Why are you standing by the river alone? Is this hazy sky dawn or dusk?

Where to ask, I just feel that the world of flowers is in front of me. There are a few white roses in the middle.

There she is. She is coming down from the mountain. Beautiful makeup, as if dressed in white, holding a big bunch of flowers in his hand.

I said, "Come on, I'll give you a white rose. You can pin it on your skirt." She said a word with a smile, but she couldn't hear it. However, I don't think I picked it out, and she didn't wear it either. She still walked forward with flowers in her hand.

Looking up at her road, I saw flowers on both sides, flowers hanging down and flowers falling down.

I think white flowers are better than red flowers after all; But why don't I choose and she doesn't wear it?

Where is the road ahead? Why not follow her?

It's all over, the flowers are hidden, and the dreams are awake. How to get to the road ahead? Why did you wear it when you picked it?

(192 1 August 20th, 2008). )

2. Stone statues

His quiet face and gloomy eyes all set off his solemn gesture. He just stood there in white, looking forward quietly.

The child climbed up the windowsill and wanted to talk and laugh with him; He didn't look up, his lips didn't move, he just stood alone and looked ahead.

My little sister said he was sad and my little brother said he was aloof-but I don't think so. I only bowed my head and worshipped him deeply.

If you allow me to tell the truth, stone statue! You are sad because the world is full of greed. You are arrogant, because there are countless people who only sing sad songs.

Who stands and looks forward like you? Let his children laugh and tease, but you just stand and stare ahead.

Stone statue! Let his ignorant children make you sad and aloof, and I can only bow my head and worship deeply.

3. "Oath"

Literature and art are like the goddess of hunting,

I am a brave lion.

When I crossed the mountains,

When looking for the future,

She-when an arrow hits her chest!

In her smug laughter,

I jumped off the cliff.

Rush suddenly

Her brilliance is in the soft net.

I am a gentle lamb.

Sweet spring water gurgles,

Grass is everywhere;

She bowed her head in pity,

I quietly, silently.

Bow down under her staff.

I am a loyal ship,

Give a leaf's career to

On her undulating waves.

Her smile guides my future,

Her anger showed me the way home.

I am a diligent gardener.

Her soul is protected by me,

I must listen to her heart;

Late at night-early in the morning,

Because she cares about the relentless wind and rain.

Never before, never after;

That's all:

"The Lord is the beginning of slavery!"

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4. A well-informed person

There is a bird whose nest is on the highest branch, and its feathers are not full enough to fly far; I only sing in my nest and talk to two old birds every day. They all feel very happy.

This morning, it woke up. Both old birds have gone to feed. It looked out and saw bright sunshine, green trees and beautiful scenery on the earth. Suddenly, its little brain is full of new ideas. It fluttered its feathers and flew to the branches, releasing songs praising "Nature". Its sound is full of clarity, lightness and beauty. When singing, it seems that "nature" is listening with a smile.

There are many children under the tree. Hearing the song, they all looked up-the birds came out to sing every day, and the children came to listen every day. Finally, they want to catch it. Come out again! It was about to make a sound when suddenly it snorted. A marble flew from below. It turned over and fell from the tree. The two old birds in the Xieci flew like arrows, caught it and carried it back to the nest. Its blood dripped from the gap in the tree to the ground.

Since then, this song has disappeared.

Those children want to look up at it and listen to its singing, but they can't.

5. "me? 》

Look in the mirror and see if it's me. This is a problem! I attend classes in the classroom, walk and chat with my classmates in the yard, and deal with the world from morning till night. Everyone generally thinks it's mine: whether it's really me is also a question!

It is also a question whether I am the same as myself!

Sitting alone in the clear night, waking up at dawn, occasionally having a minute and a second in 365 days a year.

Whether I feel unspeakable scenes and thoughts, I have classes with the classroom, and I am dealing with the world, which is also a question. This problem is always a problem! I can never analyze these two.

Since there is no hope to analyze him, we must hope to unite him. I'm dealing with the world! When you are in trouble, please don't forget that I sit alone at night!

I sit alone on a sunny night! Please don't forget me when I am quiet and clear! Care about each other! Traction! Join hands in the future!