Ten of Lin's most famous poems
First of all, sit still
Winter has its purpose, and cold is like a flower. -flowers have fragrance, and winter has memories. The shadow of dead branches, thin and smoky, drags a pen at the afternoon window; In the cold, the sun is fading, it becomes tilted ... just talking like a guest, I silently drink tea in silence.
Second, peach blossoms.
Peach blossom, the purples of that tree, is just like a sentence said in spring; Delicate flowers are exquisite words, light sense of petals, soft and even breath; With a smile, inadvertently, look around. Look, it trembled in the breeze, and she left a faint trace of affection on the thin lips of March!
Third, willing
I would rather turn into a fallen leaf and let the wind and rain fall; Or a cloud, in a clear blue sky, has nothing to do with the earth. But holding the sad sign tightly, touching the disappointment that has not landed; Dusk, night shift, tiptoe, all empty, no more tenderness; Forget the existence of this world; Have you; Mourn for those who have loved; Falling like a fallen flower, I forgot to look at these tears.
On that day, nothing will be left, except for a moment or a gust of wind. You must forget that I once lived in this world.
Fourth, you are April day on earth.
I say you are the April day of this world, and laughter illuminates the winds around you; Your soul dances in the glory of spring. You are a cloud in the sky at the beginning of April. The evening wind is soft, the stars twinkle inadvertently, and the drizzle is sprinkled in front of the flowers. That's lightness, that's elegance. You are wearing a crown of flowers, you are innocent and solemn, and you are a full moon every night. After the snow melts, the goose yellow looks like you; Tender as the green of a new bud, you are gentle and happy, and the water floats with the white lotus in your dream.
You are a flower, a swallow whispers in the beam, you are love, warmth and hope, and you are the April day on earth!
Five, don't throw it away.
Don't lose this past enthusiasm. Now it's like running water, gently at the bottom of the cold mountain spring, at night, in the pine forest, sighing like a slim figure, you still have to keep it true! The same is the bright moon, the same is the lights across the mountain, the sky is full of stars. It's just that people are gone and dreams are hanging on. You have to ask the night-you still have to believe that there is an echo in the valley!
Still six.
You stretch out to the clear sky and white clouds like a lake, and you are like a first-class cold current. To clarify, let me follow Lin 'an to explore your source: I still reflect on each of you with all kinds of doubts! You spread like a thousand petals! Fairy face is every petal of yours, and it is even more fragrant. The warm fragrance of flowers is accompanied by a cool dusk: I said flowers, which is a trick to steal someone's heart in spring!
You learn from the books that are floating in the wind, revealing your every thought: every corner of your heart, your gaze, I keep saying: I haven't answered yet, and silence will always occupy my soul.
Seven. time
The seasons of the world are always changing. In spring, you left many red traces and said goodbye. I don't want to sigh autumn with anyone when I come back!
Now even the yellow leaves of autumn clouds have been thrown into the distance, leaving only the gray sky completely lonely. Can you stand listening to the cold wind alone?
Eight, laugh
It's her eyes, lips and the vortex of her lips that are laughing. Brilliant as dew, the smiles are hidden in the flash of shellfish teeth. That is God's smile, a beautiful smile; The reflection of water, the light song of the wind. Laughing is her loose curly hair, scattered around her ears. Soft as a flower shadow, itchy sweetness pours into your heart. That's a smile-a smile in a poem, a smile in a painting: traces of clouds, soft waves of waves.
Nine days after the rain
I like this day after the rain. The plain is full of grass! My heart is endlessly drifting with the wind, which blows away herbs, fallen leaves and a wisp of clouds, like smoke.
Memory
Intermittent music, the most beautiful or gentle night, accompanied by the stars of the day. On the stalk of memory, who doesn't have two or three graceful flowers, covered with emotional flowers, spreading the fragrance of wild lotus namelessly, and each petal is quiet and bright. The wind blows on the lake, and the hair is messed up, or the water is wrinkled like fish scales. The vastness in all directions is like a dream without traces of the past. Everyone knows the picture and is immersed in the reflection of underwater memory!