Wang Guozhen
enjoy life
I don't think about whether I can succeed or not.
Now that I have chosen a distant place,
I only care about the hardships.
I don't think about whether I can win love.
Because I like roses,
Just show your sincerity bravely.
I don't think about whether there will be cold wind and rain behind me.
Because the target is the horizon.
Only the back is left to the world.
I don't think about whether the future is flat or muddy.
As long as you love everything in life,
It's all expected
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lotus
A faint scent, a faint affection
A trace of elegance
A faint lotus flower
Love your lightness and your elegance.
People who love you are not stained with mud.
Pick flowers and put them in front of the pool.
The faint fragrance attracts butterflies.
"Xiao-he didn't show sharp corners.
Dragonflies have been standing at the top. "
Pray for this poem and praise this lotus.
There is nothing better than Dimfragrance.
Come quietly.
Walk quietly
The wind takes away your drunkenness.
Rain is falling on you.
Wind and rain are your companions.
You are an angel in my dream.
Your purity, your serenity.
I'm drunk.
I'm fascinated.
oh
the Dutch ...
Lonely goose
Unfortunate loner!
Who taught you to abandon your old couple,
Break the array,
Wandering at the bottom of this water town,
If you're worried,
Crying endless bitterness?
Ah! From the thick curtains at the bottom of the clouds,
In and out of such lamentations;
What a pain! So enthusiastic!
Lonely wanderer!
Don't shout!
Your deep sound waves,
In this sea mine,
Not worth it.
Where did it spill?
Poor lonely soul!
Not to mention looking back at the sky.
The sky is an endless secret,
A blue riddle,
It's too difficult for you to guess.
There is no need to bow to the sea.
This wicked man who insulted the sky,
His salty saliva.
Don't get your wings wet,
Stick to your schedule!
Lonely birds in the street!
Where are you flying to live?
On the other side of the Pacific Ocean,
Do you know what is there?
Ah! That's eagle territory—
That bully!
His sharp fingers and claws,
Tearing the bottom of nature,
Build a nest of money.
Only machines made of steel,
Drunk with the blood of the weak,
Spit out some evil black smoke,
Dirt my space, cover the sun and the moon,
It is said that flying without knowing the direction,
Rest, there is nowhere to hide!
What a stray dog!
Where the hell are you going?
Birds following the sun!
Bright bottom chaser!
Don't trust that dirty slaughterhouse,
A black smoke stove.
Can attract your trace!
Come on, woman, lost souls!
Come back and join your partner,
Replenish their array!
They're watching you.
Back in the frost-stained reed forest,
There is a school hunting the west wind.
Will be like a hairy reed flower,
Made your mattress.
Warm your sweet dreams.
Back to the gentle harbor,
This is your bathtub.
Come back and walk on the flat beach.
In the silvery moonlight,
My mother-in-law is teasing your shadow.
Come back, wandering lonely bird!
Instead of staying at the bottom of this water country,
Struggling in sorrow,
Crying about endless pain,
Why don't you turn around and go home?
Ah! But this is a high-pressure hurricane.
Take me away;
I still have a letter on my foot,
How can I give up my mission,
Let my mind.
Turn around and blow your wings home?
Ode to the motherland
In the stormy waves of Hukou of the Yellow River
I heard lasting passion.
On Mount Everest, Xue Hai.
What I stare at is a kind of true purity that has not changed for thousands of years.
At the top of the Oriental Pearl Tower
I feel supercilious.
In the tunnel of terracotta warriors and horses
I feel a kind of boldness and depth.
In a fire rising in a foreign country
I feel a blessing and sincerity. ...
Oh, motherland, what are you?
You are the land under your feet.
There used to be beautiful scenery and traffic here.
Used to be a giant in the Qin and Han Dynasties.
This used to be the ruins of the watchtower looted by Eight-Nation Alliance.
It used to be a place to eat chaff and swallow vegetables thousands of miles away.
However, you are a hot spot of perseverance and self-improvement.
Now, you are the carrier of the times with strong spring breeze and progress. ...
Oh, the motherland
You are more than 9.6 million square kilometers of mountains and rivers.
On a white hair pulled out of the night
Reflect your vicissitudes and love.
From Wen Yiduo's stagnant water and green waves
I saw the suffering and greatness of the country.
On the podium of the United Nations
I heard the voice of our representative.
On 9.6 million square kilometers of land
I heard the attachment and longing of 65.438+300 million descendants. ...
You use a bright red five-star red flag
Register with the world
Where are the descendants of China people?
There is a soul deeply branded with five-star steel seal.
There is the heart of the Great Wall.
You use a huge hammer sickle
Announce to the world
Smash an old porcelain with a hammer.
You can also harvest a new China with a sickle.
Stand tall among the nations of the world
You speak Chinese in three loud and strong dialects.
Announce China's progress to the world.
-The people of China have stood up since then.
-development is the last word.
-China * * * Producers Party uses the idea of "Theory of Three Represents"
Shape oneself
Enter a new era and a new century.
You are pursuing the same in the rapid change.
You pursue ever-changing in the constant.
Chinese sons and daughters who have traveled through history
With the spirit of rising from the ground.
With your enthusiasm and persistence
Write a magnificent present and future for you.
Motherland, everything can change.
Only children's love for you will not change.
Only children will make you rich and powerful.
It took 100,000 years to have the momentum of the Yellow River and the Yangtze River.
Still surging like that
It's too lofty, too smooth.
Winter morning
Pushkin (Russia 1799- 1837)
Frost and sunshine, what a beautiful day!
Charming friend, but you are sleeping.
It's time, beauty, wake up!
Open your sleepy eyes closed by happiness.
Please come out, as the morning star in the north,
Come and meet the goddess of the morning glow in the north!
Last night, you remember, the snow was spinning,
The sinister sky is shrouded in darkness.
The yellow moon behind the dark clouds
Like pale spots in the night sky.
You sit there, bored-
But now ... Ah, please look out the window:
Under the blue sky, it looks like a tapestry.
Spread brilliantly on the Yuan Ye.
A large area of snow shines with sunshine,
Only the transparent Woods are darkening.
And fir branches through the frost.
Radiant green: the frozen river is bright.
Amber lit up the whole room.
It's shining. In a new fire
Make a pleasant crackling sound.
It's really beautiful to lie in bed and daydream at this time.
However, should you call someone earlier?
Put the brown horse on the sleigh!
Dear friends, have a nice trip.
Let's slide through the early morning snow.
Let that fierce horse run,
Let's visit the clearing.
The forest that grew not long ago,
That river bank is too good for me.
narcissus
Wordsworth (English 1770—— 1850)
I roam alone! It's like crossing a valley.
A cloud floats leisurely,
Suddenly I raised my eyes and saw a clump.
Golden daffodils, colorful and dense;
By the lake, in the shade,
Swing and dance in the wind.
As dense as stars.
Shining up and down the galaxy,
This daffodil, along the lake bay.
Form an endless line;
I caught a glimpse of thousands of plants.
Shake the corolla and dance.
The ripples on the lake also dance with the wind,
Daffodils are happier than ripples;
With such a happy partner,
How can a poet not feel relaxed and happy!
I stared at it for a long time, but I never thought of it.
What a rare opportunity this beautiful scenery has given me.
Since then, whenever I lie on the sofa,
Or depressed, or overwhelmed,
Narcissus, it flashed in my mind-
Lonely time is my paradise;
My heart is full of joy,
Dancing with daffodils.
The tree by the window.
Frost (USA 1874—— 1963)
The tree by my window, the tree by my window,
When night falls, I close the window;
But don't draw the curtains,
So as not to separate you from me.
You are a hazy dream shadow rising on the ground,
You are as erratic as a cloud,
Everything you preach loudly with your light tongue,
Not everything makes sense.
But tree, I saw the wind shaking you.
If you catch a glimpse of me sleeping in this room,
You'll see that I'm being stirred violently,
Almost swept by the storm.
The fate of that day is due to its playfulness,
Linking the two of us together:
You are influenced by the external climate,
And I am the inner wind and rain.
forest
Wright (Australia 19 15-)
When I first saw this forest,
Its flowers really surprised me.
Their different shapes and faces,
Change with the seasons.
White violets inlaid with purple,
Small flower branches of wild ginger,
Small and lonely orchids on the ground,
I've been fascinated all day.
And dense fuchsia lilies,
Bright red petals on the buttonwood,
Where the stream is shallow,
Konjevoy's green crown.
When I first saw this forest,
Have plenty of time to kill.
And the harvest brought by time,
There will never be an end.
Now its vines and flowers,
It's all famous and has a surname,
Like a wish that has come true,
At the beginning, that magical joy disappeared.
But I have to look further,
Except for the flowers I collected,
There are still some things that need to be named and understood.
The flower that never fades-
That produced the truth about all flowers.