Author: Yu Guangzhong

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When I was a child, homesickness was a small stamp. I'm here and my mother is there.

When I grow up, homesickness is a narrow ticket. I'm here and the bride is there.

Later, homesickness became a temporary grave. I'm outside and my mother is inside.

Now, homesickness is a shallow strait. I am here and the mainland is there.

Second, Night in the South

Author: Feng Zhi

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We sat quietly by the lake and listened to the swallows telling us about the quiet night in the south.

The quiet night in the south is brought by them, and the reeds at night are evaporating with strong enthusiasm ── I have already felt the intoxication of the south night, please smell the strong smell among the reeds.

You said that the big bear star is always like a white bear in the cold zone, and it chills all over.

At this time, swallows skimmed over the water and stars scattered on the lake-please take a look at the stars in this lake, and the starry sky in the south is such a scene.

You said you suspected the ginkgo pine over there, as if the snow on the tree had not melted.

At this time, the swallow flew to a palm tree and sang a warm song-please listen to the swallow's song. This is the scene in the southern forest.

I always feel that we are not like tropical people, and our chests are always as quiet as autumn and winter.

The swallow said that there is a rare flower in the south, which only blooms once in twenty years. At this moment, I suddenly feel that there is a flower hidden in my chest, which will bloom like a fire in this quiet night!

Third, "teach me how not to think about her"

Author: Liu Bannong

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There are some clouds floating in the sky and some breezes blowing on the ground.

Ah! The breeze blows my hair and teaches me how to miss her.

Moonlight fell in love with the ocean, and the ocean fell in love with moonlight.

Ah! Such a honey-like silver night. Teach me how to miss her.

Flowers fall on the water and flow slowly, while fish swim slowly under the water.

Ah! Swallow, what did you say? Teach me how to miss her.

Dead trees shake in the cold wind and wildfires burn in the dusk.

Ah! There is still some light in the western paradise. Teach me how to miss her.

Fourth, "prophecy"

Author: He Qifang

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This heartbeat day has finally come!

Your footsteps sighing at night are approaching, and I can clearly hear that it is not the whisper of leaves and night wind in the forest, but the tiny hoof of elk crossing the moss path!

Tell me, tell me with your bell, were you predicted by the young God?

You must come from the warm south! Tell me the moonlight there, the sunshine there!

Tell me how the spring breeze blows open the flowers and how the swallows fall madly in love with poplar trees!

I will sleep in your dreamlike singing with my eyes closed, and I seem to remember and forget.

Please stop, stop your long-distance running, come in, there is a tiger mattress for you to sit on!

Let me burn the fallen leaves I pick up every autumn and listen to me sing my own songs in a low voice!

That song is gloomy as fire, high as fire, and tells my life.

Don't move forward! There is an endless forest ahead: the old trees show the stripes of wild animals,

Half-dead vines are intertwined like pythons, and no star leaks out of the dense leaves.

Hearing the empty echo of the first step, you will be too timid to let go of the second step.

Do we have to go? Please wait for me to go with you! My feet know every safe way,

I can always sing the songs I forgot, and then give them to you, and then send them to your hands!

The darkness of the night interrupted us, so you can look me in the eye without blinking!

You didn't listen to my exciting song, and your feet didn't stop for my trembling!

Like a quiet breeze drifting through this dusk, it disappears, and your proud steps disappear!

Ah, young God, did you finally come and go speechless as predicted?

Verb (abbreviation for verb) bid farewell to Cambridge

Author: Xu Zhimo

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I left quietly, just as I came gently; I waved my hand gently and bid farewell to the clouds in the western sky.

The golden willow by the river is the bride in the sunset; Beautiful shadows in the waves ripple in my heart.

Green grass on the soft mud, oily, swaying at the bottom of the water; In the gentle waves of He Kanghe, I would like to be an aquatic plant!

That pool under the shade of elm is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky; Crushed in floating seaweed, a rainbow-like dream is precipitated.

Looking for dreams? Support a long pole and swim back to a greener place on the grass; Full of starlight, singing in the splendor of starlight.

But I can't play the piano, just a farewell flute; Summer insects are also silent for me, silence is Cambridge tonight!

I left quietly, just as I came quietly; I waved my sleeve without taking away a cloud.