Chapter 71 Chunshui 121-182

one two one O world!Temporary flowers are not worthy to be placed in the eternal vase, please have mercy on this immature life! one two two How simple the heart of the wise man is in the words of nature! one two three A few days of light rain, in boredom - a few withered flowers, just to think about.It was the words of last year, can they also be used as comfort today? one two four It's dusk—the lake waves are falling asleep—the endless corridor! one twenty five The flowers of self-cultivation and the fruits of success will bear fruit in the light. one two six Hong'er! Do you regret it?

Appearing by chance, the children of the world have drawn your shadow on Luo's belt. one twenty seven Qingxiao - quietly walking into the garden, everything is sleeping!Who is the partner except for the dewdrops? one twenty eight The ocean cuts off the mood deeply—is there only a general smile across the clear waves? one twenty nine Under the morning sun, the birds chirped clearly, and the leaves rang softly—the soul of a helpless poet!He was not allowed to pick up the pen but still meditate like this. one thirty Who is on the boat at this time?Leaning on the railing on the water surface at dusk and staring at it——I am only dreaming in the mountains.

one three one young people! Only buried himself deeply. They are tiny human beings too! one three two The flowers are in the vase again, but -- it's this year's autumn rainy night! one three three Just the two magnolias on the lapel last night, and Xiaofeng and Chaoyang are deeply remembered in my heart. one three four Destiny is like the sea wind - blowing the boat of youth, swaying, passing through the sea of ​​time. one three five Smallpox picked in a dream, my friend! There are some wishes in life! Can only be permanently sent in fantasy! one thirty six The little flowers in the cave valley bloomed feebly, and then thanked feebly.Even if you have never experienced the spring, you should know it!

one thirty seven Be silent!The weak me originally only smiled and shouldn't say anything. one thirty eight The sorrow of farewell and the riddle of life are engraved in my first memories of all the figures. one thirty nine This surging heart tide is only blocked by Suoqian's Shurangama. Powerless man! Will we realize "empty or not"? one forty Soar in your dreams! Only free speech and laughter, frank mood. one four one After the rain—the drops of water on the lotus plate splashed the clothes wet. one four two The roses are blooming.Because of the boring wind, I don't want to go to the small water's edge.Is the career of a poet only ending in loneliness?

one four three Let go of the curtain of nature! Lying in the arms of the mother of truth. one four four Poets are just empty words!How have you ever comforted the painful Zhengren in the sound of rain? one four five My heart began to tremble—with the window open, facing the sea, I naturally thanked me silently and said, "I admit that we are loved." one forty six The flower of experience and the fruit of wisdom contain the core of troubles! one forty seven The silky poetic feeling downstream of the green shade!Just as the misty spring light drew you out, the gardener's scissors at the bottom of the leaves cut you off again.

one forty eight Thank you!Please wear this Su Xinlan by yourself. How can I bear to thank her?But whether it's roses or pandan, I never put it on my hair. one forty nine God!Even if the sky is cloudy, as long as there is a soul guarding your solemn and quiet night, the lonely sorrow will disappear from the universe. one fifty The deep tree shadows under the rocks - pointing and whispering, a lot of poetry is shrouded in the moonlight. one five one Who paddles after the surf?The sound of the oars invaded my circle of deep thought! one five two Pioneer! Have you ever looked ahead?Even if this body is liberated, we should also think of the hard-working beings at the foot of the mountain!

one five three Wearing the li'er, she was thinking deeply in her brows - little shepherd boy! Generally bathed in the spring sunshine on the earth, perfect and silent praise, how can a poet compare to you! one five four The wicker is cut into small oars, and the lotus petals are made into a flat boat—let the little souls in the universe float softly in the sea of ​​spring one five five After the disease, the shade of the flowering branches bears small fruits. Let's just meet each other in Pang'er! one five six Wake up—thin sleeves facing the wind; the courtyard is as clear as water, and the heart is as bright as a mirror; is it painting or poetry?

one fifty seven sister!Qingfu is the only one to enjoy, so why send me some new spring poems?My mind is already busy, and there are lakes and mountains that I have never met, and I come to dream frequently. one fifty eight Pioneer! Don't look back!Turn your head—the cowardice hidden in your soul wants you to stay. one fifty nine Leaning on the railing for a long time, where is the heavenly home? I really want to go home with the wind!Look - the cold moon has turned into a light cloud and flies gently on the sea waves. one sixty Naturally and silently, "Think about it! write it!Infinite majesty, have you ever had a glimpse of it? "

The poet casts his pen! It will remain in my heart forever! one six one Raise your glass through the window——falling flowers! It was originally cool water, but it was just sweet and fragrant wine. one six two In the shade of the cliff, in the depths of the waves, there is a silk hanging down to fish alone. fish!It doesn't matter if you don't come, I'm already fishing for poetry in the blue water. one six three Twilight is gray - the mountain gate is behind.The loess trail twists and turns, and I walk unintentionally.The universe faints—disappears later.The path of life twists and turns and I walk involuntarily.

Ordinary distant future!When I looked up and saw the new moon, I felt deeply indescribable! one six four Will parting - look around the rivers and mountains; the slight clouds!How can I only suppress my gloomy emotions and not trap my dreamlike singing voice? one six five My friend took a photo into the water, tired of it swimming fish startled. one six six Pointing to the top of the peak, how can I lean on the roots of the tree to watch the sunset?It's almost dusk, count the journey!The clothes are thin and the wind is cold, it is better to rest. one six seven By the green water - a few daughters in clothes, unfold a natural picture in front of the poet's donkey.

one six eight Under the hazy moon—it wasn't for Qingpan breaking the silence, and the sound of falling flowers could also be heard. one six nine When the unborn baby looks through the window of "birth" from the outside of the ball of life, it has faintly seen the opposite "death" cave. one seventy In order to ruin the quiet night of millions of souls, I sadly threw the moth I caught in my hand out of the window. one seven one Where the horseshoe passes by, looking forward to the saddle, the plains are green - only endless melancholy is left. How can a poet dream of a hero? one seven two When I opened the letter——sat on the ground under the flowers, a gust of cool wind blew away the few papers I had read.I just watched silently, listening to it blow to the corner of the wall, I felt as happy as this piece of paper! one seven three White clothes like snow under the bright moon-how touching! What's more, it's the night of parting? one seven four Young people, time is turning the pages of the book, please write! one seven five I sowed the seeds suspiciously, then closed the window and meditated.I opened the window suspiciously again, is it more than a sprout?This green scar also spread to other people's gardens. God! Thank you for the "natural" wind and rain! one seven six Little flowers on the battlefield!The adventurous driving in the hail of bullets comforted the new bones. one seven seven My heart suddenly became sad! Alone in the icy garment, I crossed the Black Sea from the raging waves. one seven eight On the shady steps, green leaves!When the roses fall, the poet feels the loneliness with you. one seven nine bright moon!In the field of silver light, who plays the melodious flute across the stream? one eighty baby! Who praises him innocently? Facing the sunset at the end of the day, the feeble pen is really abandoned. one eight one Take off the flowers on the lapel, it's a parting gift!The horse has arrived at the door, when will we see you again if you miss it? one eight two do not!Spring water, thank you for the gurgling trickle of spring, which brought me a lot of emotions.I waved to you, let it flow slowly into the world.I will sit by the fountain and hear the echo. March 5, 1922-June 14. ("Chunshui" was originally published in "Morning News" from March 21 to 31, April 11 to 30, May 15 to 30, and June 2 to 30, 1922. It was later compiled as Xinchaoshe One of the literature and art series, published in May 1923.)