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 itThe 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
一
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 bodyhas 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 lateThe 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
5
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
6
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
7
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
8
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
9
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