Xiaohui's Poems (Phase II)

Xiaohui is a famous poet in China.

(3 1) Love in Xiamen

Don't ask me where I come from.

My hometown is in Xiamen

The hometown of Chen Jiageng, the world leader of overseas Chinese.

Xiamen University is the harbor of your soul.

Look at that, Shu Ting's oak tree.

Facing the sun, spring blossoms.

The trees are covered with yellow-brown fruits.

Round and sweet soul coffee

Fall in love with a city because of a sea.

Because of a tree, remember a city

Don't ask me where to go.

For dreams and ideals

We put on the wings of angels.

Through Gulangyu's chest

Look at the egrets at all points, and the sunset flies.

Music sails on the sea

Sail out of the port of childhood.

Man has reached the other side of the mind.

Don't ask me where I come from.

My hometown is in Xiamen

Sea Garden, Piano Capital

The beautiful Gulangyu can sing.

Shu Ting's oak tree swayed in the wind.

The sea breeze brushed my face.

Blow away the warm homesickness

Crossing the sea of people, just to meet you

City of meditation, blue sky, white clouds and clear water

Don't ask me where I come from.

My hometown is in Xiamen

Don't ask me where to go.

For the oak tree in my heart.

Facing the sun, spring blossoms.

Only the wind knows the direction of love.

Only the wind knows the direction of love.

In a dream ...

Take me into the misty rain in Jiangnan

Hold a pink oil umbrella.

Looking for you in Qingshi alley

Only the rain knows my mind

In a dream ...

Love that subverts a city.

The beautiful scenery of a city.

The story of precipitating a city

Only the wind knows the direction of love.

In a dream ...

The scenic man is still on the bridge.

Stroking the hazy clouds and fog

Only rain knows the poet's heart.

In a dream ...

Look up at the rainbow of seven colors.

Chasing colorful auspicious clouds

Light the spark of life

Only the wind knows the direction of love.

In a dream ...

Embrace the sky world of dawn

Plant life and bloom in the future.

Open your arms and fly freely

Only the wind knows the direction of love.

In a dream ...

Crossing the desert full of passion for life

Looking for a clear spring in my heart

(33) Intersection of Osmunda japonica

Lagerstroemia indica will bloom again.

The sky is full of poetry.

July filariasis, parting.

Dreams take away your loneliness.

Took away your smile.

But I can't take away my memory of you.

Time has taken away my youth.

Took away my innocence.

But I can't take my surging heart away.

Missing fades away with the laughter of blessing.

Sunset flies over the campus gate.

Four years of college life, who have I contacted?

The rest is attached to my heart.

Thank you for your struggle!

Take off for your dreams

I walked all the way to the end

Tonight, we are destined to break up

Time flies, the future can be expected.

No platform is an eternal harbor.

When the flowers bloom happily again.

We bid farewell to the summer when Lagerstroemia indica bloomed.

After many years, meet again after a long separation.

May you and I meet again at the intersection of crape myrtle blossoms.

I love you, lovely China.

Look at that.

Happy snowflake

Fly freely

Fall in the north

The Great Wall made of ice and snow.

A hundred miles of ice

That's my hometown.

Listen to that.

Hazy misty rain

A tree is full of flowers.

Blooming in Jiangnan

Mei Tao liaoyuan

It is spring all over the world.

That's my home.

My hometown.

In the beautiful north.

Looking up at a flying eagle.

Soaring boundless blue sky and white clouds

My hometown.

In the sentimental south of the Yangtze River

There is a girl from a water town.

Let the boat go and pick lotus songs.

I am a herdsman.

On the green grassland

Drive away a herd of cattle and sheep

That was my childhood friend.

I am a sailor.

On a quiet sea

Lever up the sun and rise.

Reading you in the moonlight, China.

I love you, my northland.

I love you, my Jiangnan.

I love you, my grassland.

I love you, my sea

That's where I grew up.

I left my childhood behind.

There are two acacia trees in front of the door.

A life and a homesickness.

I love you, my China

5,000 years of civilization

Create the best country

We are all descendants of dragons.

Black hair and yellow skin.

A pair of bamboo chopsticks, a mouthful of Chinese.

My kindest mother

Fertility1400 million children

56 ethnic groups are one family.

Drink water from the mother river.

Listen to the cock crow.

Sunrise in the east, red flags fluttering.

I love you, lovely China.

9.6 million square kilometers of land

That's where we grew up.

I am proud, I come from China.

Looking for it in the warm desert

Looking for the ancient crescent moon spring

Listening to the vicissitudes of camel bells

My lingering homesickness

Is my mother's eternal life.

I am in the field of hope.

Spring is born in the heart and flowers bloom happily.

I am a hardworking and kind farmer.

Where peach blossoms bloom.

To read my lovely China.

Touch the passionate land under your feet.

Persimmons are red.

The leaves have fallen and the persimmons are red.

Autumn is everywhere.

Very beautiful

There is a kind of northern beauty.

On the water side, the mountains are our neighbors.

There is a girl in red.

She is holding a bamboo basket.

Walking on a country road

Looking back on the mountains and rivers, it is autumn.

The clouds are light and the wind is light, and it is lush everywhere.

There is a girl in red.

Wait for me under the persimmon tree

Meet the soul and sketch clearly.

Love worries alone at dusk.

(36) Face the sun and embrace the world.

Wake up

I left with a dream.

Since dawn

Facing the sun

embrace the world

Spring is coming.

I am in the garden of life.

Roam freely

Sow hope

Bloom the future

I'm going to tell everyone

When your heart

When you have a dream

All the pain

Will stay away from you forever.

Be a happy person

Facing the sun

embrace the world

I'm going to tell everyone

When your talent

The moment to lift your dreams.

All the flowers

Will smile brightly for you.

Be a happy person.

Sow hope

Bloom the future

(37) misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River

I walked into the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

Hold a red oil umbrella.

In a lonely alley for thousands of years

Lonely Peach Blossom and Willow Yiyi

A bluestone alley remains the same.

A piece of white wall, Yamato is still there.

Jiangnan town remains the same.

I just didn't see you that year.

I stood in the misty rain and listened to the rain.

The poet who listens to the rain is waiting for you.

I stood in the drizzle and read the sound of rain.

The poet who reads the rain is thinking of you.

The same misty rain, different customs

Sit still and be lonely.

I just didn't see you that year.

Reminds me of Jiangnan alley

Jiangnan misty rain Jiangnan story

I walked to Qingshi Hutong.

Holding the red oil umbrella of that year

Romantic love and happy life.

(38) Daydreaming of time

I can put my heart into it.

Lock my wounds and pain.

why

But can't lock the passage of time.

Joy is always a moment of glory.

Missing always falls in late autumn.

In the long journey of life

What you get is not.

The truth of my dream.

What I lost was.

The most beautiful emotion in life

I can use my tears

Lock my love and hate

why

But I can't lock the pace of time.

First love is always red champagne.

Blessing is always a beautiful poem.

In the long search for life

The fastest runner

Always the best time.

Walk the slowest

Always lovelorn at dusk

(39) Hometown bells

The bell of hometown

In the east of sunrise

Dawn breaks.

That roar

The voice of the people

Nostalgia of life

Full of hope

the flying sneaker

Poet's homesickness

lovely china

A kind mother

Be with heaven and earth

Shine forever like the sun and the moon

The bell of hometown

Still beating

Tengfei China dream

The voice of the world

Five thousand years in China

Civilization and history

Life and homesickness

That roar

A cock crows.

Never stop

China's heartbeat.

The voice of the people

Poet's homesickness

The world of life

(40) for dreams and ideals

For dreams and ideals

I am like a snail.

Crawl on the humble land

Down-to-earth, load forward.

For poetry and distance

I am like an eagle.

Soaring in the boundless sky

Through the forest, through the sea.

For a better life

I am like a good horse.

Galloping on the green grassland

Pentium Wan Li, proudly stand on the earth.

Hit in a tough battle.

Reach the other side of success

(4 1) I am at the top of Xiangyun.

I am at the top of Xiangyun

Measure the temperature of the sun

Burning dreams and ideals

Sow life and life

I am at the top of Xiangyun

Listen to the sounds of mountains and rivers.

The melody of nature

Shake the wisdom of philosophers

In the green forest

I chase colorful clouds.

Look up at the flying eagle.

Conquer the sky and the sea

I am at the top of Xiangyun

Enjoy all the beauty.

I am at the top of Xiangyun.

I am at the top of Xiangyun

Listen to the bells of the ancient city

Look at Yunnan girl

Fall in love with a meditation place

I am at the top of Xiangyun

See the face of love

Unique beauty

You are the April of this world

I am at the top of Xiangyun

Pick the stars with your left hand.

For the homeless.

Light up your way home

Because of a piece of auspicious clouds

Remember an ancient city.

My Peking University, my home.

Inscription: Seven snows in Qian Xun, Zhi Zhi, Fang Gang, Pengcheng Wan Li in full bloom, all from [contemporary] Peking University Xiaohui.

My Peking University, my home.

After a hundred years of wind and rain, I am proud of the world.

That is the romantic poet Xu Zhimo.

A hazy place

That is the talented poet Cha Haisheng.

Elegant harbor

Oh! I will always be Peking University.

World masterpiece

The hometown of talents in the world

China poet's paradise

The Unnamed Lake in China.

The unnamed lake in Peking University.

The most beautiful March day in the world

The unnamed lake is easy to read.

It's all over. Count the romantic numbers.

Look at today's Peking University.

My Peking University, my home.

The hometown of gifted scholars and the harbor of poets.

(44) Xinyu

love

You don't have to look for it.

It has no direction.

At the right time.

It will come to you gently.

When should we go?

It will leave you silently.

what is love ?

No one can tell.

Like a gust of wind, blowing

Like fallen leaves on the ground

Pick it up, it withered.

Wait for spring.

When a tree blossoms, love comes.

(45) Xinyu

I am not in spring.

Millennium expectations

The roses will bloom beautifully.

Too hazy love

I can't afford it for a lifetime.

Too beautiful scenery

love

Either happiness or pain.

Without a good start.

There will never be a perfect Manchu-Chinese banquet.

Tonight, the stars shine

The moonlight pushed open my window.

tell me

Great love will always come

sit-in

Sit still and let the soul float in the clouds.

The village in the early morning is in a waterfall.

Surging, Pentium life.

Play the music of life

I am listening to the mountain's thirst for water.

Let the mind feel the beautiful melody of nature.

Spotless, love is the soul of poetry.

I write poems in the clouds, hazy beauty.

Poetry sails on the sea ... bearing dreams and ideals.

Ride the wind and waves and sail to the other side of success

I like the smell of the sun.

At dawn, hope rises from Ran Ran.

Living poetically on the earth

Looking back, I can see the future.

sit-in

Sit quietly and breathe the free air in the morning.

Let the heart return to nature

Looking for the waterfall of the soul

Ho, ho, ho life.

Clouds cover mountains and rivers.

Yunyong Millennium Ancient Temple.

I am listening to the bells of ancient vicissitudes.

The silence of the morning dawn

Wake up mountains and seas.

I want to be a loyal son of the sun.

Let words fly with your heart.

Writing China's Poetry Rhyme on the Affectionate Land.

Like peach blossoms in spring.

Set out for happiness and success.

I am the loneliest poet Hu Kunbin in the world.

I am the loneliest poet Hu Kunbin in the world.

Write a poem with light in the darkest night.

That storm is the pillar of my poetry.

I'm playing a symphony of the soul of life.

Let the world tremble for me, soul of China poet.

There are no masterpieces in my life, only poems.

Poetry is my only wife who sleeps naked with me.

Many years later, I will die and be buried in the mountain.

The rosy clouds burning on the mountain are the color of poetry.

The blue sea under the mountain is my hometown.

Many years later, I will die with nothing.

Just to hold up a sun for mankind at sea.

Just for China, scatter all the stars in the poem.

Just scoop up a bright moon in the sky for the world.

Light the lamp only for children, and light the lamp in your heart.

(49) The Second Symphony of Xiaohui's Life

Spring has come and played the melody of nature.

The lovesick rain in the sky turned into a staff in the sky.

The symphony of life blooms in lightning and passion.

The rumbling explosion awakened the world.

A dazzling flash of lightning burned all night.

Destroyed all the darkness, and all the darkness died.

The earth is free and happy to grow a healthy life.

Tao Li lit a prairie fire with a smile.

Liu Shuyi dressed up with a shawl and green hair hanging in the water.

Happy birds sing the most beautiful songs.

Free air, free breeze and sound.

The drizzling Jiangnan is intoxicated with hazy homesickness.

In the lush bamboo building, the smell of smoke fills the air everywhere.

(50) The Fifth Symphony of Xiaohui's Life

In the darkness of life, I caught my destiny by the throat.

I want to breed the dawn and the future life in full bloom.

My free and happy paradise flies high with the soul of poetry

The music of nature is ethereal, relaxing the sunrise at sea.

I bravely braved the storm to hang Yun Fan to save the sea.

I know: what color is the fate of life?

I penetrate: the sea tastes salty and bitter.

My choice: endless practice in life.

I swear: I will be strong and soar in the universe.

I sing: I want to be the master of my own destiny.

Play the fifth symphony of life

Boiling blood in life poems

China's history and culture has been flowing for 5,000 years.

(5 1) The Sixth Symphony of Xiaohui's Life

I woke up ... I was still dreaming.

Play music of natural life.

Picturesque sunset and dusk

There was smoke everywhere, and the bell rang late.

Hazy clouds, dense fog

Put on an elegant white wedding dress

Attachment to ancient bridges, flowing water and green hills.

The moonlight in the lotus pond smells and kisses the soul of love.

Don't wake a water dragonfly.

It's gone. duckweed

The girl in red picking lotus roots.

Still singing the legend of flying lotus

Bloom the ethereal Buddha nature for thousands of years.

(52) The Tenth Symphony of Xiaohui's Life

Dark clouds are gathering and rolling.

Dark clouds devour the sun, moon and stars in a hurry.

The sun and the moon complement each other and shine with dark clouds.

The dark clouds are scattered, and the sun, the moon and the east remain unchanged.

Thin clouds and dense fog are lush.

Thousands of years of attachment to mountains and rivers, sunsets and dusk.

Thousands of years have heard of homesickness of small bridges and flowing water.

Life of Nature Sunrise at Sea

Free air flows freely and healthily.

Free seagulls fly freely and happily.

A free fisherman can fish freely and happily.

Free sailors sail freely and peacefully.

I am Hu Kunbin, a hazy poet in China.

In the misty homesickness of rainy Jiangnan

In the lush acacia in the south of the Yangtze River.

Lv Liu yi yi Jiangnan cailian

I am Hu Kunbin, a hazy poet in China.

Up to now, I still remember the frozen scenery in the north of China.

Snowflakes are fluttering and red, and Mei Duo points to the mountains.

I look for snow lotus in my dream.

I am Hu Kunbin, a hazy poet in China.

I am picking red beans from the poet Wang Wei.

I am lighting Zhang Ji's Jiangfeng fishing fire.

Same gorgeous, same lovesickness, same insomnia.

Cloudy and hazy, the sun and the moon complement each other.

Fog, rain, homesickness, spring, flowers and life

Mei Tao ignited a prairie fire thousands of miles away from the soul.

Yingying, Yanwu, Liu Yang, Yiyi and Health.

I am Hu Kunbin, a hazy poet in China.

I only penetrated the freezing three feet, and spring is not far away.

I only realized that as I grow up, I will return to nature.

I only know the fate of smelling water lilies in a thousand years.

(53) Song of the Stars

The stars cling to the silent night sky.

Shine its light.

Let mankind see its beauty.

Burn all the painful memories

The star decorated that lonely night.

The dream of transparent whole world.

Make human beings more kind.

Let mankind become more civilized

A single spark can start a prairie fire; a little spark can cause a conflagration; a single spark can start a prairie fire

Warm world, happy world.

The poet looked up at the stars.

Only a nation can have hope.

The stars are the beacon of the soul.

Light up the dawn of the world.

(54) Xiaohui's First Life Symphony

I don't have the peerless talent of a talented musician.

You can't play Beethoven's moonlight with both hands.

I can't write a complicated staff anymore.

Playing guitar with your right hand for thousands of years.

Make the most ethereal and wonderful sound of human beings

The thunder of nature awakened the whole world.

A flash of light pierced the dark sky.

Maybe there will be a heavy snow tomorrow and the day after tomorrow.

Freezing for three feet, I believe that spring is not far away.

I will be the strongest in a desperate situation.

I play life for you in romantic months.

Maybe the old string is broken, but the sound is still there.

I want to stand between the sun and the moon.

The moon fell asleep gently.

Very quiet, especially bright.

Sea! This is the bed of the moon.

Sleep! Sleep! Sleep!

Touch the sun at dawn

Wake up the mountains and rivers.

Sunrise at sea, all over Kyushu.

A faint dawn, radiant.

I come from the clouds and wander with them.

Standing between the sun and the moon

Hazy and elegant

It's beautiful. I see the future.

I want to stand between the gray sun and the moon.

Be the brightest self.

You are the eighth most beautiful woman in the world.

The world is unique.

(56) To the reader: Are you all right?

those years

You are reading a book under the window.

How are you now?

Any magazine in the world

Will not bring good luck and glory to people.

But they make you healthy and happy.

What I want to say is

Everyone's time and energy are limited.

So how to study?

Can make you change your outlook on life

My personal opinion

The readers are beautiful.

Dear reader

Are you okay? I'm fine.

(57) Send it to young readers.

draw

a bowl of

The ship of the moon

Through the night sky

Throughout childhood

you

Stand at the bow

I

Stand at the stern

Pick the stars together

Watch the crane together.

weary

Overslept

Moon's bed

A bosom friend awakened my childhood dream.

A bosom friend is the swan song of life.

Shake my childhood dreams

The golden cicada is reborn.

A metamorphosis, a rebirth!

Fly in pain Fly!

All life comes from the land.

Belong to faith, belong to sports.

A person's growth process

Like a golden cicada shedding its shell

Be thoroughly remoulded and get out of trouble

Have the power to fly

Cicada, cicada, soar.

It may not cry yet, but once it does, it will surprise everyone; When a bird doesn't need to cry, it doesn't cry; Once it happens, it will shock everyone-an unknown person will shock the world by making amazing moves or some extraordinary achievements.

Cicadas end their lives in flight.

I am an eagle.

I am an eagle.

Dancing the wings of life

Soaring in the blue sky

I am an eagle.

Soaring in the blue sea

Fly to where you belong

I am an eagle.

Across the grassland, across the desert

Measure the height of the sky and the width of the sea.

I am an eagle.

Fly freely! fly

Fly to my harbor

The sky will always be my hometown.

The sea is the harbor of my soul.

(60) Love life

Sometimes I want to let go of everything.

Relax and fly freely.

Don't think about it, it will come tomorrow.

Just for today, work hard.

Let me resurrect with blood, and I will hold it after the victory!

What a wonderful world!

We have no reason to be deserters.

Whether the road of life is smooth or muddy.

We should all try to stick to it.

How many ups and downs does a person have to go through in his life?

We can't give up our faith because of difficulties.

Only people who love life.

Reach the other side of success.

All happiness is expected.