16, bosom friends are hard to find (2)

I gave the notebook to Jiang Feifei.

Jiang Feifei admired while watching, and after a while, she finished reading these short poems.

Jiang Feifei, "I like your song "Spring Breeze, Bright Moon" the most"

Spring breeze, bright moon

The bright moon sprinkled the west of the window

The terrace is full of flowers

The spring breeze is gusting to support the young branches

Weak willow leaves drooping

Mottled shadows in the treetops

How beautiful the night is

The stars in the sky laughed

The heart is embellished with the Milky Way

If the moon sleeps in the mountains

The pillow is the skyrim

If the stars are thirsty in the wind

Drink Sprite

The sound of kneading leaves can be heard from the treetops

Rustling is still rustling

Quietly render the brocade of the night

The jade finger of spring

I said, "This is this spring, and after the exam, I am in a good mood, and I will look at the moon at night and express my thoughts." I still like the autumn in the south of the Yangtze River, the autumn wind, the autumn rain, the autumn colors, the thousands of purples and thousands of reds, which make people have infinite associations, the falling autumn leaves, each piece is a beautiful poem. Look at my songs, although they are a bit immature, but they are my true feelings. ”

Look at the autumn wind

The autumn wind and fallen leaves drift

Homesickness freehand

Every word is affectionate

Tears welled up in his eyes

The old days are hard to forget

My parents are old

The mountains and rivers of my hometown are hidden in my heart

The sound of the piano is melodious

The pen is soaked in autumn colors

It's a good time

The sun is shining and the autumn breeze is elegant

The wild goose flies thousands of miles

The golden willow on the riverside does not know how to kiss

He couldn't stop laughing

Walk through the Red Dust Wind and Rain Creek

Hometown wine refreshes the spleen

Autumn Thoughts

Cloud-like autumn thoughts

Float in the clear blue sky

Gently land in the palm of your hand

Gorgeous like a beautiful glow

Grievances are like shadows of mist

In the same horizon

My dreams are as white as gardenias

Your dreams are as red as a rainbow

Layers of thoughts

Gracefully reduced to a thin shadow of smoke

Stored in a dream

The moonlight of autumn is lightly sprinkled with silver

The wind, the flowers, the branches

Swaying into wisps of affection

Quietly bloom in the heart

A collection of autumn paintings splashed with ink

Either bent eye

Capture the most beautiful scenery in autumn

autumn scenery

Listen to the sound of the drizzle

Rustle of falling leaves, snow and rain

See the beautiful maple clothes

Sprinkled with beauty

Interpret the sound of the piano in your heart

Silk strings are soft

Write the poetry of life

Polishing the raindrops

Quietly push away the autumn water shadow

Shine brightly

autumn rain

That flash of thunder and lightning

Roaring and roaring

The clouds hung over the sky

The rain kept falling

The curtains flashed white light

There is a cool omen

The sound of rain whispered outside the window

The rain swirls in the wind

The room was silent and gentle

Tang poems and Song poems are wonderful

Tranquility and far-reaching lyrics write poems

The breeze comes quietly

The night was thicker and sleepy

The autumn rain knocks on the window

Clouds and smoke filled the rain, fog and wind trembled

Autumn nights are lonely

Jiang Feifei, "Oh, my sister, I love you to death." ”

I said, "Do you think it's okay?" I just wanted to write something. ”

Jiang Feifei, "What's in your little brain?" Are they all these romantic verses? ”

I said, "That's what I feel." I also have a favorite, you see. ”

Read Fall

Blue clouds and yellow leaves

Xiaolai who is drunk in the frost forest

The west wind tightens and geese fly

A faint melancholy, a faint overflow

The rain is pouring and the birds are chirping

Borrowing the scenery to lyrically refresh the heart

How many prosperous stories

Always charming in the years

How much time has passed

Always drifting in hope

Autumn colors ripple

The slanting sun falls into the crystal

Read the fall gently

The scenery is calm in the ink

In the paper of time

Deep and shallow memories

Entangled in the most poetic sense

Spread out the collection beautifully

I said, "There's another passage here, which is a true commentary on my feelings at the time. ”

Gently turn the pages of the season and read the charm of autumn. You say, belated enlightenment, which maple leaf is it? Row after row, the maple trees in this valley, with such silence, are gradually soaked in frost red? What kind of style does the maple leaf quietly decorate the world? At this time, the elegance of the day, in which way is the autumn poem written? Yes, in the quiet time, getting closer and closer to the truth, what is there to doubt about the beautiful autumn colors?

I like autumn, I like the quietness and elegance of autumn. The paper of time, in the autumn lawn, spreads a memory of different shades, and what is engraved is not the vicissitudes of life, but the quiet beauty of the fallen leaves. The faint autumn breeze blows, and the streamer is thin and prosperous. Life is like water, there is no end, floating clouds blow into snow, and the taste of the world is boiled into tea. In the time machine of memory, the falling flowers have danced before the wind, and sent the dusk rain, and the falling flowers all over the ground are still so graceful and charming.

I went on to say, "When I finished writing this paragraph, I felt a little unfinished, and I wrote a few more sentences. ”

Bleak autumn

The moonlight is like water

Round face

It's like a crooked boat

Hold up countless oars

Browse in the Milky Way

Gentle fiber

Gives a sense of comfort

Flowing silver waves

The contours of the premises can be seen

The night is quiet and tranquil

It's a sight to behold

People are walking

Chatting and laughing

Hele doesn't sleep

Jiang Feifei, "Little sister, did you say that you were born to write poetry?" ”

I said, "Don't make fun of me." After reading so much of what I've written, didn't you say that you also like to eat? Why don't you let me see what you wrote? ”

Jiang Feifei, "After reading your poems, I really didn't dare to take them out, compared with the poems you wrote, I was indeed a little lower at that time." ”

I said, "You are not allowed to cheat. ”

Jiang Feifei, "Then I'll be ugly, you have to help me give me some guidance, let me improve my level, I don't expect to catch up with you, I have to be similar to you." ”

I said, "Then you'll have to show me first." ”

Jiang Feifei, "Okay then, I'll open the document for you now." Here is a song "Winter Sunshine", which I wrote before the Spring Festival, when it was the sprint stage before the college entrance examination to cheer myself up. ”

Winter sun

Thirty-nine, the remnant snow glows with fluorescence,

The wind blows so elegantly

Blue sky, white clouds wandering,

The sun is still shining,

O sunshine in winter,

Warm, warm,

Drives away the cold cold

In spring, the sun shines on everything and grows,

In summer, the sun shines on the hotbed of sin,

In autumn, the sun shines on the colorful clothes of the earth,

In the cold winter, the sun is full of warm desire,

That's because,

The number nine is cold, and the sun needs to shine brightly

The wind howls, dripping into ice,

He that soothes our hearts,

Only the bright sunshine of winter

The sky is overcast, the clouds are low,

Let us be hopeful and dispel the gloom

Only bright sunshine

The fog is flying, the earth is clothed,

Let's enjoy the snow scene and build snowmen,

There is still only bright sunshine,

Whatever it is,

Morning frost in early winter

The ice hanging of the wax moon,

The bitter cold of the number nine,

New Year's Day New Calendar,

The flavor of the Spring Festival,

Which one doesn't need the bright winter sun?

Whatever it is,

The innocence wrapped in cotton clothes,

The youth that can't be covered in the sweater,

Middle-aged man busy in the snowstorm

The wrinkles of old age in leisure,

Who doesn't need it,

Enjoy the bright winter sunshine

And that,

The parched earth, the frozen rivers,

Verdant forests, withered grasses,

Reborn shrubs, towering trees,

Boundless fields, beautiful mountains and rivers,

Quiet villages, bustling cities,

What a need,

The winter sun is shining

The sun in winter,

Let the earth be revived, and the river sings,

can make the grass green and fluffy, and change clothes in the wilderness,

It can make the city warm and the village beautiful

can make childlike and youthful in pairs,

can soothe the elderly in the prime of life and open their hearts,

It can make the universe change clothes, send away the cold winter, usher in spring, and spring ripples

I love the sunshine in winter,

A ray of sunshine,

It's a dream,

It's a pair of wings that fly your thoughts,

It's a warm hope,

It's a picture full of ideals,

It's a song of melody and frustration.

I praise the winter sun,

Whether it's the wind howling, and not afraid of the wind and snow,

Whether it's a cold day, let alone a cold day, the fog is heavy, and the haze doesn't disperse.

He still is,

In the early morning, the morning glow is pervasive, the sun rises in the east,

At dusk, the fire burns the remnant clouds, and the sun hangs in the west,

After the snow, the rainbow flying frame, the seven colors are auspicious,

On a cloudy day, dispel the dark clouds, high and bright sun,

In the haze, penetrate the confusion and illuminate the direction,

I want to shout praise

Bright sunshine in winter!

I read this long poem in one go, and it really surprised me, "Third sister, you lied to me, how well this poem is written, I like it very much." ”

Jiang Feifei, "Compared with your poem, the words are too smooth, and not delicate, a little rough. ”

I said, "You are too modest, writing such a long poem, not only to conceive, but also to lay out, but also to choose words and sentences, especially to show that the foundation is profound, not ordinary people can control." ”

Jiang Feifei, "My poems have something to do with the fact that I grew up in the north, rough and bold, bursting with passion. ”

I said, "If I didn't know you, but only saw this poem, I thought you were a sunny young man, full of pride, arrogant, too big, in line with your temperament." ”

Jiang Feifei, "Compared with your poems, they are so delicate and eloquent, they are really incomparable." ”

I said, "These are two styles, okay?" None of them are high, none of them are low, they are all in the language of poetry, but the mood is different. You don't want to learn from me, and I don't learn from you, we all keep our own styles, okay? ”

Jiang Feifei, "I can learn from each other, on the basis of retaining my own style, I also want to learn your delicacy, which can go straight to the bottom of people's hearts, then my poems will be more infectious." ”

I said, "Sister, one of us is Zhong Ziqi and the other is Bao Shuya, it's really hard to find a bosom friend." ”

Jiang Feifei, "It's too late to see each other, let's communicate more on poetry in the future." ”