Authors of this issue: Wang Jinbox, Li Wei, Zheng Keer Whose works are better
I love summer
King Gold Chest
I love summer,
I kudos to the summer.
I love the storms of summer,
I love the thunder and lightning of summer.
Without the passion of summer burning,
There is no prosperous and warm world.
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I love summer,
In summer, there are a hundred flowers in full bloom.
In summer, there are cicadas whining and frogs chirping,
In the summer, there is a lot of greenery.
There is no high temperature and humidity of summer,
There is no earth full of life.
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I love summer,
I'm in a fierce battle with the dogs.
I insist on outdoor activities,
I sweat all day.
Summer is like a sharp sword,
It can cut off the damp evil virus.
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I love summer,
I will not complain about drought or flood.
The cycle of the four seasons is the rule of heaven,
Cold, hot, cold and summer are all fate.
Happy summer,
Welcome the golden autumn fruit garden!
Nostalgia for life in a small town
Text/Wang Jinbox
prosperous China,
The mountains and rivers are unharmed.
The people of the small town live a peaceful life,
Comfortable and peaceful.
Summer Town,
The sky is just bright,
And the people went out of their homes,
To parks, squares.
Dancing, tai chi,
walking, singing;
Breathe fresh air,
Enjoy the coolness of the morning breeze.
When the sun rises,
Some go home for breakfast,
Some go to the snack bar to taste it,
Steamed buns, fried dough sticks, baked cakes,
Raji, dumplings, spicy ,......
The whole nine yards
Good quality, cheap and diverse.
After dinner, go your separate ways,
Embark on the battlefield of dreams.
What a pleasant life,
What a heartwarming sight.
This is the reality of China,
This is the well-off in the new era.
Despite the constant fire of the world,
Despite the drought and flood disasters.
But the motherland is still making steady progress,
Life is business as usual.
We are happy, proud,
We sang loudly.
Singing the Motherland and Singing the Party,
Ambition and pride.
We will never forget our original intention,
Stride forward on the road of revival and dream!
Pu'an black tea is fragrant and fragrant
Author: Li Wei
At the foot of Wumeng Mountain, the ancient tea horse road
It's my picturesque hometown
The high mountain clouds produce good tea
Rain mist nourishes young leaf buds
The color is golden and fragrant
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Drink a pot of thousand-year-old four-ball ancient tree tea
The heart of the Buddha is like a taste of Zen tea
Taste the ups and downs of the world
I will never forget the heartwarming words of Aunt Bouyi
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Ancient tea holy land Yelang culture
I can't drink enough Pu'an black tea
The earliest spring tea in the country
Only this green and verdant
Mellow and sweet fragrance wafts through thousands of homes
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Play a guqin and listen to a pipa
Fall off the bustling dance light veil
Huairou travels all over the world
I often remember the thoughtful words of the Miao Abba
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Pu'an black tea is fragrant
Accompany me every spring, autumn, winter and summer
Pu'an black tea is fragrant
It's my nostalgia forever
Summer Sun
Text/Zheng Keer (Xiaogan, Hubei)
Beautiful among the verdants,
Time, in the haze and brightness of memory,
Simple and beautiful in the time of life.
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The years are in the blossoming and falling of flowers,
also cut down the trivial and simple life,
Gently walk through the beauty of the seasons,
With the fragrance of flowers,
Feel the scenery of life.
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In the dance of bees and butterflies in the middle of summer,
With the years slowly moving forward,
Settle on the beauty of the branches swaying in the wind.
Time
It's a pillow of dreams in the summer breeze,
Midsummer year,
Everything seems so intense.
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The scorching sun
Shining on the luxuriant trees,
Shadowy light,
pouring down from the gaps in the leaves,
Mottled scattered all over the place.
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The shade of the green trees is full of light and shadow,
Each leaf exudes coolness;
Cicadas chirp melodiously,
A sound shatters the dullness and impetuousness of summer.
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Occasional breeze,
It makes people feel like they are in the mountains and forests,
Eyes full of verdant and refreshing,
Crape myrtle flowers on the side of the road,
Open in the warm sun.
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Layers of wrinkled petals,
Delicate and soft, like beautiful velvet flowers,
Don't be on the branches of summer,
In the middle of the petals,
Hiding pale yellow stamens,
It seems to be unsmeared gouache, hazy and charming.
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Flowers blow and shake, flower shadows move,
Flowers,
Swaying in the summer breeze,
Looking from afar,
Like a pink cloud in the sky,
A little bit of a splendid dark fragrance floats
Diffuse the time when the flowers bloomed in the summer......
Nostalgia
Text/Zheng Keer (Xiaogan, Hubei)
My homesickness,
It is the mountain flower of the hometown,
From spring to summer,
From summer to autumn.
My homesickness,
It was snuggled on my grandmother's shoulder when I was a child,
Count the stars in the sky.
The little river in front of my hometown,
Slowly flowing through the mouth of the small village,
Flowing out of the tactful voice,
And that ancient well,
Nourishing the dreams of the folks,
Never stay,
It's the colorful clouds of my hometown,
It lit up my eyes.
Ah, I use the years to make poetry,
Ah, I make wine from the years,
Homesickness is every bite of coarse tea and light rice in the hometown,
It's made me reminisce for a long, long time,
Homesickness is when I am in a foreign land,
Not far away,
There is the warmth of the hometown waiting.
(First original work)
Remembering youth
Text/Zheng Keer (Xiaogan, Hubei)
Look up to the top of the mountain
Noble feelings
Look at the passing of the flowing water
The meaning is long
Looking for a bosom friend, the iron shoes are broken
The love room is hot
Reminiscing about those days
Toshio Yasujo
Study hard
Knee classmates
Moral and intellectual body
Qi development
Tree ambition
Elevation
Moisten the fertile soil, sunshine and rain
Successors thrive
A perplexity
Dream into sorghum
Pack your bags and leave your hometown
Don't go to the mountains and go to the countryside
reeducation
Be a farmer
Train your muscles and bones
Sweat dripping
Calloused hands and dark complexion
The body is strong, the heart is red, and there are ideals
Swinging spring breeze
Hearts bloom
Re-decapitation
into the classroom
Hungry for knowledge
Forget to sleep and eat to chase time
Don't slack off
不彷徨
Be diligent
into pillars
On all fronts of the Motherland
The name of the educated youth is the brightest
Youth dedicated to the party
Injuries and illnesses are left behind
Never complain or complain
Remember the original intention and never forget
It's a rarity now
The sunset of life
The spring silkworm is not finished
The wax torch is still hot when it turns to ashes
Fortunately, there is a group of classmates
Gather and talk heartily
This glass of pure love wine from the same classmate
It doesn't matter if you get drunk
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