The content of Wang Guozhen s poetry collection, Wang Guozhen s poetry collection

In the past 20 years, Wang Guozhen's poetry collection has been selling well, pirated continuously, and forming a unique "Wang Guozhen phenomenon", which can be described as a cultural miracle in the Chinese poetry circle and even the Chinese publishing industry. The following collection of Wang Guozhen's poems is for you to enjoy.

He grew up. Got acquainted with one.

Girls who like paper stacking boats.

That girl loves the sea.

Loved the golden sandy beaches of the coast.

Loved walking on the beach at dusk.

Someday. The girl strolls.

Walked into the door of his house.

In the evening, his mother asked him.

Isn't there a girl who has been here?

He said. No, no.

Mom smiled. Ask who folded the paper boat.

How I can thank you.

When I walk towards you.

I wanted to harvest a spring breeze.

But you gave me the whole spring.

How I can thank you.

When I walk towards you.

I wanted to pick up a wave of spray.

But you gave me the whole ocean.

How I can thank you.

When I walk towards you.

I wanted to pick up a red leaf.

But you gave me the whole maple grove.

How I can thank you.

When I walk towards you.

I wanted to kiss a snowflake.

But you gave me the silver world.

Don't stand up. so that it will not fall.

Not to mention. We're going to wander the world.

The fall is a memorial.

Remembrance is a warm flower.

Look for what the sun, moon and stars are.

What are the spring, autumn, winter and summer of the trek.

That's how we joined hands.

Let's go, let's go. You say, when you see the sea.

You'll laugh comfortably.

Yes, yes, yes. Our laughter can hold the clouds.

But I don't know.

When we want to laugh.

Will. But he burst into tears.

The sea breeze pushed open the windows.

Moonlight crept into the house.

Approaching the window. You're looking at you.

Why. Pick up the crystal tears.

It's the world that's too small.

Can't hold your bitterness.

It's too big for the world.

I can't find your way.

The tide tirelessly laps on the embankment.

Far away, an island that has gone through vicissitudes.

will say to you. Adversity, not pain.

Good times are not happiness.

Walk towards the silvery sandy beach.

Let your thoughts wander through the night.

Throw all your thoughts to the sea.

To confide. You just talk passionately.

If we hadn't met.

Maybe the mind will never be heavy.

If you really miss it.

I'm afraid that life will not be easy.

A look. It's enough to send the sea of hearts through a hurricane.

On barren land.

Deeper understanding of the landscape.

A long journey. It is enough to haggard a weak heart.

Every glance at the autumn water.

I can't wait for tears to flow.

How can death not be taken calmly.

How can love be indifferent?

As long as you love each other once.

It is a life without regrets.

Don't give me too much affection.

Let me give you back what I will take.

The debt of affection is the heaviest.

I can't repay it, how can I forget.

It's enough to give me a smile.

Like a glass of wine, like a soft breeze.

This is the most moving manifesto.

It's like spring, warm and elegant.

Perhaps, there will never be that day.

The future is as bright as the morning glow.

Perhaps, there will never be that day.

Success shines like a lamp.

Perhaps, it can only be so.

Climb but can't reach the peak.

Perhaps, it can only be so.

The rushing stream can't make waves.

Perhaps, we can give it to you.

There is only one. A heart that has experienced the vicissitudes of life.

And a face full of weather.

Chapter 4] Crossing oneself.

We can deceive others.

But they can't deceive themselves.

As we head towards leafy May.

Youth is no longer a mystery.

The way up. It's always bumpy and rugged.

To keep the original romance forever.

It's not easy.

Someone is sad. Someone rejoices.

When we crossed a high mountain.

It also crossed over a real self.

I'm in the eye.

Read you. You come from the word.

Figured me out. Subtlety is a character.

Boldness is a virtue.

Don't say it to me. Only the eyes are.

A true refraction of the mind.

If there is no language.

We are in solitude.

The harvest can only be silenced ......

Back. It's always simple.

Simple. It's a kind of landscape.

Back. Always young.

Young. It's a kind of clarity.

Back. Always very reserved.

Reserved. It's a charm.

Back. It's always lonely.

Alone. It's more memorable.

I do not know. Whether I still love you.

If loved. Why is there such a separation?

I do not know. Whether it has long ceased to love you.

If you don't love. Why memories don't go with time.

Flow. Think back to your smile.

My heart fluctuates.

Hate everything. It's all a thing of the past.

Only the night of the whirlwind.

It's as beautiful as ever.

I don't think I'll be able to make it.

Since you have chosen the distance.

Just take care of the wind and rain.

I don't think about whether I can win love.

Since I love roses.

and be brave enough to confide in sincerity.

I don't think about whether there will be cold wind and rain behind me.

Since the goal is horizon.

All that is left to the world is the back.

I don't think about whether the future will be flat or muddy.

Just love life.

Everything is expected.

Don't be detached because of a failure, every successful person has a hard time behind it.

You see, even if it is as brilliant as the sun, sometimes it is obscured by clouds.

Your talent won't be buried forever, unless you want to bury your future.

You have to learn to wait and arrange dates as yourself, success actually doesn't take much alcohol.

If you want to be a hero, you might as well be a bear first, I'm afraid that I'm afraid that I'm indifferent to anything.

There is no bridge over the river and you can wait for it to freeze, and after a long dark night, it will be dawn.

I don't think I'll be able to make it.

Since you have chosen the distance.

Just take care of the wind and rain.

I don't think about whether I can win love.

Since I love roses.

and be brave enough to confide in sincerity.

I don't think about whether there will be cold wind and rain behind me.

Since the goal is horizon.

All that is left to the world is the back.

I don't think about whether the future will be flat or muddy.

Just love life.

Everything is expected.

Have a goal for the future.

It always makes us happy.

Like a gray moth flying towards the firelight.

Willing to be a captive of the flames.

It's your non-stop pace that swings.

Flying is your beautiful tassel.

In the days of deep love.

Who can tell.

What is sweet What is bitter.

I only know that if I am sure, I will not look back.

If you want to lose, you will lose to the pursuit.

If you want to marry, marry happiness.

I do not know. Whether I still love you.

If loved. Why is there such a separation?

I do not know. Whether it has long ceased to love you.

If you don't love. Why memories don't go with time.

Flow. Think back to your smile.

My heart fluctuates.

Hate everything. It's all a thing of the past.

Only the night of the whirlwind.

It's as beautiful as ever.

I wanted to travel this way.

You can forget your beautiful eyes.

can be cut. The slightest wisp of affection.

and the sorrow that the autumn wind can't blow.

Who ever thought that it would come to an end.

The mountains and rivers are still the same. Love is still there.

Your figure. Just behind and then in front.

I do not know. Whether I still love you.

If loved. Why is there such a separation?

I do not know. Whether it has long ceased to love you.

If you don't love. Why memories don't go with time.

Flow. Think back to your smile.

My heart fluctuates.

Hate everything. It's all a thing of the past.

Only the night of the whirlwind.

It's as beautiful as ever.

I'm in the eye.

Read you. You come from the word.

Figured me out. Subtlety is a character.

Boldness is a virtue.

Don't say it to me. Only the eyes are.

A true refraction of the mind.

If there is no language.

We are in solitude.

The harvest can only be the silent ...... of the dust

I wanted to travel this way.

You can forget your beautiful eyes.

can be cut. The slightest wisp of affection.

and the sorrow that the autumn wind can't blow.

Who would have thought of the head.

The mountains and rivers are still the same. Love is still there.

Your figure. Just behind and then in front.

Suppose you're not happy enough.

Don't frown deeply, either.

Life is short.

Why cultivate bitterness.

Open dusty doors and windows.

Let the sun and rain shine around every corner.

Towards the wilderness of life.

Let the wind iron out your forehead.

Broadness can dilute sorrow.

Dark colors are able to override light colors.

You are always with a lot.

The most beautiful yearning is connected.

Together. Just like us during the day.

and the dream self.

What a beauty this should be.

On an early morning when the sun is shining.

Wander on the breezy sand.

Listen to the azure breath of the ocean.

Facing the sea. Facing countless centuries that have passed.

Unconsciously around the mind.

It collapsed with a bang.

Melancholy walls made of walls.

Love, don't be a prisoner.

Not for your comfort.

It inhibits the freedom of others.

It's always best to get a hole in the hole.

If it's too much, how can you take it.

Less is sorrow and more is worry.

The river flows in autumn.

A faint mist. Faint rain.

Faint clouds swim leisurely.

"Whether".Have you forgotten me?

Otherwise, why would there be no news?

Live far apart from each other. Have you treasured me?

Why else? A smile always adorns my dreams.

Leave behind beautiful fantasies.

"Whether".We are destined.

It's just the source of the tail.

It's hard to see each other. "Whether".

We didn't have a chance. The years have left me'It will be.

Sorrow lingers and breaks the liver and intestines.

"Self-Love".You have no reason to be upset.

For you to be autumn.

Panic. You have no reason to be arrogant.

For you to be spring.

Put your head up. Autumn colors are not as beautiful as spring.

Spring is no stronger than autumn colors.

"Thoughts - Oil Painting".Just a gesture of silence.

It's enough to fascinate the world.

And not just because it's a holy statue.

And not just because it's quiet.

And because it's a side show.

Also because it's an inspiration.

Also because she takes the image of a modern person.

Tell us. — Contemplation is a beauty.