What is Yu Guangzhong's poem?

In childhood

Homesickness is a small stamp.

I'm at this end

Mom is over there.

When I grow up

Homesickness is a narrow ticket.

I'm at this end

The bride is over there.

We'll talk about it later.

Homesickness is a low grave.

I am outside

Mom's inside.

But now

Homesickness is a shallow strait.

I'm at this end

The mainland is over there

2. Waiting for you in the rain

Waiting for you in the rain, waiting for the rainbow in the rain.

The cicada falls and the frog rises.

A pool of red lotus is like a red flame in the rain.

It doesn't matter whether you come or not.

Every lotus is like you.

Especially through the dusk, through the drizzle.

Eternal moment, eternal moment.

Waiting for you outside of time

Waiting for you in a moment in eternity, in time.

If your hand is in my hand □ at this moment.

If your qingfen

In my nostrils, I would say little lover.

Well, this hand should be picking lotus in Wugong.

This hand should be

Shake a handle of cinnamon pulp on Mulan boat.

A star hangs on the cornice of the science museum.

Hanging like an eardrop

Swiss watch says it's seven o'clock, and suddenly you come.

Red-violet danced after the rain, and you came.

Like a poem.

From a love story □ You're here.

In Jiang Baishi's words, you have a rhythm.

3. My solidification

Here, in international cocktails,

I'm still a piece of ice that refuses to melt-

Always keep the temperature below zero.

And the hardness of the solid.

I am also very mobile.

It is also easy to move and boil.

I like playing the rainbow slide.

But the sun in China is too far away from me

I am crystalline, transparent and hard.

And cannot be automatically restored.

4. West Luo Qiao

Suddenly, the soul of steel woke up.

Serious and quiet.

The sea breeze in Xiluo Plain shook the building violently.

The pattern of force, the beautiful net, shook the building violently

Every nerve in the tower of will,

Trembling violently, screaming in despair.

The teeth of nails are clenched tightly, and the hands of iron arms are tightly held.

Serious silence.

So, my soul woke up, I know.

I will be different from the one I crossed.

I didn't cross the line, I know.

I can't recover from the other side.

I'm on this shore

But fate extends from a mysterious point.

A thousand welcome arms, I have to cross the river.

Facing the door to another world

In the corridor, I trembled slightly.

But the glory of Xiluo Plain

Tell me face to face that the sea is on the other side.

I trembled slightly, but I

We must cross the river!

Standing, there was a great silence.

Wake up, soul of steel.

5. the river of no return

The river of no return, the waves leap into eternity.

The sun rises and the moon sets.

What wave is "The Moon Catcher"?

Which wave is the drowning doctor?

Under the red cliff, people still hang bearded Su, just like bearded Su in ancient times.

Listen, the ichthyosaur went east and disturbed many aquariums.

When I get old, thousands of feet will have grey hair.

I should stall Li Sao.

The lingering Li Sao dragged me home.

Let me wander between gurgling and quarrying.

Let the immortal river wash away my sins.

The cold river wishes me eternal life.

Like mom's fingers, when I was a child.

Tickle gently, that kind of touch

In The River Never Returning, Chisai, who has thousands of lips, is the mother.

Lick, I gently, kiss, I gently

Honey, I'm naked

Backstroke posture is sucking posture.

A steady stream of irrigation for 5 thousand years

The sacred liquid that will never be weaned, this breast

Every drop is sweet and sad.

Every drop of water on the top of Kunlun Mountain

In the wind, frost and fog.

Myth from Curtain Kuang Kuang

The long river does not return, and Changping Media belongs to Sun.

At dusk, the dragon's tail enters the morning light.

Changlin turned a page of history, a scale.

Page after page, endless sound of running water.

Winners and losers win the same wave.

Floating is eternal, sinking is eternal.

Shun is eternal, and reverse is eternal.

You must follow the prone position and backstroke.

The river of no return is the sound of the river under your pillow all night.

While moving to the left, it is surging in the left ear.

From side to right, cheeks surge on the right.

Lateral rotation

Keep brandishing a knife

People with insomnia have their heads in the Three Gorges.

6. "Wuling teenager"

The aquarium in Bashixia is very crowded during the typhoon season.

There is a tributary of the Yellow River in my blood system.

The Yellow River is too cold to permeate a lot of alcohol.

Floating at the bottom of the cup is my family tree.

Hey! Another glass of sorghum.

In my anger, there is Suiren, and in my tears, there is Dayu.

The drums of Zhuolu are in my ear.

Legend has it that grandpa shot down nine suns.

Having an uncle's name can scare Khan away.

Did you hear that? A bottle of sorghum, please

Qianjin Qiu hangs in Huang Hang's window.

When you lose a horse, all you have is arthritis.

There is no more weekend waiting for me in Ximending.

So a nest of martial arts novels hatched under the pillow.

Have a bottle of sorghum, bartender.

7. Fire bath

Eternal yearning for different elements

Hot and cold in different spaces.

I don't know whether to go up or down.

Rise like a phoenix in fire.

Or a transparent swan floating in the flow

The pure white image reflects the self.

A long neck and a full body are made up of arcs.

Have a desire to wash and burn.

Both are needed in the purification process.

Precipitation needs precipitation, and it's high.

Go into the water to put out the fire for birds, firebirds and waterfowl.

Which process should I choose?

There is a swan swimming in the ice sea in the west.

This is a cold zone, a superhuman climate.

That ice is lonely and frozen.

Silence is time, how complete the reflection is.

Once upon a time, every wild goose was a swan

The water waves are sparkling and unreal, as if they were really in the East.

There is a phoenix in the hot east.

What comes from the fire still has to go back to the fire.

Step by step, a fire danced in the flames.

A burning crow can't burn Feng Chu.

A feather of the sun rises forever, trembling.

A person clearing fire is a journey of a warrior.

Glorious reincarnation is the soul from element to element.

White peacock swan crane white fan

Time stood still, and there was a wise hermit in the middle.

An eternal flame that flows forever

Wash away the sins of warriors, the blood of warriors.

How should you choose your soul?

Choose cold in cold or hot in hot?

Choose the ice sea or the sun.

A neat soul is unclean.

Either ice bath or fire bath is complete.

The enviable completion and bathing in the fire.

Fire bath is more admirable and more difficult.

Fire is more transparent than water and deeper than fire.

Fire, the door of eternal life is arched by death

The challenge of arching an arc with death

Said the dead can't live without hugging.

It's a crow or a phoenix that decides instantly.

A moment of will □ fire.

Accept the death penalty of 1000 sticks

Shout calmly at the thousand words criticized.

I am not guilty! I am not guilty! I am not guilty! Burn your back

I still am. I still am.

Wake up my soul. What's wrong with waking up?

Make public seemed to smell the burning arm in the distance.

The hurricane of time roared my wings.

Hair, crying, bones, moaning, with your own blood.

Put up with flying to Feng Chu, your freshman.

Chaos yue:

My song is an eternal yearning.

My blood is boiling and I jump into the fire bath soul.

Listen to the song of fire in blue ink

Raise it more clearly and loudly after death.

8. The burial of stars

The light blue night overflows the window, and summer is too full.

The firefly's dream of a small palace lantern

Dream of Tang Palace and chasing little fans.

Dreaming of a star's funeral on another summer night

Dreaming of the extension and disappearance of a moment

And your sigh, my review and a moment of silence.

9. Wind chimes

My heart is a wind chime hanging under the eaves of seven floors.

Ding Ning.

One by one, knocking on a person's name

Do you feel a slight earthquake on the tower?

This is a silent pulse, which keeps going day and night.

Did you hear that? Knock, knock, knock.

This annoying tone cannot be banned.

Unless all the winds turn.

Take off the bell and knock down the tower.

Just because my heart is a high and low wind chime

Ding Ning.

Rise in succession

Knock on a person's name

10, "Screen account"

Midsummer night when I was a child.

Naive dreams are all cut with white gauze.

Luo Zhang's dome gently tilted down.

Pore of nebula □□

Looking up is a little hypnotic.

And dream catchers are always dense.

Cann't fly into a bloodthirsty assassin

-Nightcrawler is wearing a black shirt and a dagger.

I had to complain outside.

But I have to add moonlight and shadows.

A few timid insect calls

A wisp of Zen mosquito-repellent incense

Recruit people to sleep, meander to sleep-

open one's eyes

The crimson light is half a bed.

1 1, and send it to the painter.

They told me that this summer

You may have plans to travel far away.

To see Van Gogh or Xu Beihong.

With an easel and gray hair

He Haoxiao's Sichuan Mandarin

As soon as you left Taipei, my friend was empty.

Long streets and short lanes don't see you turn back

This is a rainy season that cannot be done.

Black umbrella all over the sky, yellow mud all over the ground.

Why can't we wait until the Mid-Autumn Festival?

You can't just take paddy fields in the south.

Those earth temples, those buffaloes

At dusk in summer,

There is always an egret and two egrets.

As if from your ink painting.

Remember something to fly.

12, the third quarter

The third season belongs to flute and clarinet.

Nabikuni always likes to be under the grape trellis.

Count her rosaries.

Purple whispers beat on my window.

Sun is a newsboy who gets up late.

Can't throw any gold news.

I can't put melancholy

Throw the remains of a hexapod like that.

Throw it over the wall.

When the wind is like a greedy wild child

Sweep your long hair, whose round neck are you looking for?

I want to board a Lanyi coach.

Go south, it's not over yet.

Chicago, 13

Okumo in the new world is at the forefront.

In the center of the dense net, small insects devour astronomical figures.

Digest it with its venom.

I jumped in, fell into the net-

One is subtropical.

Indigestible

Golden beetle

Civilized beasts, skyscrapers crush us.

With three-dimensional indifference, with sinister geometry

Press me, there are many zeros after the number.

Press me, press me, but keep pressing.

Floating in the gray eyes of strangers

Look west at the horizon.

Lost in the steel canyon, the sun sets early-

He is going to have a picnic in the South China Sea at dawn.

The baton in the bell tower provoked the prelude of dusk,

Vaguely, from Michigan, melancholy and sad.

Jazz came and the street lights turned on in clusters.

The color wind is rolling, and the crazy century is formed-

Sin is maturing, there are snakes and eve in the nightclub,

And the black cat barked and drowned God in the cup.

And the forbidden area of history, in front of the serious art museum,

Persians on the Great Wall are keeping vigil.

The blind lion is watching the vigil,

Wandering in the age of the threshold building, afraid to set foot,

High stone steps.

The nineteenth century woke up, the Renaissance woke up,

Delacroix woke up, Rodin woke up,

Many souls are sleepless, whispering and listening,

Listen-

Outside, the noise of the collapse of the twentieth century.

Yuantong Temple 14

Great, look at me in the mirror.

There is no reflection of daffodils.

I think the flowers are no longer sticky, but the light is flowing.

Bhikuni, if the bronze bell is buckled,

Listen to the years of falling moss.

A round skull on a disk.

The top of the tower is the Indian cloud, and the top of the tower is the mother.

Open the old gray box and look at my umbilical cord.

Everything related was once.

Mom is here, mom is not here.

Sakyamuni is here, but Sakyamuni is not here.

Sakyamuni always hides opposite the memorial tablet.

The Buddha was in the Tang Dynasty and the Buddha was in Dunhuang.

Novo sits under a Borneo tree.

Before the cradle and after the coffin.

The lion doesn't roar, the bell doesn't ring, and the Buddha doesn't speak.

The daughter cried at several hundred levels.

Tell me to go back to the rest of my life

15, Dinghu myth

He used Pangu's steel axe.

The handle chiseled from Kunlun Mountain.

Is the nickname of the old chief Xuanyuan nibbling away.

The one who shot through Chiyou.

Zhuolu, Zhuolu is from Oracle Bone Inscriptions.

Snowman was picked up on the roof of the world.

Peng's legacy when the Yellow River was diverted.

There are footprints of Kirin on the dry river bed.

Five hundred years have passed, and there are five hundred years left.

Phoenix can't fly out of jet clouds.

The dragon proved to be a reptile that looks at clouds.

Cousin, it is said that we are a Japanese tribe.

Chief with double eyes and colored eyebrows

A chief with a horse's mouth. Oviposition leader

Ask Peng Zu if you don't believe me.

Peng Zu can't read Cang Xie's manuscript.

Ask Lao Tzu to blink in the Tao Te Ching.

Begging Qiqi Qiqi to hide in the bomb shelter.

Refuse to be interviewed by reporters

This ancient porcelain should be donated to the British Museum.

Cousins went down the hill.

Sitting on the fossil and crying all evening.

Crying colorful stones into colorful meteor showers.

Cry all night, brothers

Cry Pangu's eyes into an eclipse

Put your head on the Shan Hai Jing.

Put her head in Ray Zu Er's mother's arms.

The daydream that lasted for 5 thousand years was under the rule of Sirius.

I dreamed that the hero's ashes were rekindled underground.

Set foot on the ranks of local slaves

16, playing Li Bai

You are the reason why the Yellow River water flows out of heaven.

Yinshan east

Longmenkai

Now it comes from your sentence.

Surging laughter

Wan walked into the sea.

The great waterfall that sensationalized Kuanglu.

create/beget/fabricate (sth) out of nothing

Not stop.

The Yellow River has become a point of no return in the west.

Besides, it has been silent for five thousand years.

You have been busy enough for the Yellow River.

Give the great river to Sue's hometown brother.

World dichotomy

All belong to Shu people.

You are in Longmen.

He led Chibi.

17, Enchanting Piccolo

Come back, mother, the east can't stay long,

The tropical ocean where typhoons were born,

The air pressure in the North Pacific is very low in July.

Come back, mom, the south won't stay long,

One-way street of the sun train

In July, the equator moxibustion pedestrians' feet.

Come back, mother, the north can't stay long,

The white kingdom of reindeer,

There is no rest night in July, only day.

Come back, mom, you can't stay in a foreign country for long.

The little urn dream in front of the French window,

Use the little plants you planted yourself.

Come back, mom, and protect your town after the fire.

Spring is coming, and I will tread the wet and cold Qingming road.

Bury you in a small grave in your hometown.

Bury you in Jiangnan, a small town in Jiangnan.

The weeping willows hang down to your grave,

When spring comes, you must dream of a girl.

Dream of your mother.

Mother, on the Qingming road, my footprints will be deep,

Willow hair dripping with rain, mother, dripping with my memories,

Come back, mother, and protect this empty city.

18, dusk

If dusk is a passport to loneliness

The west gate is closed to sunset.

Get on the horse in a hurry. Why?

I didn't come in, I just went out?

I was ambushed when I went through the customs.

The sunset glow turned into a black flag.

Looking back, the west gate was closed.

-I want to ask the side pawn on the butterfly several times.

I saw bats flapping their wings up and down.

Oh, an empty city.

19, the night is like a net

Do you know how fuzzy the night is?

After a fishing fire, a fishing fire came from the sea?

From land? Street lamps one after another?

From the wind? Bird after bird?

The vast skynet is sparse and not leaking.

The hand that casts a net is made out of nothing.

Do you know how to put it and how to collect it?

Look at the diagonal line of Pinus massoniana under the slope

A furry, backlit posture

More and more ambiguous, but also more and more hazy.

A long window facing the sea

Just about to say dusk is coming.

Sudden discoloration

Say, night is coming.

Say, there is nothing missing in the gray skynet.

Fine holes and dense holes are converging.

No matter which peninsula you are on at the end of the world.

What building is the corner?

20. Wind chimes

My heart is a wind chime hanging under the eaves of seven floors.

Ding Ning.

One by one, knocking on a person's name

Do you feel a slight earthquake on the tower?

This is a silent pulse, which keeps going day and night.

Did you hear that? Knock, knock, knock.

This annoying tone cannot be banned.

Unless all the winds turn.

Take off the bell and knock down the tower.

Just because my heart is a high and low wind chime

Ding Ning.

Rise in succession

Knock on a person's name