Song of the Four Seasons
Spring
The green flame swings on the grass,
He wants to kiss you, flower.
Resisting against the earth, the flowers spread,
When the hot wind carries away troubles or joy.
If you wake up, open the window,
Look how beautiful and full of desire this garden is. April
The vast sky came to the bedside of the lush earth today, bowed and whispered softly: "I belong to you
The earth said: " How is that." possible? You are so vast and boundless, but I am so small."
Tianyu said: "I have defined the limits of my traveling clouds all around "You have so much light and wealth, but I have nothing."
Tianyu replied: "Today, my sun, my moon and my stars have all been abandoned by me. . Today, you are my only parent. "
Grandma said: “My tear-filled heart trembles with the wind, butyou are still. »
Tianyu said: “Don’t you see that I am. I am filled with tears today. My heart is covered with a dark shadow, just like your dark heart."
As he spoke, he filled it with tears. The eternal distance between heaven and earth.
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May
p>Mélanie on the banks of the Rhône, with willows and black grapes, her gaze is deeper than that of the Provencal
During the mulberry picking season in May. , love comes quietly
Well, how should I describe it?
How do sun-brown hands stir up passion? do her blushing cheeks inspire virginity?
The Mistral is drunk on the edge of the river.little gurgling river,
In the dense forest of oblivion, he caught the terrible little rascal of love
Then he offered a violet,
Then pluck a water lily
Then write burning verses and say:
This is my heart
My soul
The flowers of my youth.
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Summer< /p >
The white waves roll gently in the gravel and the breeze blows on the green leaves of the palm trees: you lie comfortably in the hammock,
Looking at the beautiful sea from afar. However, one day when you remember your hometown, you think of the floating pink clouds and let them float towards the horizon; choose the biggest and most beautiful conch and listen to the grand son.
The voice of the sea...
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June
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July
Childhood
At night, the heat fades.
I dragged the straw mat to the top of the building
Suddenly I saw
a shooting star gently crossing the night sky ,
p> Falls in the distance beyond the sycamore
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Dad saw it and said
It was too hot
It lit up the stars.
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August
Song of the waves
< p> Coast and I were at originally a couple. Passion brought us together, but atmosphere separated us.Every time the blue morning light appears in the sky, I come here and use the cool waves to dissipate the heat from its heart.
At dawn, I gently made a wish in my lover's ear, and we held each other tightly
. In the evening, I sang a psalm of love and he kissed me on the lips.
I am very strong-willed and my mood can never be calm; but my lover will always tolerate it.
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And that makes him so firm.
When the tide rose, I hugged him; when the tide went out, I threw myself at his feet.
Every time the daughters of the ocean come to the sea from the Dragon Palace and sit on the cliff to admire the stars,
How many times have I danced around them. I listened to how many lovers talk about their love, and I miss the beauty with them and I sigh with them. I said many words to the cliffs, but they were all silent. I smiled and flattered them, but they ignored me.
I have saved countless lives from the abyss, allowing them to survive; I stole countless treasures from the bottom of the sea,
dedicated them to the God of Beauty.
When night comes, the god of sleep embraces everything on earth, but I can't fall asleep - sometimes I sing,
Sometimes I sigh, like this is sad! Insomnia tortures mee, but I'm in love! And the amorous temperament does not like sleep.
It's my life. This is how I spend my time as long as I have a breath left.
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Autumn
Ah, wild west wind, you are the breath of autumn!
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You travel up and down, unbridled spirit,
You are both a destroyer and a protector; listen, listen!
You sing an elegy for this passing year;
When the curtain of night falls,
It will become the giant tomb of this year, < /p>
You support it with clouds and the condensed mist,
And from these dense clouds and mists will arise:
Electric fire, hail and black rain;, hear!
The vast Atlantic Ocean was originally calm,
It creaked under your feet,
Under the sea, these damp woods without branches or leaves,
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There are also sea flowers. When they hear the sound of your arrival,
they suddenly change color
They tremble and fade. Ah, listen!
If I were a fallen leaf that you blow away;
If I were a cloud flying with you
If I were a wave, under your power Panting; ,
Enjoy the impulse of your divine power, be free...
Then I will not be in this embarrassing situation,
I apologize to you begs: Ah, lift me up quickly,
Like a leaf, a cloud, a wave!
I have encountered the thorns of life and my blood has flowed! ! ! ! ! ! !
The burden of time traps and overwhelms me,
I am so like you: indomitable, fast and proud.
Treat me like your lyre, like the drinkisson,
What if my leaves fall?
In the mighty symphony of your roar,
There will be the deep song of the woods and I,
We will sing the sound of autumn, sweet and sad.
Elf, let me become you, fierce and strong!
Broadcast my dead thoughts throughout the universe,
Like dead leaves, to encourage new life
Please listen to the spell in my poem, < /p>
Transmit my words to people all over the world,
Like blowing sparks from an eternal furnace!
Please lend my lips to the unawakened earth,
Blow the prophecies like a trumpet!
If winter comes, can spring be far behind?
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October< /p >
Don't be surprised by favor or disgrace, just watch the flowers bloom and fall in court
It doesn't there is no intention of leaving or leaving, just look at the clouds; ride and relax in the sky.
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November < /p> p>
Five hundred miles away, Lake Dianchi appears at full speed. The shore is draped in reverse and the joy is vast and limitless. Look: the divine horse flies to the east; the spiritual instrument flies to the west; it winds to the north, it flies to the south; Master of arts and crafts, why not choose to win and progress. Taking advantage of Xieyu Luozhou, painting the wind and mist on the temples. Most often, the sky and the reedsare dotted with green feathers and red clouds. Don't let it go: fragrant rice is surrounded by thousands of hectares of light sand; hibiscus in nine summers; the willows in three springs.
Thousands of years of past events remind us. Drink wine, sigh where the hero is. Think: the Han dynasty practiced boat building; the Tang Dynasty marked iron pillars; the Song dynasty wielded jade axes; the Yuan dynasty crossed leather bags. Great achievements, great efforts and great efforts to move mountains. Beaded curtains and painted buildings are not as grand as the evening rain and the morning clouds. Then the ruins of the stele were broken, and they were all lit up by the mist. I only gain: a few pestles and a few bells; half a river of fishing fire; two rows of autumn geese; a pillow of clear frost.
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Winter
The setting sun is jealous of the sunset, and I still want to have a little criticism,
However, his cheeks became more and more red, so he had to step back in embarrassment.
Farmers in the fields, carrying hoes, bring in their animals
The leaves on the branches seem even softer and weaker after the cold wind of the day
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The blood-black crow passes quickly, hoping to show off its power even morewhen night comes.
On the heights of the sea and the sky, there is nothing, only the traces of the clouds. on a cruise.
It seems lighter than a bird's feathers.
The quiet cove, like a huge emerald, is the home of the night birds' dinner
The aquatic plants on the edge of the cliff tremble in the night wind
< p> If Give him a piece of moonlightDing Linqi shed tears
A cool, biting breeze
Mixed with a cold rain that tomb
Ringing The tiles on the roof
The furious tide
attacks the broken rocks
Expresses resentment
< p>But the dark summit of the mountain Silence< /p>Everything is finally calm
The wormwood shivered
The stone steps gritted our teeth to endure the cold of winter
We sat on the bench
Look at the snowflakes flying in the wind tomorrow
This is crystallization ofbreath of our life and condensed love
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January
Singing on the bridge
Water flows under the Milapore bridge
Is the past worth it worth looking into the past?
Joy always follows sorrow
The time has come and the night is dark.
The sun and the moon pass, illuminating my lonely shadow.
Hold hands and face each other
Cross your arms like a bridge
I can't see the water tired under the bridge
The time has come and the night is dark.
The sun and the moon pass, illuminating my lonely shadow.
Love never comes back
The river surges day and night
Life is long
Hopenever dies!
The time has come and the night is dark.
The sun and the moon pass, illuminating my lonely shadow.
Year after year, day after day
Youth is like a bird,
Once gone, it will never come back ;
The past is like smoke,
How can we find it again?
The time has come and the night is dark.
The sun and the moon pass, illuminating my lonely shadow.
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February< /p >
To the sea
Farewell, element of freedom!
This is the last time you are before my eyes,
rolling blue waves,
and a proud and radiant beauty.
This seems to be the melancholic complaintue of a friend,
This seems to be his call at the time of parting -
I listen for the last time
< p>Your sad noise.You are my heart’s desire!
I often walk along your shore
Wandering quietly and alone,
always troubled by this secret wish!
How I love your dark tone,
Your endless voice,
And the silence of twilight,
And this passion capricious!
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The singer who mourned the God of Liberty has disappeared,
All that remains in the world is its laurels...
< p>Street and roar, O sea! ! !He’s the one who sang to you.
He has your image on his body,
It is your spirit that created this poet:
Dignity, melancholy and Dark
Undisciplined, just like you!
Oh, goodbye, sea.
I will never forget your majestic face.
I will always remember you.
I will take your rocks, your berries
your éclairs, tyour shadows and your murmuring waves
in the forest,
Will lead into a silent desert.
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I n I never thought poets could be like this.
I wonder who wrote Zhihai?