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Yu Luosheng 1) Love.

There is a lock for the future.

Memory has a lock.

Her image has been earned.

Clear. Convergence into a river.

Single-minded love converges into a river.

Yes. It is a river of glorious rebirth!

Picturesque romance.

Yes. of spring.

Paved woods.

Red thoughts piled up in his eyes.

The former --- poetic love.

It's the heartstrings of excitement.

Maybe the beautiful fairy in the forest.

I have read the wish that shines in my heart!

2) Chrysanthemum God.

Moonlight through the clouds.

Sprinkled on the chrysanthemums in a garden.

Thinking about the mysterious power of the universe.

It can turn back the clock.

Back to ---

One night recorded.

Abundant chrysanthemums.

The same moonshine.

Burning incense, praying, there was a woman.

The eyebrows are like goose daisies, pious, looking up at ---

Yes! People are brighter than the moon.

The fragrance of the moon is far away.

My imagination is like that of a mermaid.

At the edge of the sea of stars.

iii) The rebirth of water.

Just when it melted from the glacier.

I want to be free.

Although he is the son of the mountain.

But they ran to the sea, because the sea was

The immortality of water flows happily!

The heavens can't see the source of its loneliness.

Regardless of tomorrow's hope.

Or the howling sea breeze.

Today's waves.

All galloping with joy.

Show off what it has.

4) Farewell.

My heart aches a little when you're going to be far away.

I didn't expect the farewell to be a rainy sky.

We are all on a bleak future.

Also be prepared to spend it.

I'll write to you ......

Won't ask you on the way.

There was no thunder in the sky.

There is no wind blowing around you;

Just ask you about the journey.

There is no umbrella in hand.

Is there a rainbow ...... in the sky?

To the Oak Tree, I would like it to be a rapids.

Poetry recitation is a kind of literary genre, the form is very diverse, poetry can not only chant but also recit. When reciting poetry, you must bring a wealth of personal feelings, and I will sort out the short lyricism of poetry recitation for you.

I sat in the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, looking at the snow-capped mountains in the distance, the northeast and the south, thousands of miles apart.

I looked, I looked, but I couldn't jump out of this willow, I couldn't jump out of this smoke and rain, I couldn't jump out of this crowd, I couldn't go, I couldn't get to you.

Changbai, how I longed to be close to you, just because that man had been waiting in this group of mountains for ten years, I wanted to be closer, but I found that everything was so helpless.

The sorrow of August is deep and boundless.

The soul is burdened with earthly confusion.

Wander the ancient Silk Road.

Witness the jujube on the desert where all things die.

The weeds are ......

Walking in the desert is time away from death.

It's close, it's close.

My poetic heart overflowed, flowing into ...... sea

I return the nearness of death to the desert.

One is called despair.

One is called melancholy.

My poetic heart overflowed, flowing into ...... sea

Time can only be condensed in the desert.

The weeds are ......

Dying. Populus euphratica stands proudly in the desert.

Dead branches torn by the north wind.

In a posture that does not fall down for a thousand years.

Witness the traces of erosion over time.

The day is over! Everything is in fear.

Fell into a deep silence.

The trajectory of time goes into the poem.

Wildflowers that turn into singing.

The red dust eroded by the years.

Sink in my poetic heart.

Pile into mulberry fields. Burdened with a sad soul.

Trekking through the desert ...... alone

A white cloud.

Led by the song drifting in the wind.

Soft and soft. The lines are murmuring.

It's so quiet that you can hear it.

I hear it, and the heartbeat is in accompaniment.

This song is so light and light.

It's quiet, it's quiet. This song is so far, far away.

It's close, it's close.

rippling with ups and downs.

The melody is a constant lack of theme.

Swaying out of the watery stool.

How I wanted to. Pluck the floating clouds.

Wandering clouds.

Quietly gone.

It was like a dream.

It also drifted away with the wind.

The heartbeat of the accompaniment.

It still reverberates in its original place.

How I want to pluck that cloud.

Forever shrouded in this plane.

Hold on to the soul.