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Li Youran's "I Like It Too" and "Bicycle"

I like it too?

Li Youran?

It is rare to have leg problems When I go into town,?

I always watch outdoor movies in the yard;?

There are children around me who like to talk,?

I like it too - they are Voiceover. ?

The moon leads a few stars,?

Let’s watch a movie together;?

They like the art of the world,?

I also like - Guests from Heaven. ?

Sometimes the rain comes one after another,?

The movie stops showing;?

After the show goes home,?

I like it too ——This rain is welcomed by crops. ?

Note: ?

Originally published in "Heilongjiang Daily·Swan" (third page, August 22, 1982). Later, it was published in the comprehensive bimonthly magazine "New Observation" (first issue, January 10, 1985, No. 345, total) under the title "Li Youran's Posthumous Work: I Like It Too". ?

Bicycle?

Li Youran?

Bicycle?

You want to pedal with two feet?

Cooperate with these feet?

Two wheels, spinning. ?

You walk for others?

——Not step by step?

Do you have round legs?

Never stop The ground spins in circles. ?

Every time you turn a circle, it is a continuation of many footsteps?

The circles you turn in a day are connected. ?

It is an extremely long, extremely long line. ?

You spin threads every day?

Weave a criss-cross web for the earth. ?

Want to hang it higher? ?

You are light but strong?

Can you carry heavy things and take care of children?

You are struggling. ?

Are you extremely busy?

Go to work, go to work, go to school?

Go to work, go to get off work, go to school?

You work, study and work actively. ?

You and your companions?

The raised dust is the wave?

The road is your ocean?

You Are they countless small ships?

Sailing on this ocean. ?

You are not as stylish as the car?

It only runs in the middle of the road?

What about you, go through the alleys?

Even walking on narrow field ridges. ?

You never let people wait for you at the station?

You wait for people and are always ready to go?

Enter from this street?

Come out of that street. ?

You are running into the distance like a horse?

Neither eat grass nor drink water?

Just give you some energy?

Qi is your only food. ?

You will deliver the letters and newspapers?

I welcome you most, bicycle?

The news you brought to my distant friends?

You help me understand the changes in the world...?

The last rose in summer?

Thomas More?

This is summer The last rose in her,?

is still blooming alone;?

All her beautiful companions,?

have withered and died;?

There is no more flower,?

accompanying her,?

reflecting her crimson face,?

and She sighed together in sorrow. ?

I don’t want to see you continue to suffer,?

Staying alone on the branch;?

Since all your lovely companions are asleep,?

Why don’t you go with them? ?

So I scattered your fragrant petals?

Gently on the flower bed,?

Let you reunite with your dear friends?

Buried in the fragrant soil.

When the lover's golden ring,?

loses the light of the gem,?

When the precious friendship withers,?

I am also willing to go with you?

When that loyal heart is haggard,?

My dear one is dead,?

Who is still willing? Lonely existence?

In this desolate world. ?

"Forget-me-not"?

——Shu Ting?

Blue flame?

Bounce on the drifting ice of the typeface Time?

A small book slipped from your hand?

Not yet touching the ground?

I have finished?

A beautiful time Elopement?

Can it be said to be you?

Is it just you?

An unexpected encounter tomorrow?

Diary of many years Index?

A note of eloquence?

A note of silent signature?

Or a birthday gift that has been preserved in memory?

From the time when the fence of youth spread to the present day?

Do I remember?

This was hundreds of years ago?

Hundreds of years?

The soul sheds its shell again and again?

Why is it always awakened by these three words?

Forget-me-not?

Who has forgotten me?

Who have I forgotten?

Metasequoia?

Shuiyi Very cool?

Quietly?

Let the chaotic clouds trace their traces?

Lie in it?

Ice and pure?

The setting sun?

Outlining the mottled musical scale?

Towards the densely shaded and dark bay water?

Hiding against the light?

Is it the hand that can play the sound one after another?

Autumn becomes lighter and thicker as the heart desires?

With the sky? With the water?

Everyone does their own thing but there are many solutions?

That night of insomnia?

Tossing and turning, I can’t escape your long glance?

These years?

Am I stumbling on this string every day?

Every day?

On the picture where you still want to be clear and unclear?

Wake up?

Sleep?

Until my feet touch the coolness again?

The feeling of water?

The warm south breeze? Wear it skewer?

White butterfly?

You call me gardenia? And?

Don’t know?

You once had one The name of the metasequoia?

And a season that fades away from the light?

I won’t say it?

I won’t have to say that I was once your kind?

For a moment?

That bright white secret penetrated you?

When I sighed?

Suddenly borrowed your hand? Withered?

Amin is in the cafe?

Red light. Green light.

Horns and car bells?

Through floor-to-ceiling windows?

In motionless faces?

Creating a raging fire?

In the midst of the noise Sound?

Shine dimly?

Eyes?

The unfathomable deep silence?

The cup full of night ?

Without any heat?

The bells of the Drum Tower are ringing dully?

One by one?

The distance between bounded and boundless expansion?

The crow formation of time?

Taking away a woman in batches?

An unknown crisis?

Following the memory Road?

Dense feather shadows?

Reason does not believe it when it comforts the heart?

Everything will pass?

Pain and pain Loneliness?

It could have been the theme of a certain night?

But which night?

Belong to oneself?

Presumptuous Incandescent lights and indifferent eyes?

Casting reserve into?

Ice sculptures?

A soul and name longing to escape?

Looking for Less than a shadow hiding?

The next day?

The sunshine accompanies silently, all of this?

has slowly transformed into?

popular A song?

A playing style?

The trumpet is the light of the lonely house in the wilderness?

The saxophone is the light and soft snowflake?

Falling?

Level after level?

The trumpet is bright and dark in the thin clouds?

In Saxophone's pond?

Frog One sound after another?

The fireflies bend the grass awn slightly?

The trumpet is a tallow tree in autumn?

The saxophone is whirled by the wind Tear apart and surround?

The last dance of the tree trunks with arms raised to pray to the sky?

Scarlet spots on the ground?

The trumpet suddenly uprooted?

The saxophone uses the fog toe, the sound of the forest, and the charming deer?

Climbing up the stairs?

Trumpet Jumping out?

The saxophone spreads across the ocean?

Wave after wave?

All metallic sunshine?

The trumpet flag is in sight?

The saxophone army is thousands of troops?

The trumpet is desperate?

The saxophone?

Ah, the saxophone suddenly turned low Dumb?

The trumpet let itself fall into the abyss?

It broke into the echo of rain and pearls?

The saxophone stood on the stone throat and howled?

Watching the sinking sunset?

Here I am, to replace you, sister?

(Akhmatova)?

"I am here to replace you, sister,?

Next to the bonfire in the high forest. ?

Your hair is graying, your eyesight ?

has declined, and your eyes are clouded with tears. ?

You no longer remember the songs of birds, ?

You will not discover stars and lightning. ?

The beating of the tambourine is no longer heard, ?

And I know that you are afraid of silence. "?

"You are here to bury me. ?

Where are your spades and shovels? ?

You only have the flute in your hand. ?

I won’t blame you, ?

My voice has stopped long ago, ?

Is it still worth regretting? ?

Please put on my clothes, ?

Forget about my worries, ?

Let the wind ruffle my curly hair. ?

You exude the fragrance like lilac, ?

walking along the steep road, ?

in order to become the one who is illuminated . "?

One has gone, leaving room for the other?

Make room, make room.?

Staggering, like a blind man,?

Walking on a strange and narrow path?

She seemed to see everything, nearby?

There was a tambourine in her hand.

And she is like a white flag,?

And she is like the light of a lighthouse.

1912?

(Translated by Wang Jianzhao)?

Heavy Snow in Hunan?

Author: Love?

——Gift to Li Yuanluo of Changsha?

I left in the past?

Willow Yiyi?

Now I come to think about it?

Rain Snow is falling?

You ask about the date of return?

The date of return has already been written in the rain of the late Tang Dynasty?

In the rain of Bashan?

And it was written down I am carrying my rain?

It took two thousand years to condense into this heavy snow?

Falling on Dongting Lake?

Falling on Yuelu Mountain?

Falling in front of your sleepless window?

Snow falling?

A complex yet simple silence?

Silence is the same ?

The candlelight shining on your desk?

Suddenly a gust of cold wind blew up the door curtain?

I straightened my head and walked in. ? Go straight to your study?

Look up and look around, see how bright the walls are?

The snow light has dyed my man and eyebrows white?

Did it also turn white?

The neutral zone in our hearts?

Before the greetings?

A little bit aloof from the world?

Fortunately, the smell of wine on the stove ?

The historical shiver is gradually getting rid of?

You said: ?

Wine is the path back home at dusk?

good! good! I raised my glass happily?

Then I coughed heavily?

A cough with a strong Xiang sound?

I was just shocked?

The cold snow rushing outside the window?

Flying away?

You and I get together on this snowy night?

The world is thousands of miles away and suddenly shrank into a knee-deep inch. ?

The tea plant withers early?

The flower is gone?

What we have tonight?

It’s just a flower to be cut Candlelight?

Although the candle is short?

But the words in the ashes are enough to make a history?

How often do you urge people to drink?

The conversation started from a small red clay stove?

The drink was served with a slight smile?

Is it a wordless sigh?

It was the desire to speak. The unspeakable sadness?

Is it a pile of old letters?

Is it to boo the coldness of today and ask about the warmth of tomorrow?

It is a plate of fried bacon " "Poetic Aesthetics"?

Is it a bowl of crucian carp roast "A Lotus at Noon"?

Is it the river waves in your chest?

Is it the waves in my blood?

This is a Chu poem that is more vivid than tears.

Is it the thrill of the 1950s?

Is it the excitement of the 1960s?

At this time, there was a rustling sound outside the window?

Shh! Are you listening attentively?

Okay?

Just a pair of spikes walking through the snow?

The snow falls silently?

The street The road is asleep but the street lamp is awake?

The soil is asleep but the tree roots are awake?

The bird is asleep but its wings are awake?

The temple is asleep And the bells are awake?

The mountains and rivers are asleep but the scenery is awake?

The spring is asleep but the seeds are awake?

The limbs are asleep but the blood is awake Are you writing?

Books are asleep but poems are awake?

History is asleep but time is awake?

The world is asleep but you and I are awake?

History is asleep but time is awake?

The world is asleep but you and I are awake?

The snow falls silently?

It’s late at night?

You still keep adding wine and charcoal to me?

It’s extremely cold outside?

Extremely hot in the body?

Have a cup of herbal tea?

Let’s wake up a little to regulate the body temperature inside and outside?

Tomorrow it may not happen anymore Panic?

Because we finally understand?

Wash your eyes with the whiteness of the snow?

Condensing your thoughts with the coldness of the snow?

Myths fabricated in the past?

Nothing more than a bed?

A nightmare that makes people wake up in the middle of the night with sweat and heavy clothes?

Have we passed by?

Have you been hurt?

Have you been in pain?

Have you persisted or given up?

Sometimes Holding your head high and watching?

Sometimes you bury your head in the sand?

Those confused years?

Those years when you hold a lantern and search for your own shadow?

That's all?

That was before the heavy snowfall?

Tonight, maybe we can allow some arguments?

A little bit of cross-browsing?

Something tragic?

Do you want to say too much?

And forget to say even more?

Are you not going to sing elegies?

As soon as you opened your mouth, you were burped by the wine?

Forced you to go back?

The world is vast?

The storm is stirring?

I am visiting you in the snow tonight?

I wonder where will be my shore tomorrow?

You and I have never had sex before?

A young man with a fat horse and a light coat?

But tonight he is sharing the eternal vastness of the universe?

How ambiguous is the human world?

Who can decipher this? The impermanence of life?

Open the window and ask the sky?

The sky responded with a bone-chilling wind chill?

Farewell?

In the moment of darkness when you cut the candle again?

I flew up?

Plunged into a white sky?

Towards the world hundreds of millions of miles away The sun chases me?

Just to find an answer?

Xu Zhimo’s masterpiece? "Farewell Cambridge" I left quietly, just as I came lightly; I quietly The waving hand is like a farewell cloud in the western sky. The golden willows by the river are the bride in the sunset; the beautiful shadows in the ripples of light are rippling in my heart. The green banana-plant on the soft mud wave slippery in the bottom of the water; In the soft waves of Cambridge, I would willingly be a waterweed! The pool under the shade of elm trees is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky. Crushed among the floating algae, it is precipitated with rainbow-like dreams. Looking for a dream? Take a punt on a long wormwood and slowly row upstream to where the grass is greener; Load a whole boat of starlight and sing in the colorful starlight. but I can't sing, Quietness is the shengxiao of parting; the summer insects are silent for me too, Silence is tonight's Cambridge! Quietly I left, just as quietly as I came; I waved my sleeves, not taking away a single cloud.

Dai Wangshu? "Rain Lane"

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone

Wandering in the long, long and lonely rain lane

I hope to meet

a girl who is as sad as a lilac

She has

the same color as lilac,

the same fragrance as lilac,

the same sadness as lilac,

Sadness in the rain,

Sadness and hesitation;

She is wandering in this lonely rain alley,

Holding an oil-paper umbrella

Like me,

Like me

Walking silently

Indifferent, desolate, and melancholy.

She approached silently,

came closer, and cast a

breath-like gaze as she floated past

like a dream The land,

is as sad and confused as a dream.

Like floating in a dream

A branch of lilac,

This girl floated by my side;

She moved away silently , far away,

reached the dilapidated fence,

walked through the rainy alley.

In the mournful song of the rain,

disappeared her color,

dispersed her fragrance,

dissipated, Even her eyes were as melancholy as lilacs.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone

Wandering in the long, long

and lonely rain alley,

I hope to float

A lilac-like girl

a sad and resentful girl.

Zheng Chouyu's "Mistakes"

Have I walked through the south of the Yangtze River?

The face that waits for the seasons is like the blooming and falling of a lotus?

If the east wind does not come, the catkins of March will not fly?

Your heart is like a small lonely city?

Just like the bluestone street facing the evening?

The tillers are silent, and the spring curtain of March is not lifted?

Is your heart a small window tightly closed?

My dada’s horse hooves are a beautiful mistake?

I am not a returnee, but a passerby...?

Bian Zhilin's "Fragmented Chapter" You stand on the bridge and look at the scenery, and the people watching the scenery are watching you upstairs. The bright moon decorates your windows, and you decorate other people's dreams.

These are the only poems I can think of, and they are all very suitable for girls to read. Very artistic, very contagious, and very catchy. Hope this helps. "The Road of Life" by Lu Xun Thinking of the demise of human beings is a lonely and sad thing; however, the demise of several people is not a lonely and sad thing.

The path of life is progress, always moving upward along the slope of the infinite spiritual triangle, and nothing can stop it.

Nature has given people a lot of disharmony, and people themselves have shrunk and fallen a lot. However, life will never look back because of this, no matter what darkness comes to guard against ideological trends, what misery comes to attack society, and what crimes come to desecrate humanity. , human beings long for full potential, always stepping on these thorns to move forward.

Life is not afraid of death, it laughs and dances in the face of death, and moves forward across the perishing people.

What is a road? It is trampled out from a place where there is no road, it is carved out from a place where there are only thorns.

There was a way before, and there should always be a way in the future.

Human beings will never be lonely, because life is progressive and optimistic.

Yesterday, I said to my friend L: "A dead person is a tragic thing for the deceased himself and his family, but the people in a village or a town are nothing; they are just a province. One country, one kind..."

L was very unhappy and said: "These are Natur's words, not people's words. You should be more careful."

I think what he said is not bad.

Sympathy of the century?

Author: Chen Jingwen?

I am a neighbor of Jingying?

I often tease those all kinds of charms?

Have you laughed at the force to carry away the thousands of condensed waves?

Leap into the feng shui of the century?

The new branches that turned green last night?

The sleeping state of a red girl?

I who disdain the sailing of the sea of ??poetry?

Intrude into the artistic conception?

Inspect the foggy pine trees in the morning light?

That magnificent mind?

Day after day in the snow season?

Are there stars in the early morning?

Looking at the Portuguese flag of Southern China ?

Farewell after four hundred years?

The era in which they performed?

Three and a half million people in a row?

An interpretation of the rising and falling sun?

The national spirit painted in red?

The route of the red boat in South Lake?

And the future it carries?

Is this a true story of that century?

Every ripple is blended with blood and fire?

Every wave is marked with rise and fall?

The great men left their serf halberds behind?

The history they completed?

Is it for future generations to tailor?

Our Communist Party Descendants of man?

Continuing the truth?

Let the fire of conscience rehearse simplicity?

Daze Township in the desolation of return?

Hot for the first success of the peasant uprising?

Has everything changed?

What remains unchanged is the call for sickles and axes?

We reach the same goal by different roads. Love?

Li Zicheng is also under Jiuquan?

Moaning about their contribution?

Just didn’t expect it?

Two? OOO? days?

How can there still be fibers?

Red and white with snow?

A ghost of the century?

Let all life end and wander?

The prelude to the unification of the nine states?

Let the responsibility begin?

Times push forward the new life?

The details are touching and real?

Different moods?

Creating different expressions?

The vastness of China?--?

What a big stage?

Domestic and foreign troubles just go away like this?

Under the influence of lions rolling hydrangeas?

Under the influence of folk customs?

In the dragon's back posture?

In the repetition of folk customs?

To indulge your ideals?

To bury the public's misfortunes?

Even if there are spaceships flying in the sky and red flags falling to the ground?

Public opinion is on the success or failure of socialism?

We still believe that?

Ten The hometown of the March Revolution?

The value of the roaring artillery fire?

Remember it with your soul?

"?Proletarians all over the world unite?"?

Characteristics of a century?

The proletarians began to implement?

Reversing history?

Power belongs to the Soviets?

Then And then?

The sword of Nanchang City?

And the footprints of the snowy mountains and grasslands?

Intertwined into the number 1949?

Half a century has been fierce?

The continuation of the heroic spirit of the Red Army?

Ah, the flag roll is gone?

Blood resolves the majestic sea of ??suffering?

What else? "?The east wind overwhelms the west wind?"?

Is it belief that forges arrogance?

Or is confidence sweeping away the haze?

Anyway , anyway, what is not possible can be?

The thunder of China?

The miraculous podium of the United Nations?

Is this how we are?

From the baptism of five thousand years?

Going through this century-old moment?

With the Shaanxi sound of "Eastern Red"

Use Deng Gong’s southern tour?

Stand firm in the past swings?

To the beginning of this poem?

Be kind to the Chinese heart?

The moment when we retreated from the Portuguese flag?

The pride boiled the northern and southern borders?

Looking back at the vicissitudes of life, old rain brings new firewood...?

Ah, blessings have come to China?

Even history is so generous?

The entire human race ?

Who can use the acceptance of "Give me unity?"

Awaken the dawn of the century?

China is changing its crown and clothes?

To inspect the love of children?

Is it to change from the ancient teachings?

Is it to be majestic from the new?

To become talented from the tradition ?

Have we used pride to punish discouragement?

Have we also used humility to prevent failure?

The passion of our nation when the morning glory of the century spread?

The East in tears blurs the bloody field?

Complete a longing?

How much has been taken back that should not have been taken back?

Be good at summarizing Political parties?

Is it also registering everything successfully?

The people's vision is the trademark in their arms?

Millions of years of sun and moon dripping into lava?

One hundred years is too short and fifty years is too urgent?

Looking ahead is our quality?

Don’t have time to mourn the past?

Lead you Should our persistence be on the road?

What we need should continue?

Reasonable explanation of existence?

Thousands of subjects are refining it from their thinking?

This eternal essence?

The forest of the nation is lush and towering?

The glory of the century?

The descendants of Yan and Huang walking through history?

With the courage to soar from the ground?

Writing our enthusiasm?

Writing our perseverance?

The motherland, everything Everything can be changed?

Only the original intention of the children remains unchanged?

So, we call the past love?

So, we call the present a surge?

So, the way we will move forward?

It is called carrying forward the past and opening up the future? Beijing 2008 Olympic Poetry Special Topic 2007-03-25?21:17 Beijing? China Olympics? Poetry

Pangu opened the sky and Nuwa made up for it,?

Houyi bent his bow and was afraid of the sun,?

Kuafu chased the sun for a marathon,?

Xiang Yu had a lot of strength The mountain is steep. ?

The origin of the Olympic Games is not a myth,?

Five thousand years of civilization is China,?

The stars change, the sun and the moon change the sky,?

Don’t you see it’s 2008?

I have the Olympic Games in China. ?

Olympic China,?

So many beauties,?

Beijing’s five-ring flag is flying,?

Olympic China,?

The blazing holy fire,?

Recruiting heroes to be the best.

How many times have we looked back,?

Learned to meet once every four years;?

How many times have we wandered,?

Finally returned to my hometown today;?

Dreaming of going back to Athens,?

Going back to my hometown a hundred years ago;?

Chasing dreams,?

Finally achieved satisfactorily; people who stand up?

Desire?

Treat everyone equally?

On the road to the future?

Cheer up?

Like the mountains?

And the tsunami?

Like the thunder and lightning?

Be free and become a flying dove A flock?

An eagle soaring in the sky?

Or a fish flying away?

Just that kind of spirit?

Hope always arises?

At the moment of exhaustion?

In the rough time?

In the thorn bush?

Standing in The steep cliff?

Never stop?

The moving feet?

The rapid breathing?

And the flying feet Wings?

Sweat?

Look at the rising five-star red flag?

Show the Olympic spirit?

And a rise nation? Thousands of years of waiting?

Thousands of years of reincarnation?

The sacred fire of Olympia?

The one dedicated to Zeus, the Lord of all gods? The Holy Fire?

Returning to Athens?

Lighting it again?

The eternal flame is burning?

The five Olympic rings The flag is flying?

Is it the resurrection in silence?

Is it the desire in the dream?

The high-pitched cry of the soul?

What is intense is the burning of life?

This momentary explosion?

Full display of human potential?

Faster? Higher? Stronger?

This moment of perfection?

Fully embodying human ideals?

Unity? Friendship? Peace?

Standing on Mount Olympia ?

Looking at the blue Aegean Sea?

Beijing in 2008?

Will it be a more beautiful expectation?

Look at this Okay, Olympic Games?

This is called romance, this is called romance,?

Dare to fight to the death against the cruel fate! ?

This is called romance, this is called romance,?

Ride the boat of the times on the long river of history! ?

Expose the conspiracy of the God Maker at gunpoint,?

Sprinkle a cup of hot blood on the barren hills;?

Sacrifice under a stick The heroic spirit of the good Prime Minister, let countless white flowers bloom on your chest!

Invite the motherland to the podium of the world sports arena,?

Let her listen to the playing of the national anthem;?

Put the red flag in The highest peak of Everest?

Let her touch Lan Tian’s forehead! ?

Please fight on a mine-covered mountain pass: "Let me go first!"?

When retreating after completing the mission, shout: "I will break the rear!"?

I will test-fly the new fighter aircraft whose performance is still unstable.?

I will study the nuclear test site where the smoke has not yet cleared. ?

Like Lei Feng, who loves ordinary jobs,?

No matter where he goes, he is always a locomotive;?

Like Jiao Yulu, who cares about the daily necessities of the victims. ,?

Even if you die, your heroic spirit will remain forever! ?

Counting the famous figures, look at the present, ?

The present is the battle to realize the ideal -?

Fighting fiercely in front of the furnace, brewing a furnace of red wine, ?

Hold the golden cup in the distance to wish the birthday of the motherland; ?

Speed ??across the sea, shake a piece of white silk, ?

Hand the hada in the waves, and give it to the four seas and five continents.

Took the Ph.D. exam in West Germany, and answered fluently,?

A green leaf stretched out, heralding the golden autumn;?

Goed to the United States to travel and give lectures, and discuss research,?

A branch of red apricot comes out of the wall, and the whole garden is in full swing...?

Competing for beauty, it is the beauty of flowers,?

The proud snow and frost , is the wind flow of the pine;?

The wind flow of Beidou indicates the direction,?

The wind flow of the satellite is surrounding the earth. ?

We are human beings, and we appreciate the beauty of heaven and earth. ?

Our romance seems to last forever! ?

We work in all walks of life, ?

We have the same pursuit of romance: ?

"A clear mouth" is The romantic style of the directory operator,?

"One-size-fits-all" is the romantic style of the butcher shop salesperson;?

The "magic knife hand" is the romantic style of the female pedicure worker,?

"Bachunren" are the romantic members of the cleaning team...?

We should make our clothes and soul equally beautiful,?

We should make material and spirit equally beautiful rich! ?

Extract happiness from labor as reward, ?

Take victory from struggle as enjoyment.

Huh, every unexplained phenomenon?

may be the entrance to an emerging discipline;?

Every achievement depends on sweat. Just pour it,?

Every question mark may lead to a "winding path"! ?

Labor, creation, progress - endless! ?

Love truth, love goodness, and love beauty—to the letter! ?

This is true romance, this is true romance,?

Hold the colored pen of the times tightly in your hand;?

Draw a picture of the four modernizations , build a building of happiness,?

Spread brocade on a land of 9.6 million square kilometers! ?

Let the people say: they have suffered setbacks and stumbles,?

But they have shouldered the mission of the times;?

Let history speak : They are good at thinking and dare to challenge the wind

Christina Rossetti Ying

Who has seen the wind?

Not me nor you;

When the branches and leaves tremble,

it is a gust of wind blowing.

Who has seen the wind?

Not me nor you;

The trees swayed and bowed their heads

Is it a gust of wind blowing?

The wind roared and whispered back

Who is holding the sadness?

I am in the storm

I want to break away from the ashes of depression

I have no reason to be decadent

Although I am so sad

Looking back, I will never regret it

I will take responsibility, face it, uncover it and break through it

I still eagerly want to do more

One day those who are thoughtful may understand

Seeing that what I cherish has become incomplete

I naively want to change everything

I want to believe that I will persist forever Will pass through

The inner blizzard that trapped me

When the beautiful world collapses before my eyes

I would rather trust my intuition

The road is waiting for me to tell it how timid I am

But I understand that this is my destiny

The road is in my hands to lead me through the most difficult page of my life.

Have you also seen the determination in my eyes

---------------Li Zongsheng?

Dedicated to Children’s Day A poem for Children's Day?

Flower buds are your years?

Wrapped in clumps of green leaves?

The most beautiful thing?

Like a smile in sleep?

Spring is your festival?

Singing fills your schoolbag?

Just pick out one Talk about it?

Bounce and jump?

Prosperity is what you are waiting for?

When you can control this world?

Colorful dreams?

Will all come true with your creation?

Ah, you are the earliest festival of mankind?

It is also the oldest festival of mankind. Eternal hope?

Are you the earliest enlightenment of mankind?

And the greatest hope of mankind?

I use my damaged palm?

To explore this vast land:?

This corner has turned into ashes,?

That corner is just blood and mud;?

This lake This should be my hometown,?

(In spring, the flowers on the embankment are like brocade barriers,?

The young willow branches have a strange fragrance when they are broken,)?

I feel the coolness of the waterweed and the water;?

The snowy peaks of Changbai Mountain are so cold to the bone,?

The water of the Yellow River with mud and sand slips out between my fingers;?

The paddy fields in the south of the Yangtze River are so soft...now there is only basil;?

The lychee flowers in the south of the Yangtze River are lonely and haggard,?

As far as there is, I dipped them in There are no fishing boats in the bitter waters of the South China Sea...?

Invisible palms pass over the hateless mountains and rivers,?

The fingers are stained with blood and ashes, and the palms are stained with darkness,?

Only that distant corner is still complete,?

Warm, clear, solid and vigorous spring. ?

On it, I caress it gently with my damaged palm, ?

Like the soft hair of a lover, the milk in a baby's hand.

I put all my strength in the palm of my hand?

Put it on it, sending love and all hope,?

Because only there is the sun and spring. ,?

It will drive away the darkness and bring revival,?

Because it is the only place where we do not live like animals,?

die like ants... there , Eternal China! ?

Baby, go to sleep, it’s already dark, very dark. ?

The hole torn by lightning has been sewn up, ?

Don’t worry about the rain breaking in. Need not. ?

I stand at the edge of your dream and protect you with my roots. ?

Mine and the night. The only candle. ?

Cold hands. Your bed is as clear as waves, and the wind hides the clouds well. ?

I’ll play with you tomorrow. In the deep water, and, sleep, in. ?

Sleep, baby, it has fallen, the old paint on the door knocker. ?

Hongqiao, still drinking water from the lake, after so many years. ?

I see you again, on the shore of this late autumn, ?

Baby, I hold you. The river holds the swimming fish. ?

My heart is like the May clouds in London. ?

The sun dances. After the fog clears. ?

The river makes way for the grass, just like when I let you go. ?

Your round face faces the whole autumn in a daze, ?

Just like me facing you. daze. ?

When I close my eyes, I can still remember the fragrance conveyed by that afternoon, ?

In the drizzle, in the afternoon, you blushed. ?

The sun’s wanton hands. On your blooming lake. ?

The moonlight tonight is a little cold, separated by the weeping willows, so, ?

The memories are a little long and a little sad, baby. ?

Sleep, my Lian. Use your sleep, sleep transparently. ?

Beautiful sleep. Let my sleep be like yours, and let the clouds be bluer. ?

Let the bird return to its nest. Make chapped lips soft again. ?

Baby. Go to sleep, baby, go to sleep, sleep, right?

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