"Nature"

The face is full of oil and light to drive BMW, and his heart is like no other man in the world.

The island of Qiongzhou is full of natural sounds, but it laughs at the mediocrity with natural sounds.

"Sounds of Heaven (2)"

Don't envy your neighbor's Weng and don't envy the car, and your neighbor Weng laughs at Ruma's fat and luxurious.

A hundred volumes of Xi Xiandian at the head of the bed, I write a song all the way.

"Title: Tsinghua Garden"

The old trees are towering and the slopes are passing, and the green grass surrounds the rain and contains the mountains.

Strange flowers are more strange men and women, and the beauty of Europe is like Korea.

"Beijing Master Song Leaves After Cooking at the Party"

Treat the face as if you were yourself, and don't accept half a cigarette in Tsing Yi.

The kitchen queen will be returned, and the newcomer sighs every time.

"Parents in the Mountains"

Only when I arrived in Jinghua I walked there, and the 5,000-mile road was separated by water.

The parents in the mountains have money to grind, and it is strange to have three years of cheap labor.

"Reading the Last 100 Days of Remembering Nan Huaijin" Zhongchuan Dialect Poetry Memories of the Qinyuan Spring Written by Xie Ji, a Female Bachelor in Sichuan Dialect

Reading books and recalling the previous years, Ah Meichuan's poems are very strange.

changed the words of Qinyuan Spring, and said that he was tired of youth.

(Juvenile fatigue: before the college entrance examination)

"Enlightenment"

Because of inequality, we shout to be equal, and if we are unfair, we shout to be fair, if we all shout like eating?

"Nature"

Once upon a time, in a dark corner of the rainforest lived a little yellow warbler and his ants, sparrows, snails, lizards, and equally small companions.

Every day they were ravaged and despised by zebras and elephants and wolves, and the zebras laughed at them and said, "You don't look at how small you are, not as small as my fingers, and see what you all know? Walk, especially you snail, even if you keep walking for 10,000 years, you can't keep up with my leisurely running for a day."

Even if they have endured such blows all year round, the little animals are not discouraged, because there are little yellow warblers singing for them, and they have heard that the most beautiful and moving voice is called the heavenly sound, and the heavenly sound lives in the royal palace of the king of beasts, and sings every day for the princes and ministers, and the heavenly sound is the most honorable, moving and beautiful singing voice.

They unanimously agreed that the little yellow warbler was the natural sound of their small animals, and the little yellow warbler accepted this most honorable title without feeling a trace of shame, or sang for them as always, from morning to night, not repeated, so day after day singing, it reached the ears of the wolf, and the wolf added oil and vinegar to the king of beasts, the lion, and said: There is also a natural sound in the forest, which is said to be better than the king's natural sound, and the king said: Is this really the case? Call him to me to listen, the old peacock is old and sings the same tune every day, this king is tired of listening to it. Quick, go and announce him into the palace. Sing well, reward all the lizards and sparrows around him to make your food. Just go......

The wolf took the decree to the corner where the little yellow warbler lived, and read it out, and his companions were happy for him. The wolf said he didn't have to come back. The little yellow warbler gave his nest to the sparrow, and went to the palace with the wolf alone.

When he came to the palace, the king asked, "Are you the sound of heaven?" You dare to call it a voice at such a young age, and the little yellow warbler fell to the ground with a plop and knelt on the ground and replied, "Your Majesty... Your Majesty, how dare the grass people, it's just a bunch of unemployed hooligans who call me that, and I have never admitted that I am a natural sound!

Okay, don't say anything, you sing a song and I'll listen to see if it's really natural, and then prepare to eat you for the crime of bullying the king.

The little yellow warbler sang as she spoke, and her singing voice was tactful and desolate, like a cool breeze soaking her heart and spleen. The wolf pondered: Why haven't I seen him sing this song before?

At the end of the song, the king and the ministers clapped their hands and said: It is really worthy of heaven. From now on you will remain in the palace and make you a true celestial. The little yellow warbler hurriedly knelt down as if crying, and thanked the lord three times with slogans, and the wolf hurriedly went over to help him up.

In this way, the little yellow warbler lived in the palace and never returned to the dark corner where he was given the title, and he did not know that the wolf had eaten all the small animals that could be eaten after obtaining the king's permission, and that he had never been driven out of the forest with disdain for food, and that he had become close to the daughter of the peacock in order to consolidate his power, and remained in the palace forever, indulging in the song and dance every day, except for singing for the king, and his singing voice was still so beautiful and moving, never repeated.

But he couldn't go back, and he gradually drifted away and disappeared into the world of small animals......