Lake at night
The night was dark. A little bit of starlight.
It can make the lake flicker in the heartbeat of the lights.
The breeze is coming slowly - the ripples of spring heart.
Light a fishing fire.
It's home, it's your rivers and lakes.
The world is not far from you.
Just across the shore.
The reeds are very close to you.
Witness your delight in fish and water.
Love each other with a white head. Lake tonight.
You are full of tears of sorrow and joy in the world.
You are the eye of the earth.
You can see through the night.
You can see through the dawn.
Spring phrases
The spring breeze is careless.
Blow off. Peach, pear white.
Green leaves hang on the branches.
It's the twilight of spring.
The seasons change, and life cycles.
The swallow is new mud, the new nest is old.
The south of the Yangtze River and the north of the river are all mountains and rivers of the old country.
That murmured.
The spring rain is like silk, don't come unharmed.
It's not always cold in the snow and ice.
Spring is coming in the snow.
Plumbing flowers bloom. Starting from spring, through the four seasons.
Harvest. It's often after the flowers have fallen.
That year, the apricot blossom rained
Whose flute is rippling.
Blowing off the day's apricot blossoms and rain.
The swallows of Jiangnan have returned.
but you will depart.
There are still snow marks of the remnants of winter on the petals.
The butterfly that dreams of dreams is still far from the apricot forest.
How pure the wind is.
Send each other off, shake off the teardrops in the corners of the apricot blossoms' eyes.
Look at the clouds, floating into the appearance of love.
A parting kiss, no words.
Years later, you bring the news.
He has put on someone else's wedding dress.
Apricot blossoms bloom again. The rain is still dripping.
But my heart is dry.
Apricot blossoms float in the wind.
Author:Ding Jingxian, pen name: Shui Ji Yeke, male, from Fan County, Henan, farmer, veteran, middle ** member. Reading the military poets of the Sleeping Poetry Society, he likes poetry and occasionally publishes it.
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