Read and listen to crape myrtle in autumn

Listen to the reeds in autumn (formerly known as "Walking in the Reed")

Camb.

Reed is not old.

Listen, in this late autumn, at this moment when all reeds are falling, reeds are not sad. It talks to everyone who comes in with a song.

At this time, I am a loyal listener of Reid. Step by step into the reed's magnanimous love and gentleness.

A long dream. The life of reed falls from the drizzle. Yes, reeds don't remember the sound of landing, and they don't remember the scene of long soil, just as we don't remember our original crying. Pain is a matter of the land, that land, the soil that bears it, and drinking salty sea water. From then on, this seedling named Jia Jian was destined to be a child fed by seawater.

Let me turn into a gust of wind, a drop of rain and even wings in the wind and rain, and walk into …

How beautiful that spring was! Reed, still in its infancy, raised its head from the soil; The breeze blows on your face, reed, and you smell flowers and earth; Birds' wings fly in the sky, and you reach out to hold up spring; Feel the sunshine, feel the rain and dew, feel the flow of colors, feel the music and reeds flowing from your heart, but you forget to feel your own growth; Stretch your waist as much as you like. In the wind, you smile and dance. The buds grow from small to large, the bamboo shoots grow from thin to thick, and the underground roots crawl thick ... where are the stars in the daytime? When you learn to think and feel heavy, summer has come; Conical spikes contain flowering Kobanawa reeds. At this time, let me affectionately call you Reid. You are a handsome man standing in the wind. Under the scorching sun, you are more and more plump and chic. Summer is coming, Wei, please fan a few rays of sunshine with your thin wings; After that, I will travel far and snow in first frost; Let me remember, remember that the moonlight shines on you and my mother-in-law is drunk; Remember that the breath of starlight is swaying and overflowing in your breeze; And you, do you remember me as I remember you?

I have been in the distance, outside the rustling autumn wind; Looking forward is the deepest blessing. At this time, the reed, your green and yellow flag and the sunset behind you are integrated, what a brilliant lyric; Can I sing a song with you? A carefree song with no regrets; After that, I will never look back.

Pale,

The Millennium is frost.

The so-called Iraqis,

By the water.

Iraqi people are me. White feather, black feather, red crown, gentle and graceful, standing in the water; Through autumn water and white fog, I looked up and sang.

On the far shore where grass meets grass, the autumn wind is deep; Reed catkins are white, reed, you dance like the sea, like waves, like clouds, like tides, and I meditate in my heart.

Go back and follow it,

Long road resistance;

Swim back, follow it,

In the middle of the water.

Don't go upstream, Wei, I am in the middle of the water in your dream: my neck is repaired and my feet are high, I am jealous and far-sighted, and I prey on fish and shrimp in the water; Did you get a look at him? I am the dream girl you miss day and night. My body is white and full of wings. I drink water and have a long beak. I live on land. I am tall and good at dancing. I am famous for flying in the clouds. I, Liaodong Crane and Panjin Crane described by the ancients, fell in love with you and died in first frost. It's cold, and I will continue to fly south; Across the ocean to a distant island, where all the days are warm as spring, the sun falls from the sky and refracts from the water; There are blooming flowers everywhere. ...

After a long time,

The Millennium is still wet.

The so-called Iraqis,

Zaimeishui ...

Don't go upstream, reed, you should hold the cold in your hand and stand quietly in winter, waiting for my return; Remember, remember our story; This winter, you will no longer feel cold.

Parting is for reunion, and we look for reasons for our repeated betrayal. Yes, leaving is not betrayal; You open your tolerant arms to me again and again; This is your birthplace, the beach of Bohai Bay, the intersection of rivers and seas, and I am back; My sisters and I came back after thousands of waters in Qian Shan. Looking for lost dreams, we-red-crowned cranes, white-headed cranes, white-naped cranes, white cranes, gray cranes, geese, black-billed gulls ... the mighty team brought Xiang back to our spring!

Yes, spring woke up.

How grand this spring is: cranes come, seagulls come, reed warblers come, and all the birds in the world who like wetlands fly here. ...

You are asleep, sleeping;

How warm this spring is, you bloom in your sleep; Waiting for you quietly, waiting for you to fall asleep, waiting for your sweet smile in your sleep; When you wake up, we are singing and dancing with tears in our eyes; Hold you tight, I want to tell you about my lost winter, and pin me and my soul on your silent caress and care. ...

Gently, I went out; Walking out of the reeds in autumn; From my fantasy and my touch in the reeds.

Let me go back and say in my review: whoever listens to reeds can call back time and cranes flying south when reeds are all gone.

People's Daily (June 07, 2006, edition 12, 5438+0)