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From tomorrow on, I want to be a happy person;

Comb hair, chop wood and travel around the world.

From tomorrow on, I will care about food and vegetables.

I have a house facing the sea, which is full of spring flowers.

From tomorrow on, write to everyone I love.

Tell them my happiness.

What did the lightning of happiness tell me,

I will distribute it to each of them.

Give every river and mountain a warm name.

Stranger, I will also wish you happiness.

I wish you a bright future!

May you lovers get married!

May you be happy on earth.

I only want to face the sea and spring blossoms.

This is everything, too.

Shu Ting

Not all trees

Be broken by the storm;

Not all seeds

Can't find rooted soil;

Not everything is true.

Are lost in the desert of people's hearts;

Not all dreams

Willing to break his wings.

No, not everything.

Just like you said.

Not all flames

They will only burn themselves.

Not illuminating others;

Not all stars

It only means darkness.

Don't report the dawn;

Not all songs

It passed by my ear.

Didn't leave it in my heart;

No, not everything.

Just like you said!

Not all appeals went unanswered;

Not everything lost can't be compensated;

Not all abyss is doomed;

Not all destruction covers the weak;

Not all hearts

You can step on the mud under your feet;

Not all the consequences

It's all tears and blood prints, but it doesn't show joy.

All the present breeds the future,

Everything in the future comes from yesterday.

Hope and fight for it,

Please carry all these on your shoulders!

& lt& lt a flowering tree >; & gt

Xi Murong

How to let you meet me

In my most beautiful moment

for this reason

I prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years.

Pray for Buddha to let us have a dusty relationship.

Buddha made me a tree.

Follow the path you may take.

Under?the?sun

Carefully full of flowers.

Every flower carries my previous hopes.

When you get close,

Listen carefully

Trembling leaves

This is the passion I am waiting for.

When you walked under the tree, you didn't notice me.

On the ground behind you

My friend,

Not falling petals

But my withered heart.

answer

North Island

Mean is the passport of the mean,

Nobleness is the epitaph of noble people,

Look, in the golden sky,

Full of twisted reflections of the dead.

The ice age is over,

Why is there ice everywhere?

The Cape of Good Hope was discovered,

Why did Qian Fan compete in the Dead Sea?

I came into this world,

Just paper, rope and numbers,

Before the trial,

Read those condemned voices.

Tell you what, world.

I don't believe it.

Even if you have a thousand challengers under your feet,

Then count me as 10 1.

I don't believe the sky is blue,

I don't believe in the echo of thunder,

I don't believe that dreams are false,

I don't believe in death without retribution

If the ocean is destined to burst its banks,

Let all the bitterness pour into my heart,

If land is destined to rise,

Let mankind choose the peak of survival again.

New turning points and shining stars,

Let the sky have nothing to hide.

This is a 5000-year-old hieroglyph,

Those are the eyes that people will stare at in the future.

Believe in the future

forefinger

When cobwebs mercilessly sealed my stove.

When the smoke of ashes sighs the sorrow of poverty

I still stubbornly smooth away the ashes of disappointment.

Write with beautiful snowflakes: believe in the future.

When my purple grapes turn into dew in late autumn

When my flowers snuggle up to other people's feelings

I still stubbornly use frosted vines.

Write on the desolate land: believe in the future.

I want to use my fingers to stir the waves that rush to the horizon.

I want to hold the sun in my hand.

The warm and beautiful pen flickers with the dawn.

Write with a child's pen: believe in the future.

I believe in the future.

Yes, I believe that people's eyes in the future

She brushed away the eyelashes of history.

She has a student who can read through the years.

No matter what people think of our rotting bodies.

Those lost blues, the pain of failure.

It was tears of emotion and deep sympathy.

Or give a contemptuous smile and bitter ridicule?

I firmly believe that people are interested in our spine.

Countless explorations, lost ways, failures and successes.

I will definitely give a warm, objective and fair evaluation.

Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their comments.

Friends, believe in the future.

Believe in indomitable efforts

Young people who believe in overcoming death.

Believe in the future and love life.

Go to the seaside

Pushkin

Goodbye, free element!

For the last time, in front of my eyes

Your blue waves are rolling,

Your proud beauty shines.

Like a friend's melancholy whisper,

It seems that he said hello when he left.

For the last time, I listen to you.

Shouting loudly, your gloomy complaints.

The country I yearn for wholeheartedly, the sea!

How often, on your shore?

I wander quietly and confusedly,

Think hard about my long-cherished wish.

Ah, how I like to hear your echo,

Mute voice, song of the abyss,

I like to hear your silence at dusk,

And your wayward temper!

Fisherman's sail

Your moody protection

Slide boldly between two teeth,

But if you get rough and can't overcome it,

Groups of fishing boats will be wiped out.

I can't leave until now.

This frozen stone coast bothers me,

I haven't embraced you warmly, sea!

Nor did it shake my poetry.

Take your ridge and run away!

You're expecting, calling ... I'm tied down,

My heart tried in vain to break free,

A stronger feeling attracted me,

So I stayed on the shore. ...

What is there to cherish? Where is it now?

It allows me to run on the open road.

There is only one thing in your desolation.

Maybe it excites me.

Cliffs and glorious graves ...

There, all kinds of good memories.

Sinked into a cold dream,

Ah, Napoleon put it there.

He was buried in misery.

Followed by him, another genius.

Like a storm passing in front of us,

Ah, another master of our hearts.

He went, making freedom with tears in his eyes!

He left his laurel to the world.

Make a hullabaloo about, angry at the bad weather,

Oh, the sea He used to be in song for you.

He is shaped by your essence,

Sea, he is your reflection;

He is as deep, powerful and gloomy as you,

He is as stubborn as you.

The world is empty ... Oh, the ocean,

Where can you take me now?

Everywhere, people's fate is the same:

Where there is happiness, there is education.

Or tyrants are very heavily guarded.

Goodbye, sea! You are amazingly beautiful

I will never forget it;

I will listen for a long time.

Your rumble at dusk.

My heart is full of you, I want to put

Your rock, your bay,

Your light and shadow, the trembling of your waves,

To the forest, to the silent wasteland.

Beautiful mood

Xi Murong

If life is a

A speeding train

Happiness and sadness are

Those two tracks

Stay close behind me

All the moments are hasty and vague.

Unless you can stop and look back.

Only in the moment of looking back.

In order to get a clear and clear

Sour and pungent, so only

When it's too late

In order to find a way

A good mood without regrets

Let's find a lamp.

Gu Cheng

That's it.

Let's find a lamp.

you said

It's behind the curtain.

Surrounded by pure white walls

Wildflowers move from dusk.

Will turn into another color.

That's it.

Let's find a lamp.

you said

It's at a small station.

Look at the weeds around you.

Let the train pass quietly

Take away the tender memories

That's it.

Let's find a lamp.

you said

It's near the sea.

As beautiful as kumquat

All the children who like it

Will grow up in the morning

That's it.

Let's find a lamp.

Motherland, my dear motherland.

Shu Ting

I am your shabby old waterwheel by the river.

Old songs that have been spun for hundreds of years.

I am a miner's lamp with your forehead blackened.

When you grope in the tunnel of history.

I am a withered ear of rice; This is a roadbed that is in disrepair.

This is a barge on the beach.

Draw the rope deep

Pull it into your shoulder

-the motherland!

I am very poor.

I am sad

I am your ancestor.

Painful hope.

It's a flying sleeve.

Flowers that never fall to the ground for thousands of years

-Motherland

I am your brand-new ideal.

Just broke free from the mythical spider web.

I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow.

I am your tearful smile.

I am the newly painted white starting line.

This is crimson dawn.

Spraying

-Motherland

I am one billionth of you.

Is the sum of your 9.6 million square meters.

With your scarred breasts,

raise

Lost me, considerate me, boiling me.

And then from my flesh and blood

get

Your richness, your glory, your freedom.

-Motherland

my dear motherland