Gu Cheng s two word name poems, the more the better, and the good ones will be given an extra 5

Bubble, Rain, Feeling, Arc, Alley, Avoidance, Case, Blink, Early Summer, Mountain Shadow, End, After the Rain, Snowman, Comfort, Poetry, Confidence.

A generation of night gave me black eyes, but I used them to find light.

Fantasia of Life (Gu Cheng).

Take my visions and dreams.

Put it in a long, narrow shell.

A canopy made of willow branches.

It also swirls around the long song of summer cicadas.

Tighten the mast. The wind blows the sails of the morning mist.

I set sail. There is no purpose.

Ripple in the blue sky.

Let the sunshine of the waterfall.

Wash my **.

The sun is my slender man.

It pulls me along. Rope with a strong light.

Step by step, the 12-hour journey was completed.

I was pushed by the wind.

To the east and to the west. The sun disappeared into the twilight.

The night is coming. I sailed into the harbor of the Milky Way.

Thousands of stars are looking at me.

I left it behind. Anchor of the crescent moon.

The sky is twilight, and the ocean is full of cloudy icebergs.

Hit the "boom" thunder and lightning.

I'll go there.

The universe is so boundless.

with golden wheat straw.

Woven into a cradle. Take my inspiration and heart.

Put it inside. Buttoned wheels.

Let the time drag.

Go and greet the world.

The wheels rolled over. Thyme and chrysanthemum in the grass.

Crickets welcome me.

Shaking the strings.

I put my hope into the scent of flowers.

The night is like a valley.

The day is like a peak.

Go to sleep! Close your eyes.

The world has nothing to do with me.

Time for horses. Tired of the yellow-tailed peacebird.

Make a nest in my car.

I still have to walk the world on foot

Deserts, forests and remote corners.

The sun bakes the earth.

Like baking a loaf of bread.

I walked. Barefoot.

I put my footprints.

Like a stamp, it is printed all over the earth.

The world melts in.

My life. I'm going to sing a human song.

Thousands of years later. Resonate in the universe.

There are ten songs in total, and Gu Cheng has more of them, because he writes them all relatively short, so you can see for yourself whether it is suitable or not:

Mistake. Zheng Chouyu.

I hit Jiangnan and walked through.

The face in the season is like the blossoming and falling of the lotus flower and the locust mountain.

The east wind does not come, and the catkins in March do not fly.

Your heart is like a little lonely city.

Just like the bluestone street is late.

The sound of trampling is not loud, and the spring curtain in March is not revealed.

Your heart is a little window closed.

My Dada's hooves are beautiful mistakes.

I am not a returner, but a passerby.

Broken Chapter - Bian Zhilin.

You stand on the bridge and look at the view, and the people watching the view are looking at you from upstairs.

The bright moon decorates your windows, and you decorate other people's dreams.

generation. Gu cheng.

The night gave me black eyes.

But I use it to find light. Other. Gu cheng.

In the spring, I waved my handkerchief, did I let me go away, or did I return immediately?

No, it's nothing, it's nothing, it's like a falling flower in water, like the dew on a flower......Only the shadow understands, only the wind can understand, only the colorful butterflies that sigh and startle are still flying in the heart......Far and near. Gu cheng.

You, look at me for a while, look at the clouds for a while.

I feel that when you look at me, you are far away, and when you look at the clouds, you are close.

I love this land.

Ai Qing. If I were a bird, I should also sing with a hoarse throat:

This storm-stricken land, this river of grief that forever rags with us, this angry wind that blows endlessly, and the ...... of the dawn that comes from the woods

Then I died, and even my feathers rotted in the ground.

Why do I always have tears in my eyes?

Because I love this land so much......

Weight. Han Han.

She put the bloody head on the balance of life, so that all the survivors were lost.

Weight. Shayanara lead stove.

Xu Weiqing Shima.

The most is the gentleness of the bowed head, like the shyness of a water lotus flower that is not better than the cool breeze, a cherish, a cherish, a cherish, and a sweet sorrow in that cherish

Shayanara! By chance.

Xu Zhimo. I am a cloud in the sky, projected by chance in the heart of your waves.

You don't need to be surprised, let alone rejoice, to be wiped out in an instant.

You and I meet on the sea of night, you have yours, I have mine, direction;

It's better for you to remember, it's better for you to forget, the lights that shine on each other at this rendezvous!

Alley. Gu cheng.

Alley. It's curved and long.

There are no doors. There are no windows.

I'll take an old key.

Knocking on a thick wall.

Arc. Gu cheng.

Birds in the wind.

Turn quickly. The boy went to pick it up.

One cent. Grapevines due to fantasy.

And the extended filaments.

The waves retreated.

And the towering back.

1, "Far and Near" 1, "Far and Near".

Modern Gucheng.

You, look at me for a while, look at the clouds for a while.

I feel that when you look at me, you are far away, and when you look at the clouds, you are close.

2, "Accidental".

Hyundai Xu Zhimo.

I am a cloud in the sky, projected by chance in the heart of your waves.

You don't need to be surprised, let alone rejoice, in an instant, your pants are gone.

You and I meet on the sea in the dark night, you have your bend, I have mine, direction;

It's better for you to remember, it's better for you to forget, the lights that shine on each other at this rendezvous!

3. "Error".

Hyundai Zheng Chouyu.

I hit the south of the Yangtze River and walked through, and the face in the season is like the blossoming of a lotus.

The east wind does not come, and the catkins in March do not fly.

Your heart is like a little lonely city.

Just like the bluestone street to the evening, the sound of trampling is not loud, and the spring curtain of March is not revealed. Your heart is a little window closed.

My Dada's hooves are beautiful mistakes.

I am not a returner, but a passerby.

4, "Alley".

Modern Gucheng.

The alleys, crooked and long.

No doors, no windows.

I took an old key and knocked on the thick wall.

5. "Weight".

Hyundai Han Han.

She put the bloody head on the scales of life, so that all the survivors lost their weight.

6, "Arc".

Modern Gucheng.

The birds were in the wind, and they turned quickly.

The boy went to pick it up, a penny.

The vine is a tentacle that extends because of fantasy.

The back of the waves rises as they retreat.