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19 19 winter night, my brother Bingzhong and I read Tagore's Birds. Bing Zhong said to me,' Don't you always say that sometimes your thoughts are too fragmented to be written into paragraphs? In fact, it can also be collected in this way. From then on, I sometimes write down the summer of 1992 in a small notebook. My second brother, Uncle Bing, dug out this little book from the pile of books. He reread it and wrote "Stars" on the first page. 192 1 autumn, my younger brother bingji said,' sister! Can you also print these short stories on paper? I wrote the last paragraph and published it. It was a fragmentary idea two years ago and was evaluated by three children (stars). This is the preface. The stars are twinkling-how can you hear them in the dark blue space? In the silent dim light, they deeply praised each other's second childhood! It is the truth in the dream, the tearful smile in the memory, and the trembling of 30,000 hectares-the moon on the dark island has come up with the source of life and the place of death! Fourth brother is the first! Three bright and happy stars in the soul, gentle and unspeakable children in the depths of the soul! How to describe darkness? The depth of the soul, the depth of the universe, the rest place under strong light, and the reverse side of six mirrors feel unnatural. Why don't you turn over? Only lonely and angry people are awake! Listening to the fortuneteller's gong beating the fate of the world, eight residual flowers dotted the branches, birds flew away and scattered all over the floor-life is also such a glimpse. Nine dreams are the most hidden! Tell you the secrets and worries in your own soul clearly and honestly-0 The green buds and youth say,' Develop yourself! Talking about Baihua and young people saying' contribute yourself! The crimson fruit said to the young man, "sacrifice yourself!" Where can I find infinite mystery? Behind his smile, before his words, there is infinite mystery. Let's fall in love. We are all long-distance travelers with the same destination. The blue wall and sky are boundless-that is, we are all natural babies lying in the cradle of the universe, with one or five children! You can come to my garden and don't pick my flowers-watch the thorns of roses prick your hands, young man! For the future, carefully draw your present picture, my friend! Why do you say I am' silent'? Some writers in the world do more than just write! Sow your seeds deliberately, and you can find your fruit anytime and anywhere. My heart is like a boat crossing the undulating sea. The flower of happiness is looking for the perfect person in the hands of fate. The strings outside the window have touched my heart! How can the sound of trees be infinite in the reverberation? The moonlight is infinite, and where will you go, the two of them, is a hazy death on the day of the month-a haggard fallen flower. The lamp of the soul is bright in silence and extinguished in excitement. Sunflower admits to people who have never met Bai Lianhua that they are best friends. Sunflower bowed her head and died with her slender pride. It is silent to rise up and praise him, but he will rest in peace forever. 26. Mountains and deep seas-cold hearts and warm tears-pity these small people! The Erqi poet is the greatest happiness in the world fantasy and the deepest disappointment in fact. Haibo, the hometown of Erqi! The waves you splashed pounded my rock drop by drop, but now they pounded my heartstrings drop by drop. 29. My friend feels sorry for you. All I can offer is a cold smile. 30. Has time passed like this? Nothing has been achieved except misty thoughts! Trinity is the most ungrateful-a person's tears are his harvest, the thorns of roses, the hatred of climbers and her own comfort, mother! Put aside your sadness and let me fall into your arms. Only you are the destination of my soul. It is not the rolling waves that create the new land, but the fine sand below it. Three or five thousand angels will get up and sing praises to the children! In his little body, there is a great soul, and the sun shines through the cracks in the stone. The little thorn fruit says,' Stick out your head with my strength and liberate your imprisoned self! The trunk was exposed and the hard rock split in two. Don't the body and the world listen to the thick fog on March 8 when the river at the foot of the gurgling mountain passes through the well-the chilly wind blows the hair on the horizon-and when they turn around, there are more lights on the ground. Is it a star or a lamp, waking up in a few clouds at the foot of the mountain and catching a glimpse of the bright sunrise? You were miserable when you left. How can you see me again now? Four zero, my friend! Don't believe that I will make you worry infinitely. I'm just a weak person driven by ideological trend! The night is deep, and my heart will open-the god of a wandering traveler's mind comes unexpectedly. The clouds in the sky and the thoughts of people on the earth are all imprisoned by facts, which is the root of all pain. Truth lies in the baby's silence, not in the wise man's argument. Please allow me to ask only one sentence, a solemn sentence. I never misunderstood you. The bigger the flower, the smaller the fruit. The candle for cooking is still on! Play it again and again! Waiting for the distant brother to come to you from the dark, the sea waves, mountain shadows, brilliant sunset clouds and tragic horns of childhood friends, are we estranged now? Be proud. Only you decorated the world. Poetry is just a little spray in the ocean of knowledge. However, they are embedded in the sky of the soul like bright stars. Will he be greeted by constant emotions? Can he gush out unexpected ideas and create magical words? The criticism and judgment of ordinary people is like a group of blind people speculating on flowers, plants and stones beside the orbit of the sun, the moon and the stars! Only in this second, you and I are an encounter in infinite life and a farewell in infinite life. Where can we find you when we come back? Be careful not to be involved in the vortex of nothingness! May 4th, my friend! Get up, the morning light is coming, and wash your soul all night. Successful flower people only marvel at her present glory! However, at the beginning, her bud was soaked with tears of struggle, and the blood rain of sacrifice spilled all over the world. The poet's emotions are intertwined. A calm heart can build a deeper world in any environment. Don't envy children. Their knowledge is backward. Boredom also looms. Who believes that a small' heart' whimpers and shakes the world? However, he is a drop of water in the ocean of soul. The wind blows the treetops in the shadow of light clouds and light moon. You should create your personality at that time. Don't blow out the candle in my hand, my home is in this dark and distant place. The most silent moment is after I start writing, but before I start writing, point out me, my friend! I am a swallow crossing the ocean, looking for a waterproof nest. 64 smart people! Be careful what you say when you are depressed and what you say when you are happy. Who can catch up with your brushwork? Millions of pictures. Every night, the sunset outside the window, the dusk deep in the forest, is it the first time? It seems that when did you experience the fishing baby! Taoist priests envy you for your life's career in Wan Li Roubo. What can't be written in silence is absolute beauty. 1969 What a lovely spring morning! Harmonious wind, powerful sleeves, quiet mood, birds in the air! Why are you arguing with your companions in the cage? You have your own world-it's an endless memory. Under the vine leaves in the moonlight garden, there are seven or two western hills on my mother's knees! Farewell! I can't bear to leave you, but I am in pain. If my mother is bored, throw it into the stove and turn it into a boring flame. Quadruplets are the most complete poems that great poets spit out in incomplete words. Father! Come out and sit in the moonlight. I want to hear your dream of bright nights in July and June! There are far and near, but we just don't listen to words-listen to the voice that touches the heartstrings! Light and fog are heavy, soft waves are drunk! Sink-sink 77 pebbles! Be strong and be prepared for the waves that push forward and backward! True sympathy is not in your sad and happy period. The morning waves in July and September have passed, and the evening tide is the total sound. Mom! My hair is on your leg, and this is the silk you gave me! Please allow me to put down my pen and have quiet contact with you occasionally. This question is difficult to answer, my friend! What can decorate your life, little brother! Are you mad at me? In the shadow of the lamp, I just used the absurd story 4. The full text of the starry spring water made him sweet. One, two, six, the ship is rippling, the island is green, the mountain is blue and the sea is my friend! Why can't I doubt you anymore? Just because I have been bullied by my dreams many times, I may stare for a second when the meteor flies out of the sky. However, this glimpse of light has remained in people's hearts for a long time, accompanied by rough waves and dark mountain shadows-just look at it if you can't go out at night! A soldier's father stood alone on the national flag platform with only one lamp. If there is no wind and rain in the world, where will the flowers go? It's just annoying. I hope that the hopeless fact can solve the problem, that is, youth suicide! 131 sea! That star has no light and that flower has no fragrance. At that time, there was no clear sound of your waves in my mind. My heart! You told me yesterday that the world was happy, and today you told me that the world was disappointed. Have something to say tomorrow to teach me how to trust you! One, three, three, my friend! It's so sad. Dead spring is the last drop under the pen tip. How can you forget the dark green lotus under the bright moon in summer? 135, friend! Have you ever climbed a mountain? Have you ever been to the seaside? Only loneliness and' natural' silence? Is your heart happy or sad? After the storm, the fragrance and color of the flowers have passed, and the value of the flowers hanging silently on the branches depends on the fruit! 137, smart guy! Abandon the flower of fantasy in your hand! She is just a vague reflection, but the spring scenery in your eyes is cool on the summer night of 138! The orchid breath on the lapel goes to the depths of the dream soul, although it is for the shadow, friend! You would rather look at the blurred mirror than the clear deep pool. She belongs to nature! 140 Little Destiny It's interesting to transfer the fate of young people every day. However, how pitiful young people are. Just 14 1 idea, just let them wander in their hearts. They just picked up a pen and flew away. 142 1 night-listening to the wind outside the window, you can know how cold the candle shadows on the top of the mountain are, like this mountain and river, but they just have no sleep-143 Emotions surge backwards and time moves forward. The boredom of young people is in this whirlpool of communication. The breeze blew at the flower bottom of 144 tower, and it became cold. This ancient courtyard-this dusk-this poetry-surrounds the sunset and me 145 heartstrings! Fight-let the goddess who remembers 100 million dance with you. It is infinite nature to think that 148 pens can be lifted and put down in a beautiful lake in the future. 149 How intriguing that moonless Mid-Autumn Night was! Sitting alone and the brightness hidden through the clouds-there is a more intermittent clearing in the yard at the foot of Yun Qi Mountain, so that the light rain in the evening can only do something that disappoints 15 1 wise daughter! Come on, welcome boredom to ruin your permanent project, my friend! Don't let words suffer. Your words are spoken by people, not words. 153 is pity, tenderness and sadness-this image of heaven melts my heart. 154 always afraid to listen to the wings outside-birds! Where are you going when your wings grow up? 155 white flowers are better than green leaves, and thick sprinkling is not as good as light tea. 156 The clear white fog at the head of the river is coming in the south of the Yangtze River-I only know that there is a blue sea, but there is a green river. This is my parents' hometown! 157. Because of the existence of the world, you can only wipe off the dust on the mirror, but you can't increase the brightness of the moon. 158, friend! I want to write a poem in your heart when snowflakes are flying. The wind and rain came, and the birds hid in their nests. The storm in its heart is coming, and I only hide in your arms. 160 wise man! Words are empty, words are hypocritical. You should only guide your friends in your natural behavior! The water in the sea can't be warm, the aloof heart can't be softened, the red light and the gentle songs of pine trees can't be softened-thank you for giving me light in silence, and the clouds are like fragmentary thoughts. However, it is hard to remember that he is 164, a friend! Goodbye, I'll leave you the last page!