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1. A life of righteousness
Text/Shangde is like water
The stormy rivers and mountains
Together, they went to the vastness
It's like the breath of maturity
As soon as you arrive in the open
It will be more vivid
Maybe it's because of the weight
Maybe it's because of urgency
All the lookouts
It's all a little fragile
If it can't stand the grinding of time
Don't shout it out easily
The pain in my heart
Some are meant to be
Some may be on a whim
As long as you are used to seeing such a vast scene
It is no longer possible to mention the doom of fate
All miserable growth
It will be wiped out
There will be a resurgence of the ashes
If you could take a longer view
to be able to go over the treetops
See the boiling world
That's what we live without hesitation
2. Green silk is thin
Text/Zidi is safe
Dewdrops and other sunshine
A glimpse of the first encounter,
Crystal clear, shining,
Turning into clouds and giving up, like moths
Sunset, etc
Sunshine will always go hand in hand
Akichikami Shifuji 缠络
Sunset and eyes
Pulse
Picking up the stairs under the moon,
Moon Shadow whispers
Stumble along
It is also as bright as a galactic magpie
Messy in the wind,
The scrolls were turned by the west wind
The fragrant face in the eyes,
Coming and going from the summer to the cold
see
Paulownia Flower Accompaniment Frost Flower Dance
Pick up the flowers with your right hand
Flick your forehead with your left hand
Green silk is thin
The gray hair is old
Hometown and flying reed flowers
Smoke curls around the sunset
Old willow sprouts
Fly to the end of the world
How to let go of lovesickness
Sansheng stone flowers on the other side
That's a slave family
Ask for the Bestow I:
And look at the west window
Cut red candle flowers with the same cut
If one day
Moon's underwear blue clothes and blue lanterns
Ink incense scroll
It's a hustle and bustle
Tired birds return to the dust
3. Nurturing
Text/Writing poems by Ban Deng
A little bit of taste and sound is missing
My sense of smell and hearing was like I was in debt
Normal activities are frozen
Only loneliness thrives
The darkness filled my eyes
Absorbs all the light
But I'm not afraid, because I have wings
I can fly high in the sky
There's got to be hotter on there
Burn out the unbridled arrogance of the darkness
As long as the chest is full of hope
I will be able to nurture the fragrance of birds and flowers for myself
4. Wandering thoughts
Written by Mineko
It's been too long
The flock of sheep returning home ignites the cooking smoke
The village fell asleep early
My heart is always open
For this lost night
Standing at the intersection into the village to wash life
The moon did not sleep
The clouds swirled around her
Put your hands together in front of the sky
I don't expect to be rich in this life
Just pray to be a fruit tree in the yard
Give your father and mother full of peace year after year
5. I always want to write a eulogy for this rain
Text/Wakaina
I always want to write a eulogy for this rain
Come with passion and go with sadness
It seems to be just for the sake of listening
The sound of an eagle cutting through the sky
Rain had a happy childhood
In heaven. Carefree churning and swaying
No one said it was right, and no one said it was wrong
Like the child in every mother's sight
Use ivory and disinfectant cotton
Sew it up and enjoy
Grew up
The virtual world cannot carry the impulse of rebellion
It dreams of a huge pie
Holding the evil smile
The horn sounded in black pressure
It's glory, it's fate
All falls are icy
There is also a rustling sound -
Yu Xiao Makoto
When you grow up, you wash others
And themselves
It becomes sewage and goes back to another round
6. The road is short and long
Sentence / Kamiyu
At both ends of the road, we met
In a language that is higher than love words, we love each other
The snow begins in the autumn sun
Silence comes from the waves of the heart
If one day I'm silent
Does anyone read the poetry of our youth
I love without words
There are only roads
7. The wind chose to travel far away
Text/Shu Yuzhu
Early Summer,Fall Issei Xiang,
Facing each other in the greenery,
It just so happened that the wind chose to travel far away.
The thoughts that lie dormant on the lips,
Scratched open, the light in a flower seed.
On the horizon, a touch of red,
Precipitate in the twilight of walking.
A hazy cold moon,
Lonely falls on the left shoulder,
Gently twisted, crumpled years.
Scattered thoughts,
Follow the direction of the wind, shake into a clean string,
Fall into the dust and turn into a lotus shadow.
A green lotus of vicissitudes,
I have read the joy of my heart and slept with the wind.
Blooming incense notes,
On the way through which the river flows,
Folded layer by layer, sweet and sour in bitter and spicy.
Quiet dreams,
Ning Xin, adorned with a few petals of morning light,
It turns out that on the dream of white flowers on a blue background, there is no complaint or resentment.
8. Loess beams
Plough rake earth gas / text
Every loess beam,
It's all the pride of time.
Over here
The wind of the years,
Silent music is played.
The sunlight is obliquely long
Skimming over the mountain beams,
Put the dream of the millennium,
Carved into the mottled stone wall.
Ancient ballads,
Echoing in the valley.
Generation after generation trampled on desolation
Stand on the land.
Generations looking up to heaven,
Connected to the earth.
This endless loess beam,
It is a witness to history,
It is also the corridor of life.
Let us listen with our hearts,
Listen to the chant of the land.
stormy,
pyrotechnic agitation,
Undulating,
Stretch the wings of life.
Every loess beam,
It's all a bag of time.
Loaded with the sun,
Loaded with the moon.
The blood and sweat of our ancestors,
Over here
It grows into a towering aspen.
A stubble ripe dream,
Over here
Set off a golden wave of wheat.
The song of Xintianyou,
Still echoing in the ravines.
O children who have left their homes,
Can you find your way home?
Nado Province Ochs-Liang,
Still majestic and long;
Nado Province Ochs-Liang,
Still silently watching.
Like a mother with shriveled breasts,
Looking forward to the distant son,
Looking forward to it even more -
The Distant Son......
9. Laughter in the wheat field
Text/Xiaolan Deng Bo
A light breeze swept through the green and yellow fields,
The warbler sings in the wheat field,
The blue wheat waves rolled up the blue waves,
The footsteps of time hurried by,
In an instant,
Tian Chou is old,
Standing in the wind, in the sun,
Heavy ears of wheat,
The dazzling yellow of gold,
The beauty of all things in the world is gone
I was once intoxicated by the sea of rape flowers
Silence
With only a touch of green, it is smeared with spring
Spring is over, fragrant and light,
Stepping through the dawn dew soaked the heart.
Walking through the ridges of dusk,
The appearance of green,
Watch the white clouds and look forward to the coming of the rain.
Seeds sown in late autumn,
Through the bitter cold of winter,
Set off the ripples of spring,
Gently step into the threshold of May.
That mature rhyme,
The waves of wheat paved into June are rolling.
The joy of the harvest stretches in the wind
Always inadvertently,
As if smelling the fragrance of wheat,
Mother's heavy love,
Raise a happy smile in your hand.
10. See smoke as you do
Written by Hayashi Rainpack
The lights of the city are bright
Always not found in the maze
Out of the mouth
The song and dance of the city rises and dances
Always can't see clearly in the shaking
The way home
……
And a wisp of smoke in his hometown
It is a white dove released in the sky
It's Hada through the woods
See the smoke as you do
The river of my hometown, life
11. The Song of Hulunbuir
Text/The first dimple in the universe
On the prairie, the wind blows gently,
Hulunbuir, your beauty is like a song.
Under the blue sky, the horses gallop,
Like a silver wave, surging in the green wave.
The white clouds are long, like a flock of sheep walking,
In the vast world, free to shuttle.
The river meanders like a string plucked,
Playing the harmonious music of nature.
Golden wheat fields, swaying in the wind,
Shining with the light of hope, brilliant and dazzling.
The lake is like a mirror, reflecting the blue sky,
Quiet and deep, like the tears of the gods.
Night falls, the stars twinkle,
Hulunbuir, you are as gentle as a dream.
Around the bonfire, the song is melodious,
It tells ancient stories and warms people's hearts.
Your beauty, picturesque,
I was fascinated and fascinated.
Hulunbuir, you are the song in my heart,
Sing forever, never fade.
12. Nothing more
Text/Ai Jia
(a)
Half the breeze and half the moon, the east to the west of the three points.
It is nothing more than two eyes in the morning and dusk, full of bags in spring and summer.
(b)
It's nothing more than being physically busy
There is no time for a period of wind and snow
A few perfunctory sentences
Look up at the sky and the water
The stars and the moon are in pairs
Far away from the countryside and near the wilderness, the eyes of the light and the mirror
Neon staggered in the cups
Chai and rice rise and fall in the bag
Romance wanders under the streetlights
It's nothing more than morning and dusk
You go to the left, I turn to the right
Leave some back for aftertaste
When the steering wheel of the return trip
Give a command to drive
The future is a love that transcends time and space
13. Birthday night
Written by Noyama
Soft Shattered Moon Shadow,
Gently swinging willow branches,
It's soft and graceful,
Keep me at night and never come home
The wind of ecstasy.
Lead the singing of spring frogs,
Sending off the boat,
Peace be upon me all my life,
Soft-eared,
It's the sound of my oars that gets drunk.
14. Full moon
Text/Xianyun Wild Crane
Holding the moon in my heart,
It's as hot as a potato.
Her cold light,
It's also a tease for me to refuse and welcome.
I can't wait to hand over all the tenderness,
Let her be in my chest,
Microwave wrinkles.
Who quietly withdrew the light,
Leaving a crescent moon that grows smaller and smaller,
Hanging on the branches swaying in the breeze.
I've also convinced myself,
It is her freedom.
But she never tasted it,
The bitter wine I brew.
Tonight is the full moon again,
Overwhelming my entire hill.
The breeze gives me a little tenderness,
She carefully adjusted the rhythm.
I'm like a wanderer,
Taken in by her.
Half of me,
Blurred in her moonlight;
Half of me,
Wander in the dark.
Struggle or submission,
It's all clowns in her scripts.
Grape wine,
It flowed down her throat,
I was going to keep my mouth shut,
I also talked to her for a long time.
The wind pushes the clouds away,
The dew left behind was crystal clear.
I glimpse her wounds,
It turns out that I am covered in dirt.
When the snow melts and the ice melts,
I met the willow that spit out new again,
Whether
I can also hold your hand,
Confess the sorrow in my poems as scheduled.
You glanced at me,
I know
You're nodding in approval.
15. Love you like a poem
Text/Lan Xiaoting
What a grain of sunlight can do
Pear blossoms are as white as snow
It doesn't want to miss the butterflies that pass by
Reluctant to abandon the breeze
Reluctant to hide from the drizzle
I never regret letting go of the lonely night
Time is soft, and dreams are soft
It was lazily lying on the lotus leaves of the pond
There must always be a pool of clear water
There must always be a wisp of lotus incense and a poem
There must always be a dragonfly
Like a grain of sunshine
Tremble in your dreams, in a daze
16. After the little man
Text/Phoenix Yu Fei
In my dream, I slept peacefully with lotus leaves
A pond of frog drums rose up in the night
Wheat filled with grain in a wheat field
Raise your head full
The spindle-like veins began to plump
People in the village
Paint the stars with bright colors
Sharpen your knives
Waiting for the harvest to be golden everywhere
The deep eyes of the father began to sparkle