How much do you know about the flowers falling in your dreams, is it a poem?

How much do you know about the flowers in your dreams - Sanmao.

I remember being young.

You love to talk. I love to laugh.

Once sat side by side under a peach tree.

The wind is in the woods, and the birds are chirping.

We somehow fell asleep.

No. It should be the lyrics written by Sanmao.

Collected in the book.

What are you doing on a rainy night! You can just put the whole book on it!

That was written by Guo Jingming, whom I admire the most**. 300,000 copies sold.

Of course, it also brought a lot of trouble to Xiao Si (the fourth dimension Guo Jingming). Because that book was accused of plagiarism. This is a trumped-up sin!

Of course, there are"Sanmao"At.

It's a **.

Written by Guo Jingming.

Little Four's **

The front is hilarious, the back is poignant, and it's well worth reading.

A work of Xiao Si, I heard that it is very mixed in the back.

Little four's ** is good-looking!

The author who knows how much the flowers fall in the dream is Lu Qian.

The name of the poem is "Ability", also known as "How Many Flowers Fall in Dreams".

The full line of the poem is: Remember when Rong was young, I love to talk and you love to laugh.

Once sat side by side under the peach tree, the wind was in the woodtops and the birds were calling.

We don't know how to fall asleep, and we know how many flowers fall in our dreams.

This poem was actually written by Lu Qian, from "Ability", but Sanmao and Guo Jingming both quoted it, so it was misunderstood that they wrote it The content of the poem is: I remember when I was young, you loved to talk and I loved to laugh. Once sat side by side under a peach tree, the wind was in the treetops and the birds were chirping.

I don't know how much I fell asleep, and I knew how many flowers fell in my dreams.

In the dream, the flowers fall and know more and less poems:

I remember when zhi was young, you loved to talk and I loved to laugh.

Once, he sat side by side under the peach tree, the wind was in the treetops, and the birds were chirping.

I don't know how to fall asleep, this poem was written by Lu Qian, from "Ability". It has been quoted by Sanmao and Guo Jingming.

It's all wrong ... This poem is Lu Qian, and was quoted by Sanmao He Guo Jingming.

Is it Sanmao's?

I remember when I was young, you loved to talk and I loved to laugh.

Once sat side by side under a peach tree, the wind was in the treetops and the birds were chirping.

Somehow fell asleep,

Guo Jingming's "How Much Do You Know About the Flowers in Your Dreams".

I remember when I was young, you loved to talk and I loved to laugh.

Once sat side by side under a peach tree, the wind was in the treetops and the birds were chirping.

Somehow fell asleep,

How much do you know about the flowers rolling in your dreams, from Sanmao's "How Much Do You Know About the Flowers in Your Dreams". It's modern poetry.

"How Much Do You Know About the Flowers in Your Dreams" is Sanmao's work, which mainly records Sanmao's grief after the death of Jose Banquet and the process of slowly getting out of the haze. The whole book is filled with a sad atmosphere, which is a major representative of Sanmao's later style.

How much do you know about the flowers in the dream, from Sanmao's "How Much Do You Know About the Flowers in the Dream". It's modern poetry.

"How Much Do You Know About the Flowers in Your Dreams" is Sanmao's work, which mainly records Sanmao's grief after Jose's death and the process of slowly coming out of the haze. The whole book is filled with a sad atmosphere, which is a major representative of Sanmao's later style.

A song. A bed.

A dream. Through the hazy moonlight.

Leaning lightly against the window to hide the lattice.

An old friend who came as promised.

Dragging the end of Yume's long hair.

A smile flashed.

It's not time to beckon.

She had disappeared at the end of the night.

A flower pot. A handful of soil.

A round of hope. I sprinkled my dreams into the night sky.

Awaken the sleeping stars.

and the snoring of the bright moon.

And then. Put your hands together.

Close your eyes. Place the tears in the pot.

Slowly. Hope sprouts under the moonlight.

Breaking through the ground with new strength.

I chanted the mantra.

Let the night turn into branches.

Let the stars turn into green leaves.

There is also the bright moon who is reluctant to give up.

The shame bloomed into a flower.

I marveled at the masterpiece of dreams.

A dream. A tear.

A wave of affection. Loved, hated, ......

Hurt and hurt ......

They have been dried over the years.

Watch the flowers bloom and fall.

Listen to the footsteps of the seasons.

Dreams in the classroom.

With the fervent call of the children.

Under the care of my heart.

A little bit of piecing together the dream of the future.

Until one day.

The green silk dance is back in the sun.

"Teacher, we love you!" ”

With my pounding heartbeat.

It echoed under the red flag for a long time......

Zao Shishen: That is.

The dream flower that I cultivated with tears.

With the best wishes of my life.

Happy growth, flowering, fruiting ......