90 ：Nan Ge Zi - Chongyang Festival
---2004-9-12
On the 9th day of the 9th lunar month, I climbed up to see the faraway place.
When will the grass and trees be stained with autumn frost?
The first thing you need to do is to send a message to your loved ones, and then you can send it to them in the form of a dogwood.
The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty and get out of the way.
91 ：江城子-清明节
--2004-4-7
The morning of the Qingming Festival, I got up and went to the South Mountain, and looked at the West River.
The pine trees in the area are very beautiful, and the birds are in the forest.
All the worries and joys outside the body are in the picture, and the feelings can be solved, and it is hard to say.
The old home is still remembered, the sandy sky, water flooding.
The four seasons are desolate, which is the green mulberry field?
The first thing you need to know is to plant more trees, so that you don't have to kill each other.
92 ：Magnolia slow - spring
----2005-3-31
I do not know when the grass is green, swallows return?
I am looking forward to a good time to visit the spring field and get drunk.
The first thing you need to do is to look up to the sky and laugh at the people, and the flowers blooming all over the place.
See that spring back to the earth, flowers and willow white.
Youth, good dreams, fear of emptiness, should not give up.
The sky is quiet, the stars are sparse, the moon is pale, the shadow is full of court house.
Uncommon, the clutch gathering and dispersal, go to the Yangguan, boiled wine to send the hairpin.
But there is a light wind to accompany me, no words to drink on the platform.
93 ：Tian Xian Zi - Butterfly Dream
--- 2004-9-13
I hate the youthful dreams, but who will listen to me after the pain.
The butterflies are in the grass garden, swinging on the swings, and they are in a state of shock, dancing without any intention to appreciate.
I'm not sure what I'm talking about, but I'm not sure what I'm talking about. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new car, and then you will be able to get your hands on a new car.
The mood is very vivid, and I think it is a good idea to have a good time, but I don't know what to expect.
94 : Linjiang Xian - Drunk
--- 2004-9-4
But what is the best thing about this life?
The only thing that makes me crazy is my daughter's red, smelling the jasmine and singing to the wine.
Drunken Liu Ling a thousand times, the sadness of tears hazy eyes.
The first time I saw this, I was in love with a girl who was in love with a girl. The first time I saw you, I was in the middle of the night, and you were in the middle of the night.
95 ：永遇乐-百年奥运
----2004-8-26 Night
Preface: The Centennial Olympics was held in the city of Athens, the birthplace of the Olympic Games. The convening of this event once again embodies the unity of the world's countries and peoples, sound physical fitness, and the spirit of striving to be the first, in order to celebrate this event, I composed the lyrics to remember.
In the beginning of the fall, the Olympic Games, back to Athens. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots, and you'll be able to get them to fit in your pocket.
The human comedy, thousands of stories, interpretation of gains and losses enmity.
The Aegean Sea is a sea of waves, and there is always a chance that we will see each other again.
The old dreams are revisited, the memories are confused, and the tears are drunk with true love. Sword and crossbow is quite, a point high and low, spelled out the title of the crown.
The rise and fall of honor and disgrace, the sharpness of stupidity, all is a flash in the pan. The road to peace, equal confrontation, all the people want.
96 : Nian Nujiao - rose dream
---2004-8-25
Preface: 2004 Athens Olympic Games, the Chinese women's soccer team suffered a "Waterloo". The team lost to Germany by a large margin, ending the Olympic journey in advance, the two Olympic fiasco, but also let hundreds of millions of Chinese people are incredibly disappointed. But we still support the Chinese women's football team, I believe they will get out of the predicament, find their confidence, revitalize the wind, and then create glory, to return the countrymen. We should wait and see, waiting for them to rise again. The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley.
Clanging roses, pain in the heart, hate green sand field.
The Athena fairy, the god is bleak, the crane and the wind echoed.
The disappointed fans, sorry to strangle, embarrassed, what do you think?
The Aegean Sea fog, fuzzy and unintentional to appreciate.
The tide rises and falls a thousand times, should be through the storm, but see the wave of excitement.
The fight for the spring and fall, winter and summer pain, practicing the gods and goddesses.
The past is like smoke, the honor and disgrace of life, turned into a thousand waves.
The woman of the world is a woman of the world, and she is a woman of the world, and she is a woman of the world.
97 : touch the fish - the rhyme of the word
----2005-3-28
Preface: I have always been very sorry for their previous inability to study properly, and now always want to change, but it is very difficult. I can't achieve nothing and waste my time, my famous saying is: others live the first half of their lives, I live the second half. This is also the reason why I want to write poetry and lyrics. In the lyric world, I admire Su Dongpo and Liu Yong, they are my role models. I want to write out my thoughts for your appreciation.
Look at the red dust, snow, frost, clouds and rain, spring, fall, winter and summer how much?
Startled to look back, the youth wasted, the sun and moon gradually into the sunset.
The wind and night, long sighs, time always rush people old.
The clouds and wild grasses, accompanied by my reading of poetry, fill in the lyrics of the song, the pleasure of getting up early.
The rhyme of the words, there is a comparison of styles.
The generosity of Su Shi is exquisite, the Yangtze River and Red Cliff airships, the atmosphere is not vulgar appearance.
The first time I saw this, I saw it in the background, and it was a very good one.
The article is written in a way that I know is wonderful.
98 ：浪淘沙-醉
----2005-4-2
Good wine tastes fragrant, drunken my liver and intestines.
The starry river is rosy and the night is pale, the silence is deeper and I drink alone, laughing at the light of the sky.
In my dream, I went to the southern border and cruised on an iron ship.
The peace is always with swords and spears, and the drunken eyes look northward with their bows, shooting down the wolves of the sky.
99 ：Nanxiangzi：Smoke Locked Heavy Floor
----2005-4-7 Revised
The north wind is cold in the waxing moon, and a few points of frost stained the old face.
Through the heavy building looking northwest, cooking smoke, curling and swaying on the nine days.
The air is full of Xichuan, ten thousand miles of glacier out of the distant mountains.
Waiting for the spring light to come early, the wind flow, grass and trees are full of vigor.
100 ：永遇乐-游戏红尘
----2005-4-12
Walking in the red dust, roadside scenery, alone to appreciate.
The characters are so elegant that they look like Song Yu and Pan An.
The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a new pair of shoes.
The first thing you need to know is how to get to the top of the list.
The fireworks, the game of life, even if there is a great deal of love.
The willow piping, the fair lady, the good song to sing.
The song and dance of the swallows, the love of the deep, the pleasure of guessing by the column.
Listening to the wind and rain, the west building is silent, and the north window is far away.
101 : Nian Nujiao - Sword Dance
----2005-5-31
The story of the jianghu, after all, the legend, always the wind and flow of the ages.
The story of the jianghu is a legend, and it is always a story of the past.
How many dreams are there, and how many dreams are there, and how many dreams are there?
The story of the jianghu is a legend, and it is a story that has been around for a long time.
The three feet of the blue blade, the dragon roars like a tiger.
The wind and rain of a thousand years of spring and autumn, can not look back, only the vicissitudes of the road.
The strong woman Yu Ji, the final unrepentant, sword axe Wujiang River miserable.
The red sleeves of Gongsun Da Niang are fluttering lightly, and she dances with her sword.
The first time I saw this, I was so happy to see you, and I was so happy to see you.
102 ：水调歌头-雪中吟
----2005-5-27
The snow falls and the flowers fly away, and it is cold and frosty day again.
Looking northward into the winds, there are wonders in the land.
The silver dress is bright, light point white charming, the most good face.
Under the snow, you can see the three colors, and you can paint the mountains and rivers with a wonderful brush.
The long sleeves, the light back, dancing and dancing.
The life of a man is free, and he is afraid of the shortness of his life.
The love of a sentimental man and woman, intending to fly than the wings, the beautiful scenery from the lingering.
The first thing you need to do is to remember the past, but when will it be over?
103 : Wave Amoy - clouds
----2005-4-3
Love to see the clouds in the sky, Man dance long skirt.
Shy pull up the short lapel, four seasons makeup more elegant, light point cherry lips.
It's always hard to find someone who understands me.
The willow is a leisurely breeze under the piano, want to send true love to the best friend, a song of soul.
104 ：Bu Suan Zi - Winged Plum
---2004-9-17
The snowy night of the window, the shadow of the plum fragrance to.
The first time I saw this is when I was a kid, and I was a kid, and I was a kid.
The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
No matter how many times I've been wrong, I want to be able to send my love to you.
105 : prose poem - the soul does not dance
----2004-8-12
Once thought that the journey of life.
I used to think that the journey of life was always a journey to find happiness and freedom in the non-stop running
.
Despite the exhaustion of the body and mind,
the endless pressure,
is still waiting for the release of time.
Gazing at the night sky for a long time,
The stars and the moon reflect each other,
Before you is a mirage.
How many times I have to go through the fog,
I don't want to have the honor and disgrace in the world,
accompany the wind and rain in walking together.
Look carefully at the road you've traveled,
Mangy future where is the way back,
even if it's flat, do not dare to look back.
The past is always entangled in the heart,
Memories are that eternal pain,
inexplicably choked in the throat.
It's my soul that never dances,
A light song and dance won't kill the mood,
The scene is so melting that I lightly waved a red hand.
The rain is like a dream,
The scenery is still the same,
The blossoming and the falling of the flowers, why ask the reason.
106 : Prose Poem - Mountain Village - Little River - Willow Tree
----2005-3-22
I: Mountain Village
I love the mountain village where I was born and raised, whether I go to the cape or the sky.
The story in the mountain village is plain, but I can never erase the attachment.
The mountain village is surrounded by mountains, and the majestic mountains block the wind and cold on all sides.
The change of seasons changes the color of the mountain village, and dresses up the scenery of the mountain village wonderful gorgeous.
I like to stand on a high hillock in the morning and watch the smoke from the cooking in the mountain villages spread around.
The smoke that rises up is like a traveler leaving his home.
Always at dusk, a person sitting quietly in front of the door.
A childlike counting of the stars in the sky, listening carefully to the language of the stars and the moon.
Only when you become a wandering wanderer can you feel the warmth of home.
The world outside is colorful, but it adds to the sigh of life.
The people here know the chaos outside, they realize the sorrows of the wanderer.
It is their ever-open embrace that holds the emotions of the traveler's return.
The people who inherit from generation to generation are quietly and selflessly giving.
It is you who nurtured my mind to keep moving forward through the storm.
The small mountain village where chickens and dogs are heard, everything about you touches my sorrow and joy.
The silence of the mountain village does not need to be broken, I want to leave this kind of love to forever.
Second: the small river
----2005-3-25
I can't forget the small river by the village, can't forget the clear water of the small river.
There is a complex that I can not open, and there is the bitterness of my attachment to my hometown.
The charm of the hometown in the small river, the mountain village has its own style.
He nourished the pure and simple people, people also forget to be intoxicated.
In the four seasons it never dries up, and the river flows on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on.
The river aspires to the ideal of the sea, taught me the character of upward.
The river is the children's paradise, has remembered the joy of my childhood.
The creek is like a landscape painting, colorful colors I painted.
In winter on the thick ice, galloping children's ice cars.
In that white as silver ice, there are children in the indulge in joy.
In summer, the sun shines on the river, flowing down the gentle geometry.
Stepping on the cobblestones at the bottom of the river, let me realize that life is bumpy.
The red men and women on the bank of the river, a thousand times through this small river.
The plowed Dao Dao black soil, is the creek left them fertile.
The feelings of those who left their hometowns are still as hot as the creek.
Memories flow in my heart, I would like to put the tears into the river.
Three: Willow tree
----2005-4-8
The willow tree by the village has always been the worry of my heart.
Wherever I go, I never forget it.
Every time I go out of the mountain village, I pass by it.
It quietly watched my figure, as if it had something to say to me.
Every time I return, it is the first to greet me.
How many times has my dusty appearance tormented its heart.
When the fall came, I could see the depression of its figure.
Efforts to wait for the last trace of green, want to call the summer to know its persistence.
When spring came, I saw it wearing a new coat of joy.
The willow branches flutter with the breeze, which must be a relief from the long winter.
Sitting under the willow tree, I took a good look at the village.
The mountain village is nestled at the foot of the mountain, with the expanse of fields in front of it.
The memory of playing under the willow tree and laughing as a child is still as yesterday.
It knows a lot of my stories, knows my childhood life.
I love this willow tree, it is my eternal support.
I will never forget, forget that you caressed my scars.
107 : Prose Poem - The Wind Blows the Clouds to Dance
----2005-8-21
The autumn wind blew through my window again , and she gently tapped the curtains.
I stood quietly behind the window and saw that everything outside it was changing.
Who made the mountains change color, only to hear the wind sighing softly.
I can not believe my eyes, I do not know when it has changed its appearance.
The fall wind shook the branches of the sycamore tree, to meet together towards the sky.
The sycamore catered to the touch of the wind, the leaves with the wind flew out of sight.
I heard the wind in the non-stop talk, there is no soulmate of the day is really suffering.
I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good look at this.
A cloud flew in the sky, freely riding in the clear space.
I want to draw the splendor of this heaven and earth, and keep the beauty forever.
The fall wind blew the white clouds in the change, I saw the fairy dancing with the wind.
The fairies rotated their white skirts, and the delicate dance stayed in their hearts.
The clouds gently waved their hands in the sky, and I had heard her call.
She asked the wind to send me a letter, asking me not to care about the sorrows and joys of the world.
I waved my long sleeves obliviously, and I had the bravery to fly to the sky in my heart.
Delusion inserted a pair of wings, flying in the cloud by the side of each other.
The wind blows and the clouds come to dance, and I see through heaven and earth.
The time has flowed away, is that I have no words when to have again?
The wind blew and the clouds danced, and I went with the wind under the clouds.
The wind and the clouds have to keep each other, and love always lasts long.
108 : Prose poem ---- spring will know
---- 2005-3-23
Always without realizing it, spring comes to me.
I hear her footsteps, I hear her whispered murmur.
I gently looked back and was surprised not to notice.
She was right beside me, already in full bloom.
The weather is warming up again, and the balmy sun hangs in the sky.
I'm going to come on a date with spring and tell spring is my favorite.
The swallows have returned to my roof, pouring out her attachment.
Flowers and plants are really not simple, through the suffering and still beautiful.
And who can believe that your belated karma.
It is the old willow tree in front of the door, let you comb her face.
In that withered branches and tender strips, remember the style of the vicissitudes of time.
Youth is but a passer-by, I can not always rely on yesterday.
The spring will know that there is my dream around the soul.
Waiting for a long time, until the earth is changing.
Please leave your fragrance in front of my window.
Maybe next year or I'm still waiting,
waiting for the winter to spring back to the lingering.
109 : Prose Poem ---- Autumn Leaves
---- 2005-3-15
Autumn, always have to go far away,
only to let me know that I have not enjoyed enough of the scenery of this season.
Autumn leaves, at the time of falling,
I can not read, that layer of yellow leaves to stay in the tree reason.
Walking in the wilderness, the depressed trees asked me if there is still spring?
The desolate scenery in my eyes, illusion of countless green shadows waiting.
The yellow earth is connected to the blue sky, I can only see the beauty of this desolate color all around.
The geese chased the white clouds, and agreed to fly together to the southeast of the sky and then keep each other.
Autumn chose to escape, what is the reason for you to face the difficulties dim?
Winter I have no mood, grinning north wind I can only hide in that west building.
Autumn leaves left behind the memory of autumn, she wants to follow the youth forever forward.
The painful fate of the metamorphosis, experienced to know the beauty of the tenderness.
Autumn leaves to stay in the trees, is trying to give a greeting to the late snow.
Autumn leaves drift down on the ground, is to want to pave the chasm at the foot of the big trees.
Remember the autumn leaves, remember the autumn leaves bring the good sense of sentimental.
The first thing you need to do is to remember the autumn leaves, and remember the feeling of the season.
110 : I am a grain of sand in the wind
----2005-5-2
I am a grain of sand in the wind, drifting with the wind at the end of the world.
Why do you keep wandering and still set out tomorrow?
I'm busy looking for my home in my dreams.
I want to fly to your side and send you a rose.
I want to fly to your side and send you a rose.
I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get to you, but I'm going to be able to get to you, and I'm going to be able to get to you.
The years passed by in a hurry, washed away my lead.
Unconsciously wandering, and walked to your window.
Seeing the shadow in the window, there is too much bitterness in my heart.
You know my dream, accompany you through spring, fall, winter and summer.
Time witnesses love, youth is spirited.
I am a grain of sand in the wind, willing to go with the wind to the end of the world.
111 : Prose Poem ---- The wind has blown for me
---- 2005-5-15
I have a dream to find the old me.
I want to get back the happiness of my childhood and forget the bumps and bruises of the present.
A simple life, don't care about monotonous work.
I want to say to you, you are my eternal trust.
Don't care about my faults, I know my promise.
The loneliness of the heart, only you help me to break through.
The spring is coming and going, and the flowers are blooming and falling.
Beauty can not stay forever, youth seems to have never come.
I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get a good look at this.
The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots.
I want to read your mind, and I'm not afraid of the fireworks.
I'm going to wait for you to come to the date, forget about the separation of the gathering and send you a flower.
The wind blew for me, the rain fell for me,
My world is still so vast.
My heart is going to stop at the station in front of me,
There must be you waiting for me.
The wind has blown for me, the rain has fallen for me,
Have you heard my story?
The tenderness in my eyes, have something to say to me,
Love will always belong to me.
112 : Prose Poem ---- Westbound Express
---- -2005-9-2
Picking up a simple traveling bag, I'm leaving home.
Embarking on a westbound train, I'll go wandering far away.
I'm going to stay in my madness and look for my paradise.
I have many dreams of coming to the West.
I have a lot of dreams, and I dream of coming to the West.
There is my happiness here, and there is my eternal hope.
Let go of all the sadness and realize my wish.
The train is chasing the setting sun, and my heart is flying with the red clouds.
I want to keep a ray of sunshine, want her to accompany me.
A light breeze blows across my chest, and I don't care about the wanderer's desolation.
The train crossed the hillock, and I am attached to the sorghum on that hillock.
Who will pay attention to a piece of green and yellow, I only remember the red sea.
There are also layers of waves here, and I am like a boat drifting.
The westbound train, traveling through my heart.
I quietly listen to her voice and hear the kindness of the heart.
I remember today's time, willing to wait beside her for a lifetime.
The train is traveling westward, where is the port of call?
I am waiting for the Yellow River's nine corridors, will definitely see your return voyage.
I want to forget the rush of the breakup, the memory is our last collection.
113: Prose Poem - The Year of the Horse
The horse, the faithful friend of mankind.
Throughout the history of human civilization for five thousand years,
the legend of the horseback for future generations to enjoy,
its great achievements have long been in the annals of history,
the spirit of its bowing and scraping for a thousand years of comment,
regardless of the merits and losses of the qualities of the shame,
not to spare the painstaking demeanor of the people who do not have a lapel sigh,
a thousand miles of journey, oat and a lot of other things, the people who are the most important thing to do is to make the best of the situation, and the people who are the most important thing to make the best of the situation.
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night.
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, I was in the middle of the night, I was in the middle of the night, I was in the middle of the night, I was in the middle of the night, I was in the middle of the night.
.......
Horses, great physique, handsome.
It is a sign of health and a symbol of strength.
The width of the sky and the earth, let it gallop freely;
Ten thousand horses galloping, the momentum lead to the earth trembling;
Horse whistling the wilderness, shocking the world and weeping ghosts and gods;
The sky and the horse, it is a god of reverie.
The iron horse and the golden goose make you think.
.......
Horses are good-natured and specialized.
It is a model for humanity, a pure land for the sublimation of the soul.
The life of the horse is characterized by hard work and courage.
Living in simplicity, the humble room through the wind and rain;
not afraid of poverty, do not care to drink cool water and eat grass;
character of the fierce, depending on the sword mountain fire as ordinary;
character of the gentle, willing to ear sideburns and charming;
.......
The life of a person is in a hurry,
years and years of wasted time, time and time is running out.
The common man on the horse, the actual number of sweat face,
Open forum lectures, there is the road extraordinary;
With the gentleman song, only for mutual understanding,
Learning is no end, a drop in the ocean;
Learning the horse experience, a thousand years of talk,
Loyalty and treachery can be argued, has not been simple;
The stone of the mountain can be used as a gold and jade,
Sentimentally
It's not easy to say.
114: Prose Poem ---- I don't want to walk onto the dance floor
---... -2005-9-27
I don't believe my eyes anymore, I don't want to see clearly what's in front of me.
Hiding in the corner I kept praying, don't let me be this helpless forever.
I don't want to be in this mood forever, please give me a chance to transition.
I want to open the windows of your heart.
Can not face your forced smile, carefully listening to your non-stop talk.
I'm afraid to listen to your pale story, I just want you to remember my advice.
It is you who always fantasize about being carefree, to forget the hard work of running around day and night.
I hope to walk into the red dust with you, come together to hold hands and get along carefully.
Can you understand the shock of the music, there can be waves undulating in your heart.
You have forgotten my existence, always keep rotating the dance steps.
Never want to walk into this dance floor, and do not want to be favored by you for a lifetime.
Always in the poor neon lights, happy behind our sour.
Never want to go into this dance floor, I know the pain of the paper drunk.
Who can wait for me sincerely, only my kind parents at home.
I want to know the reason for my drunkenness, is it possible to be willing to stop for me?
I'm not going to be able to get away with it, but I'm going to be able to get away with it, and I'm going to be able to get away with it, and I'm going to be able to get away with it.
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