First Words
Duration: 02:19Author: Zhang Jianjun Recitation: Ma Shaoning Production: Moon Companion Curtain.
The spring flower wears a yellow robe and knocks on the door of spring.
Xiaocao opened his eyes violently.
Sanitation workers wake up the dawn.
With a wave of the broom, the spring hangs all over the branches.
An elm tree at the entrance of the village is a station for decades.
In spring, strings of elm money seduce the round eyes under the tree.
In the middle of summer, the sun is shining on the head, sheltering people from the wind and rain.
In the middle of winter, the wind and snow carve the wind and frost into the annual rings.
The direction in which the sun turns is the direction of the sunflower.
Where there is the sun, it is its only faith.
As the sun sets, it quietly changes direction.
The golden face is always facing the red sun.
Mountain streams wake up the dawn and beat the dusk drum.
Ying and Murmur Ziyan hugged the happy frog drum.
Shake the sun and the moon and get drunk for three autumns.
Energetic and goal-oriented, running to the sea.
First Words
Chu Xiangping. The Blue Moon is a natural celestial body.
Who's playing tricks?
I have to think about what it means.
A white peony quietly opens.
Soon the petals fell.
Why bother asking about the secret of the growth and withering of the white peony.
Time drags the carriage of time.
From chaos to clarity.
Everything will change.
Again, everything can be assumed.
When ashes illuminate the world.
The first words we deliberately look for.
Evolved into an old rumor.
Will it ring in my ears again?
It's a bit absurd. A little worried.
Somewhat true. A little sigh.
First Words
Sister Wang. Look at the ship that sails away.
It takes away my thoughts, picking up old times.
Hold up your childhood dreams.
The days are getting old. We can renovate when we're old, but we can't go back to being teenagers.
Submit. I can't find the road I used to be, I can't look up, I can't see the sky tomorrow.
Lie on your ear. Whisper the three words that have been backlogged for a long time.
First Words
Living water from old wells. I'm in that nightmare that I can't get out of.
I kept chanting.
Are you still that age.
And those looking back.
Moon shifts flower shadows. Frog moth eyebrows.
You have long been my lover.
The first words of love.
Over a thousand mountains.
Leave a message at dawn good morning.
Bring back the breeze that washes away the sorrow.
Irrigating my abundant seasons.
The river we have embraced.
Let the flowers bloom and thank you.
The flowers are thankful and blooming.
We look up at the sky.
No matter what you drift to that planet.
The signals of the links are all gentle and clear.
Vermilion was horrified. Now it is.
A long narrative poem.
Episode by episode.
A masterpiece of the ages.
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I can't comment. It's the mystery.
Because of the excitement. I'm tormented.
The eyes are dazzled and the hair is white.
Proudly do not abandon the firewood pen.
Just let this nightmare.
Wrap me tightly.
Body and soul cleaner than water.
I promise. Ladder paving.
On the top of the mountain, I miss you with immortality.
First Words
Winter sun. There is no smooth road in this world, no.
However, there is no bridge that you don't climb.
There is no song that does not lament.
Walk through the rough and bumpy road, walk through.
Thousands of miles of road, climb the clouds and snow mountains.
Recite the first words written in my poems.
I didn't come to the world to see the flowers and grass.
Look at the mountains and waters, and see all things in the world.
Look at the time that will not stay.
I did not come to this world to put my sorrow in it.
On the road of life, put it in joys and sorrows.
Put it in the separation of life and death.
I came to the world and just wanted to put a first word.
Written into life. No matter how helpless this person is.
I will be the same as my original intention, and climb the snow-capped mountains above the clouds.
I also have a thick sheet of paper ready and full of writing.
Don't be trapped in fate by the sky, all the way forward the first words.
See the holy face of the snow-capped mountains under the sun.
First Words
Xu Xiuqin. The newborn baby is hazy and naïve and wandering in ignorance.
As long as you are awake and dancing, you will not be stopped.
The first words are so beautiful.
Squeezing eyebrows and making eyes, that's what is called a hundred charms.
There is no exception in the world, and every step is done by yourself.
First Words
Drizzle. Baby's pink little face.
Babbling. The most wonderful nature.
Layers of green.
It's like a piece of tenderness.
The wind was blowing.
White lotus in the pond.
Dancing in the wind. Drunk on the beauty of summer.
Can't help yourself. The sun is always so hot.
Interpreting the theme of summer.
Whether you want to cook melons and fruits.
Sweet taste buds. There are also gorgeous summer flowers.
Romance. And just like that, it becomes grass and trees.
Flowering and seed bearing.
Ride the wind of joy.
Spread joy in the mountains and by the sea.
Streets and alleys of men, women and children.
Sun hats, dresses, ice cream.
Pulsating to the most enthusiastic beat of midsummer.
The dragon boat rings up and down 5,000 years of culture.
Huaxia takes off. The most powerful era.
First Words
The good of the good. That.
My son, who was almost a year old, stared at me.
Scream, Daddy.
A burst of joy, a burst of emotion.
Welling up in my heart. I know.
This is the first language of a young child.
It is the toddler to the world.
The beginning of cognition is also me.
Take on the role of word and deed.
Significant responsibility.
Begin. Carefully search the depths of your mind.
When did I call it.
My parents first sounded.
Dad, Mom.
There is not a single memory.
I just remember what my mother used to say.
Eat well and pay attention to hygiene.
I only remember what my father used to say.
We must study hard and persevere.
Exercise. I know, I'm here.
A meaningful first sound.
It must be called Daddy and Mommy.
Today, I experienced it.
It must have been my parents' at the time.
Feel. It's for young children.
The first meaningful vocalization.
The heart that made me excited could not be calmed for a long time.
I also look forward to my children deeply.
Engraved in the heart. The child's first vocalization.
It shook the world of parents.
The child's first speech.
Awakens the responsibility of parents.
The child's first time is meaningful.
Language, like the rising red sun.
Illuminated all.
Parents' hearts. 
First Words
Birds are tired of flying. Sunrise after dawn.
A faint orange-yellow color.
Early morning bathing in a bamboo forest.
The mist lifted. That wisp of sublimated color.
Crystal dew in bamboo leaves.
A pale green of early spring.
Spread out from the tip of the grass.
The snow is still sleeping in the field.
The spring sun is still a little cool.
The peach tree shakes off the tiredness of winter.
The foliage has not yet bloomed.
That faint hint of green.
Sprout from among the branches.
A fresh breeze in early summer.
caressing the dancing green lotus.
The white lotus.
Swaying in the turquoise waters of the lake.
Slow-flying dragonflies.
Kissing the reed leaves.
Shy frog.
Jump to the lotus leaf's **.
Loud chirps.
Warm breeze.
Can't help but shake the willow branches.
Sycamore by the lake.
I trembled with shame.
Frightened the birds.
Coquettish at dusk.
A gala at the beginning of autumn.
Bloom in a variety of colors.
Let the red dust be like a painting.
Painted in purple and red.
The shepherd boy who returned late.
Sitting upside down on the back of a cow.
I don't know whose cooking smoke it is.
It rises at dusk.
Sunset wears a warm yellow dress.
Dance on the surface of a burning lake.
A valley covered with maple leaves.
Like a dancing flame.
In that autumn breeze.
Who is helping Xiao to groan.
I was in the rain at the beginning of winter.
Holding an umbrella and looking out on the way home.
Flowing water under the bluestone bridge.
Runs through the stuff of the water town.
Icy winter rains.
Hit the brown tiles on the eaves.
Fall on the back of the window.
Hurried footsteps.
Falling in the mud. Look at the fishing fire from afar.
Whether or not there is hope.
The moment I got home.
All weariness dissipated.
Look at pedestrians in the rain.
There is a kind of happiness called warmth.
Duration: 05:05 This issue of [Poetry and Qu Fu] works published Recitation: Cui Jiang Production: Moon Companion Curtain
Seven UniquesFirst Words
Wang Zhenxiang
The wind and clouds are faint and the shadows are flying, and the water and smoke are lightly reflected.
Thousands of miles away, the first words move the soul of poetry.
Seven UniquesFirst Words
Moon Companion Curtain
The light and noisy window has a view, and the neon grazing is calm.
I have been at the heart for a long time, and I have washed my eyebrows and the words are thick.
Seven UniquesFirst Words
Zhao Xingwen
Freehand long sky shadow chasing clouds, for whom to sketch the first words.
Deep pity is not far from people, only to find it in a dream in another country.
Second
The flying shadow follows the wind of the years, and the words and incense scrolls to solve the heart.
A relationship between spring and autumn, always provoked thoughts into dreams.
The Seven LawsFirst Words
Li Xiang
Leaning on the sparse fence to ask the wild goose autumn, the long wind disturbs the worries.
The thin word on the side of the mountain is lovesick, and the light marks of the xia are melancholy.
Where can I send a few heartfelt hearts? I have been looking forward to receiving it for many years.
A sigh is tired of feelings, and the rhyme of the end of the world is endless.
The Seven LawsFirst Words
Chu Yuehua. Out of the water hibiscus rippling blue waves, Tingting jade standing dance.
Visitors are drunk to appreciate the elegant rhyme, and the ink artist is wonderful.
Silently sprinkle the fragrant dew drops, and watch the noisy butterfly bee song.
The red flowers and green leaves are dignified and obvious, and they are extraordinary, beautiful and harmonious.
Song of the Cave ImmortalsFirst Words
Lu Xiaochen. The lights are moving, and the wind is curtains. Thousands of miles away from tears. The moon is bleak and misty, reminiscing about the Qin Tower, like in a dream, sitting in the small courtyard through the forest. At the sound tube of the phoenix flute, the warbler swallow is about to date, and the green trees and red flowers are shallow. Capricious knows each other in vain, and the wine is based on what it says, and the years are changed, and the twilight clouds are far away. But who has solved and hurt the spring for ten years, the thin string is broken, and the first person has not been dispersed.
Chu Yu (Xiao San).
Text: Drizzle (Zhejiang).
At the beginning of people, after careful cultivation, they grow day by day, giving their families rewards and surprises. Like the purple and red of spring, Xinxin everywhere is full ......of spring and vitality
At the beginning of summer, thousands of purples and reds fade, and the green of life appears, which is the season with the most vitality:
The comfortable rain, vigorous, and panning, ...... one after anotherThen a gust of wind blew down a large pile of leaves, and then a shower crackled and caught people off guard, and lasted for a long time; Then a little smaller, a little smaller, and before it could stop, another rainstorm came......
The vigorous and warm sunshine is abundant, waking up the eyes every day, opening the curtains, a breeze blowing, everything under the sun is so dazzling; Until five or six o'clock in the afternoon, he was reluctant to go down the mountain, and the sky was hung ......
Whether in the rain or in the sun, the pride of summer green is always exciting. Green is the background color of nature, the four seasons are reincarnated, and the green is changeable: spring is green and green; Autumn green is mixed; Winter green is dull. And Xia Green is the most innocent, the thickest, the most passionate and the most powerful green.
The summer green is particularly full, the layers are extraordinarily rich, and under the bright sun, it is brilliant and green. It is like the joy that the vegetation creatures can't help but overflow, vivid and exquisite.
Summer green has the most connotation, and the green leaves absorb the energy of the sun to the fullest, laying a solid foundation for the year's reserves.
Whether the summer is green and green is dutiful, autumn will give the answer.
In the middle of summer, the winter wheat is full of flowers and filling, and the rape is close to maturity, which is the harvest in sight; Rice plantings and other spring-sown crops have also begun to be planted......
The taste of summer is strong, listen: frog chirping, knowing and mole crickets, it is a harvest ensemble! There are also earthworms that burrow out of the ground to join in the fun. King melons, cherries, green plums, broad beans, and many, many other vegetables and fruits make a feast for us.
What a vibrant, romantic summer.
Just like the youth of life, it is the time when you can rejuvenate the charm of growth.
In this summer full of vitality, walking in time, I would like to become a shade, and the summer of thousands of trees and lotus leaves full of ponds is integrated!
Luozi comic works
Luo Zi (Fu Huaikang), born in Nanjing, China in 1947, is a member of the Wuhan Comics Research Association, a consultant of the Guangdong Provincial Portrait Comics Committee, and a visiting professor of Hebei Academy of Fine Arts. Luozi has been engaged in art design all his life, and after his retirement, he devoted himself to the research and practice of portrait comics, and is the forefront of the Chinese portrait and comic industry. Luozi's portrait caricature is in a class of its own in China, or has an elegant fairy wind bone, just like the continuous oriental meaning; or the parents of sentient beings are short, just like the fireworks in the market around them; Or there is a tangled past, just like the reluctant old days. And painting other people's faces is more like guessing people's thoughts, so everyone who has participated in Mr. Luozi's comic dojo, people always have an unforgettable moment of entertainment experience! Creative insight: In the face of others, what he paints is his own life's experience and thoughts. 2.Chen Yijian's photographic works
1. A bridge flying frame Tianmen Mountain (Yongtai Tianmen Mountain).
2. The mountain does not turn to the water (Yongtai Tianmen Mountain).
3. Fighting
4. Newborn calves are not afraid of water
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