛黄的记忆雨 如诗不期遇

寂寞地牵扯一树青藤叶片

Years ago, I was in the middle of a rainstorm, and I was in the middle of a rainstorm, and I was in the middle of a rainstorm.

Years like the sound of your footsteps

Is that you? Bird's lyricism in June after the rain

Lake quietly, someone is fishing

The passing clouds and water Time is the green smoke-colored sky

Falls all over the lake lake water of the moon petals

Unidentified flowers sighed quietly

It's the small fish boat

The fishman. The boat-supporting pole under his hand goes up and down

Pinging and pinging around an island, a green hill

Two

The lake's water is silent

Thought after thought when the heart is quiet

The classical love of green vines

Started in the heart

High-five in the pre-dawn awakening

Filled with fatigue, a palm of pallor

It was the rain's attention of a mountain and a mountain's past life

Maybe it was a tree's projection in a lake

It was the branches It was the clouds and water in the sky

The gates of the sky opened up and the sun's bells struck above us

Time was like a bird's flight through the arcs of the sky

The dreamy song

It was the rain's psalm It was the sound of a familiar The sound of the countryside and the countryside

And love that fills the sky with tears

It's the philosophy and the philosophy of a house and a house in a city

A door and a door in the living room is the sofa and the vase of flowers resting on the coffee table

Are there clouds of smoke and amiability one TV serial after another

Imagine your back standing under the withered vines under the lights

Imagine your back standing under the withered vines under the withered vines <

It's the sunset, the old road, the bridge and the water

Go ahead and walk into the bedroom, into your dreams that night

The door closes softly like a poem, like your sad voice

It's the flood of stars, the sound of wind and water as the trees in your body grow in silence

Three

Birds swooping down on me, windowpane after windowpane

Or is it that bird

It's the same bird

It's the same bird

It's the same bird. The night, the broken chapter By: Shu Li Yue

I don't know when I woke up, the blinking stars above my head

The moonlight gurgling under my feet was like water

Lightly undressing just for this moment, I looked out over the railing from afar

Far away, far away, there is still a city of lonely lights

My words are stuck to the night, so close to my dreams

It was a warm moment, a warm moment, a warm moment.

Warmth instantly rises from the heart, and sadness is gently flicked down

Saw your delicate feet fluttering, stepping into the sky of my twenties

Dozens of white clouds slanting hanging on your cheeks, writing a huge picture of the brocade

Crawling in the night's memories, sniffing a kiss lingering on your lips

Using whitewashed phrases to enumerate all the things that have happened

When my fingers were interlocked, I was able to see a lot of things that I had not seen in my life, but I was able to see them.

Between the fingers, a refreshing fragrance leisurely overflowed

I know, that is your smiling face had a deep look back

Tears in the eyes charming into a prismatic vortex

Those transparent memories such as a film, in the wind, page after page of the spread

Opened eyes flung far away, filling the night sky

And the thoughts dominated the The mood swings, ferrying in the deep loneliness

8. Reminiscing about June By: Shu Li Yue

June, I am just one step away from summer

A wave of heat erupted from the words, unveiling the curtain of summer

My wait started in the summer, and my heart was wrapped up in my stomach without being touched

The blinding light, the countless memories of the vein Clearly lying in the arms

Really can not stop missing those days once

Who's silhouette, stirring up our encounters

Scattered pieces of the section collage up the years of the drip, the Shaohua smoked

Since the smile of the tears baked in the wind with the tidal wave of the tide

You know that this summer, I think of you especially

The depths of lotus root, my thoughts of you

The lonely cicadas chirped in the lonely night sky, waking up the stars in the sky

The moon penetrated through the body, and the cold moonlight was spread in front of the small window where I was looking out

I used to sit on the willow bench and plant poems on the nights when I didn't have you

With the exquisite verbs to pull the distance between me and you

In the space within my reach, I captured your smile in my heart, and I was so happy to see you. In the space within my reach, I capture your smiling face

Imagine curling up at your feet and sleeping soundly

9. The Old House By Country Boy

The broken flower retains its scent

Following the story of the past

I froze my thoughts

A hand raised in an instant

The tiles break

The old house is bleak

The gray solid body

has stood on earth

for half a century

The relentless wind and rain

has eaten away at your ankles

Holding on to your

withered face

I am overwhelmed with emotion

The cold, harsh winters

I curled up in

your warm, warm arms and fell asleep.

In the loss of years

You are getting older and older

Your heavy head

Can't stop

The cold rain

Drop by drop

Washing away

Your inflamed wounds

Under the green trees and red flowers

Rows of tall buildings

We are a youthful girl.

Like a young woman

My slender figure

But I can't touch

The real charm

I've long been infected with

Your simple spirit

Whenever I walk into

Your heartfelt warmth

An ambiguous current surrounds me

On each ordinary day

.

With you around

It feels like home

10. Red Tile By: Water Sun

Tile is the light of the green world

The space where living beings live.

Red rhyme, reflecting the sun's singing voice

year after year;

rhythm of rhythm

nestled in the fragrant curls of smoke ......

Red tile spine is strong,

Bathing winds and rains, welcome the frost and proud of the snow

Shade under the eaves of the beautiful Things:

Green women and red children, derricks and wooden plows,

Healthy and abundant grain and rice in the grain hoard, as well as

The sweaty winks of bright dew ......

Clusters of simple and red-hot countryside

Under the tiles, happily dancing.

Red tiles all over

Blooming quietly on top of the bricks,

Floral fragrance and simple ballads

Dense in the depths of life

Diligent lyrics of gold, glittering and glittering

Zeirun pious nature.

Let the happy and beautiful memories, lasting

settled in a good home covered with red tiles.

11. Like water flowing by: Waiting red apricot

I have been wandering in the earthly world

The breeze brushes my charming face

I have been wandering in the complexity

The bright moon lends me a dreamy lingering

I am the star's burning

The star and the moon solve the change of my cycle

I am the sea's remote

The sea tells me that I am not a man of the sea

The sea is the sea of the sea.

I should be in the boundless sea of stars

Step by step, the precipitation ......

Half a lifetime of round-trip spring

Spring hides a season of fragrant peach and plum

Half a lifetime of futile autumn

Autumn writes the words that flow from one moment to another

Spring and autumn have given me the change of time

I see the silent overlapping of spring and autumn

I have no intention of making the garments of the landscape

because it has given me a flowery article

but it won't let me write

for fear that I won't be able to finish the broken sentences of the past life

I have no intention of watching the beauty of the Irena

because it has given me a seductive image

I have no intention of looking at the beauty of the Irena

because it has given me an attractive shape

It is not the only thing that you should know.

Fear that I will not be able to escape from the tangle of my feelings

I only walk on a high hill

Borrowing a piece of secluded jungle

Hiding the cardamom when I came here

I only stop at a flat crossing

Cutting a piece of melting stream

Ferrying the melancholy of my thoughts when I go

I would like to be in the place of mountains and water

With a lost and half-lived life, I would like to be in the place of mountains and water

I would like to be in the place of mountains and water

With a lost and half-lived life.

With eyes that have been lost for half a century

Looking for the traces of the passing years

The vastness of space and time

Remembering the fickleness of the past and the future

The number of people who have come and gone like the wind

I was lost in the emptiness

I turned back and saw

The vaguely distant figure of my back

The one who never looks back. The classic of the past

The surprise of a sudden sting

The years of the past

......

12. Memories of childhood, searching for childhood By: Ice's dream is broken

The setting sun is slanting

Sending off the last line of geese

The mountains are hidden.

Continuing at the end of the clouds

The west wind dyed the maple leaves red with its heart

Father used his sweat to turn the rice from green to gold

The curved stream and mother's warmth

Have accompanied me through all the ditches and hurdles

The other side of the river

The past is still vivid in my mind.

I still remember

When the swings swung my childhood

When the white butterflies flew over the flowers

When the sunlight poured purple dreams from the sycamore blossoms

When the wind pushed up the heart of the sky

Clouds cried

Rain fell

Wetting the songs of childhood

Smiles became blurred

In a cup of tea, the warmth of my mother and the warmth of her heart. p>

In the denseness of a cup of tea

Still insisting on smiling

The tears will fall

Heart surging

Can't help but look up and see in the distance

String of hairy grasses

Lighting up the green flames again

Cicadas scattered into rain

Watering down the land of summer

Frogs opened their mouths wide

The bubbles are filled with years gone by

I walked through the reeds

to find my childhood friends

Childhood, childhood

It was like a dream, but it was also real

It was like a dream, but it was also a dream

It was real, but it was also a dream

It was real, but it was also a dream

Who can say

It was a dream or a dream

It was real or not

It was a dream or a dream

It was a dream or a dream or a dream

Who can say

And who will ever know

I call out to the fields of a few years ago

The echoes remain the same

But my childhood companions

are nowhere to be found

The hats made of hairy grass

Can't cover up the vicissitudes of the years

The cicadas are still singing, but I can't look back anymore

My heart no longer trembles with their wings

It is a dream or a phantom

Why do you think that I've never seen a dream before?

The frogs jumped into the gutter in fear

and turned back to spy on me

I was the one who caught your ancestors

No need to distinguish them anymore

The green reeds are still there

Pick a reed leaf and fold it into a boat

Carrying my old dream

To search for it

Going to search for it ----

Childhood companions

But they've been blown away by the wind

Scattered to the ends of the earth

From childishness to maturity

How much warmth has coalesced here

In the air somewhere

The years are like water

Like water passing by

When everything becomes a picture

Edited in the memory projector

Over and over again

To realize that there is still so much to think about

When everything is transformed

Living in this flame

Once and over again

Maybe so many things have changed. p>

Maybe it's such a leap

Let's say to our past selves

and our present selves

Say -

I love you, goodbye!

13-17. Ant Songs (5 Songs) By: Han Xuan

1. Ant Songs

Under the same sky

Have you ever really heard an ant play a song

Have you ever heard the sound of the grass

Have you ever seen the humility of a drop of water

And a glimmer of the dawn

What season would it be?

Have you ever thought of the moonlight

and the roses that hold you in their arms

and the helpless rain

Perhaps it is only the aging mother

who still hangs on to, even wishes for

a little roof of happiness

that would shelter the swallow that speaks of the mud and give birth to a child

and the children

that would be born to her. To have children

2. Dove

My dove flew

My dove is gone

On that morning, the morning of misery

With the warmth of my arms

Suddenly flew away

A white dove

-- the bloodline that has been linked to me all my life. My life's connected blood

A white dove

--my life's only angel

flew away

Forever flew away

3. About the passersby

About the passersby About the river

About the setting sun

And bones and bronze

Frozen and recognizable years

About emperors and horses

And packs of beasts

Dying in afternoon and dusk

About melancholic poets

Writing again

About passers-by

About the returnees

About the returnees

About the river

About the returnees

About the river

About the returnees

About the river

About the returnees

4. Poetry writing software

1. Night

The black blood that entangles the night

Blood rolls on, primal ebb and flow

Repeatedly staging the ancient ebb and flow of the tide

The beach bonfires brighten, the wild beasts howl

The sailing ship that walks the white of day Spreading out her limbs

Totally oblivious to the legend of the bowl of fresh water

2, Half a body

No wine and grief and blazing sun

No luck of crops and long sleepless nights

A goose's deep desire

Flowing between complexity and simplicity to its heart's content

Flowing without limbs

On a bone that can't be exposed

3. Poetry writing software

Embedded in a purely stateful cussed

A beautiful sonnet

A line of Bugu cries

A line of thousand-year avalanches

A line of water wrapped around a mountain, a line of trees wrapped around a vine

。。。。。。

Searching the whole body, there is not a single moan of the wind

Not half a monkey's tail

5. People in the earthly world

People in the earthly world,

Water flowing smoothly, white clouds floating,

Sunlightly, the laboring bugle,

Scare of the Bugu,

The double-swept wheat field,

Clean and crystalline, and culled and golden.

People in the earthly world, in fact, can not leave behind

wheat field, in fact, can not

embrace each other in the night,

and then separate, or even divorced.

Can't, in fact, fail

Wheatland's former faithful nurturing.

18. I am the lotus you lost five hundred years ago By: Baby Luna

Lowering my head and smiling lightly, I hid in the veil of the clear spirit of the dress

It was the moment of intoxication of the heart, the tip of the dainty toes of the shoes dotted with scarlet

Who's shyness coated my eyes

Watering the lips wanting to drip the lily

Each time of dainty indulgence, nourished a deep Gazing

Which time you came before me, not stopping to explain

I returned to the mortal world just to see you

Happy knees

Beautiful my feet

You said that the green green grass and blue blue heart

To put the most solid arm to hold the helpless hand

The flowers and grasses are full of flowers and grasses

To use the noble peonies, the flowers and plants are full of flowers.

To adorn me with gorgeous peonies

Collect the dewdrops of my smile

Dusted in the silent call

Your footprints are lost in my skirts, never to be found again

Just kiss the earth on your knees

Cupping my bowed cheeks, and murmuring delicately

No more waiting once a year.

The promise of several lifetimes ago has enriched the astringent look back

Open the green window

In this life, let the fingertips of the happy palms

Rise

Sunshine from every corner

19. Kukunol by Hanshu

High in the sky

Beneath the eagle's wide-spreading wings

The undulating earth slowly rises and falls.

The undulating earth slowly sweeps by

Mountains like beasts

Rivers bend

Eastward the river

Tears up the banks

Pastoral grasses are vast

Flowers bloom on both sides of the river

The grassland that reaches into the distance

Nomadic heavens are at the end of the earth

The sun that is as blood

Warmly Thick

Lash

The whip

The whip

The whip

The whip of all living things

Growing eternally

Mother Earth

Extending the eight

Darkness of the night

The bright moon is high in the sky

Cucunol

The water's surface a layer of white salt grains

Sleeping in the night

Silence in the belly

Water plants swaying

Fish diving

Mother of mankind heh

Mother of breast enlargement feeding her children

Endless Qinghai Lake

Tears with salt

Silence in the sun

Gentle moonlight

The dew on the tips of the grass

is the tears of the sun and the moon

20. The Land of Golden Flow By Han Shu

The golden sunset melts

in the curving river

and slowly flows

The dark mountains and the earth

reflecting the golden sky

sleeps quietly

. p>Ghee lamps flickering

The gilded Buddha of the Thar Temple

holding a lotus flower in his hand

smiling quietly.

21. By Wind Deleted Columns

"Rainbow"

Spring rain

is nursing the newborn spring

warmly and tenderly

concentrated

who

inadvertently

lifted the lapel of your clothes

is the one who

A round

of embarrassed and shy blushes

22. Four Glimpses of Summer By Wind Deletion

The Harvester

Who reads

Mango's verses published in the wheat fields

And compiles all the best

into a library of summer verses

Truly a classic

.

Pearls in every word

"Cool Summer"

With the hot backdrop of

summer

super short skirts

showing off all sorts of flair

could it not be

a smash hit?

"Untitled"

Take a look at the milk

Taste only the fragrant thick

Have you ever drunk

The pain of the grass being chewed

"Summer Dusk"

The sky and the ground

Haven't even closed the tired eyes

The coolness of that plaza

has already been

highly crowded.

People are gathering in the square

23. Thinking of you By: Ice's broken dream

Thoughts are the bells in the hearts of the people

The silk threads of the inspired kites

are like the bridge that can't be joined to the other side of the bridge at the end of the world

Always, it's the dream of a happy ending of a beautiful day

And I'm so transformed into a withered leaf

Shaking it off, it turns into

Planting the seeds of longing

Letting my thoughts germinate into a letterhead

Singing my anticipation into a boat song

Carrying a boatload of sun, moon, and stars from the peaks and valleys of the waves

Shedding all my loss in the silence of loneliness

Feeling the gaze of your infatuated eyes

Weaving a dense net between the landscape and the earth

But I can't find a way to catch you.

But I can't hold the teardrops behind your gaze

It flows into a deep river

To my chest

The wild geese that come and go in the fall and spring bring me the blue sky

Your thoughts are blue and blue in the cold and warm days

They are falling, thinning out my thoughts

Accumulating dry memories, I am speaking in a shallow voice.

Sweet dreams are woven into a string of legends

I used to say that I am a small tree beside you

Shade the sun in summer and block the wind in winter

I will protect you all day long and all night long

I used to say that you are a rose beside me

It illuminates my figure, my love

To sharpen the watery love, it nurtures us all

Words and phrases are the most important part of this story, but they are not the only thing we can say to each other.

The words were so many that we held each other tightly

Choked up and said that we would never part in this life

But now I can only be fond of the memories of our time together

Letting the coronary artery's blood beat against the bank of my hometown

The waterwheel

The waterwheel spreads the crested clover of nostalgia in the field of my heart

It can't be contained by the people of my hometown who cannot weave the endless smoke from the cooking fire

When I was in my hometown, I could not help but see the smoke of the cooks.

That's our love

The ferry is a mass of thoughts

The sun is setting and the shadows are pulling into long whips

Age has soaked our weak nerves

My heart has created a stream in the lake

Leading to the first encounter between you and me that's been sealed away for a long time

Carrying a flat boat and drifting towards you

Wrapping my arms back around The passing of yesterday

To turn today's emotions into stalactites

Hanging in the cavern of longing at all times

24. The Snake's Crossing By Niu Yuexi

Between the jagged rocks, the road of survival crosses the narrow path.

Cold, blood.

The unity of life's opposites.

With the solidification of ice and blood, there is the boiling of life's hot blood, which can melt and break through all the thorns and gravelly lore, and can traverse the abyss of the giant valley.

In the icy cold and warm, snow and blood confrontation, fell out of the practiced and ill-fated song of life.

First snow, at the entrance to the thorny cave. Hibernation is hidden, entry is the accumulation of the original drive. The exit of spring thunder, life takes on the colors of sunshine after the lonely heart crisscrosses.

As long as the indomitable will of the original in the five viscera and six organs gathered strength and always forward, there will be within reach of the halo, such as the golden collar, life is born out of the piercing splendor.

Within the framework constructed by the word "praise" and "blame", the scales that are hidden and not exposed are stretched out in a part of the road that overlaps with the idea of being a human being. Silent wandering silent sniffing, against the blazing sun, condensed into the life experience of the self, will be about the search of the mouse, through the hibernation of the hunger to swallow the harvest of the cry.

Stretch. Yield. The flag of life.

Like the flame of a lamp, shining through the darkness in all the shallow holes, y branded with the spiritual shadow of the bone, so that the cricket's thoughts in the content of the qualitative soaring, so that the sharp beak of birds like knives of the conspiracy rupture in the doorway of the forethought, resulting in a series of books of fairy tales redacted.

Hurry. Slow. The music of life trembles.

The idea of the snake, the emotion of the snake, frames the path of the snake with the movement of a piece of music, the dark lines that parallel after the crossing, sewing and widening all the pale material space, and making the rise and fall of a poem long and lingering as the snake crosses ......

25. Looking Back at the Ridge Country By Han Shu

Xi Meiduo Hetang

Early in the morning

The sunlight penetrates through the clear sky

Waking up the ancient grassland of the gods

Xi Meiduo Hetang--

The goddess's hair is like a cloud

Bountiful breasts undulate and are adorned with flowers

White clouds are like a holy khaddar.

The sky is far away

The eagle hovers in solitude

The earth is boundless

Looking back at the river, it glitters

The snow-capped mountains of Animaqing

Silent

Morning bells of the Waixiang Monastery

The Six Character Chants

The streamers are fluttering

The Tea-Horse Road of Tang Dynasty

The herdsmen are scattered and the herders have fallen.

The herdsmen are scattered

The ox-horn zither

King Gesar sings incessantly

Ximeiduo Hetang

Goddesses watch over the sea of flowers for a thousand years

26. Looking back at the Ling Country By Han Shu

Waixiang Monastery

Buddha's tranquility

The aroma is curling up

The light of the ghee is like the stars in the long heaven

The light of the butter is like the stars in the long sky

The light of the ghee is like the stars in the long sky.

The stars in the sky

The ancient copper lamps of a thousand years

The red-robed lamas' foreheads glittered

The snow-capped mountains of Anima Ching

Rising high above the clouds

Listening to a thousand years of chanting

Songs of the Brahman transformed into a fresh wind

Whisking the long tails of the yaks

The pasture grasses undulating in their chests

The long river sets

A cloud-like flock of goats

A cloud-like flock of sheep

White clouds of sheep return late

The ancient Buddha

Smiles without saying a word

27. Looking back at the Ling Country By Han Shu

The Heavenly Mourning Terrace

The sun is sinking in the west

The earth is blood-colored and misty

That day the vultures of the mountain passes

On the cold and hard rocks

Glared at

Long streamers

danced in the wind

Long pastoral songs

The long river bends

The sky

cloudless

is like the endless sadness in my heart

28. Looking back at the Ridge Country by Han Shu

Darkness comes

The green, pale earth

The green, pale earth

When the night comes, the green, pale earth

was covered by the sky.

The sky is covered

The wilderness spreads out in all directions

Blood-colored sunset

The river is like flowing fire

The eagle carries the blood-red on its back in the sky

Filled with sadness

Blades slash the earth

Ants are pouring into the wild

Fleeing in all directions

Wounded cow

Wounded pasture

Anxious pasture

.

The homeland is far away

Barren

The earth breathes y

The homeland is hard to leave

The curled leaves of the forest

Like snow flying

The mountain springs,

The doe's eyes

Body's ruddy baby's eyes

Tears run dry

The starlight,<

Endless mountains

Shouldering the sky

Rocks cold

Night deep

Darker than darkness

Silder than silence

The clan is far away

A meteor

Glides through the pale night sky

No rain and no wind

29. Two. The Aegean Sea for Two By Mio Ishida

1

Crystal blue, stepping on it, soft and soft

Like a green carpet, spreading

A piece of the bright moon and a day of starlight

Like brilliant street lamps hanging on both sides

To brighten up the eyeballs and the chest

2

This isn't a myth in the legend

This is a myth for two people.

It's a myth of two people's love

Two people's confidences, haunting the sea in the Dragon King's

ears and horns grow longer and longer

3

The bright moon sends a generous gift, and rewards

This night's cleanliness and quietness as a wedding gown

The night comes to incense

4

The little red sailboat is a little red

cradle, slowly

swinging in the fine waves, using only the breeze, not the small oars

The sound of the fine waves comes from the sound of the heart

The breeze gently

covered like a gauze over the head, including the hometowns of the two

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Spitting out the The ship's voice like a familiar rustic language

takes the two in its arms and fades to

shore again, watching the moon like a willow tip

the quiet home, the world of the two

like a grain of jacaranda

the grass and the trees like ripe millimeters and

intimate skin, wrapped affectionately around the body

the color of that is enchanting dinner party

The scent was that of the lips of a first kiss

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Pulling a blade of grass and tying it around the waist

Enjoying the pristine wedding

Picking a flower and putting it on the head

Pleasing the prince's heart

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The birds were the messengers that sent letters, shuttling to and fro in the homeland of the

Polymine, in the pure

airspace, enjoying the sky and the sky.

airspace, enjoying the freedom of heavenly fairies

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The shallow call after call, like a whisper pasted to the

ear, only the heart corresponds to the heart

is the spiritual prayer and supplication

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Two people of the Aegean Sea is the love letter to and fro

Those classic words are the sea's Flying Birds

Fly, fly, fly slowly, fly tired

Lay down on a small island or a small sailboat

Sleep, like the sea, and make the best of your dreams

30. A Touch of Tranquillity By: Moon Baby

If your life is a heavy fiery red

And I'm just a touch of pale pink in between the sky and the earth

If your life is heavy fiery red

and I'm just a touch of pale pink in between the sky and the earth

If your breath is a heavy ink stroke

How will the translucent me cross the sky

In the breeze

Like a willow

Like a wadding

The fireworks outside the window shook the night sky

The moment they flashed by

I saw my own body

Playing out vaguely

It is the girl of the family who is the most beautiful and the most beautiful.

Who's girl is warbling

And a gentle song

Tells of delicate colorful

I can't get away from the world after all

How far is the end of love

Only by sharpening the dream on the top of the rock

Stroking the clouds

Hanging on the black and soft tapestries

And so, I stopped thinking about it

When I saw my own body

Laid out hidden, I saw my own body

Laying out hidden. And so I stopped thinking

The speechless gazes paced in front of me

What of the vicissitudes of life

Your pity

Silently, I held it tightly

In front of the misty Buddha's shrine

The sound of a knocking

The sound of the sound echoes

31. At the side of the water By Ye Meng

At the side of the water

This season

This season

The spring light in the door is exquisite

The swaying stems of the flowers are burned by the midnight moonlight

The falling red ruins the time

On this dew-dripping morning sunlight

The dark shadows of attachment after tinkering

Tearing open the increasing cracks of the old wall

An old-fashioned brass lock

Guarding the secrets of a yard of sycamores with falling leaves

We are in a state of shock.

Familiar backdrops

Faded in the dust and smoke of the years

Half of the remnants of the wall

Can't hold up too many legends from long ago

The gap between the pier and the bricks

Haunted by years of reed pipes

When the sun sets

Who is still stubborn enough to pick up

Paintings and dysprosium left on the back side of the sunlight

Who is still stubborn enough to pick up

Paintings and dysprosium left behind on the back side of the sunlight

The sound of the sunlight

The sound of the sunlight

Standing at the end of the geese's song

Listening intently

Who remembers

Planting the willow color of the south of the Yangtze River in the thin xiaojiao of the past year

The stone

Speckled with the age of the years

The cold moon

Hanging on the frozen tears

Laughs.

Laughing, the ghostly

Ghostly

Silk threads of daylight and moonlight weave into a tapestry of sound

Splendid in all the twilight's yearnings

The phoenix-tailed bamboo clusters opened up by the early moon

Who's sentimental eyes are in the light of the dark scent of the southern wall of the courtyard that can't be shut out

Floating in the dark sound of the fading sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the dark sound of the sound of the sound

A piece of the green stone slabs.

A piece of stone slab

Swaying who has been up and down for years

Idlely looking at the clouds and the moon's tearful eyes

It's the light from the neighboring attic window

Can't hold back the thoughts

Like that curtained dream

Immersed in the maiden's love

Peach Blossom in full bloom

Looking up at a tree of blossom

The sound of a broken heart is the only thing that will stop me from thinking about the future

There is no way I can stop you. A Broken Hurricane

The Sigh of Water Swirls

The Dewy Willow

Can't Carry Overlapping Melancholy

The Sound of Waves on the Shore Remains the Same

The Sleepless Fisherman's Fire Hunts for the Fragments of Water Patterns

The Reed Reed is Frosty and White

Who's on the Other Side of the Water

Steps on the Dew Drops

In this Season of Dreams

The Mind The splendor of mountain flowers

A bird song blooming in the east wind

Charmingly loud