dream village

Lili opened her mouth and came, "Poetry

The waves, will again,

surging again,

Sweep away the messy footprints of the beach,

into the sea,

Achieve eternal poetry. "

"Great! Great! Brother, I didn't expect, I didn't expect that brother could write poems." Lili cheered uncontrollably and patted Zhang Tao's shoulder with her hands.

"Stop messing around, it's your turn!"

Lili didn't answer Zhang Tao's words, but said quietly to herself: "Brother, I also want to write a poem for you, an eternal poem."

"Okay! It's a pity that we don't have a beach in the bay."

"Then I'll write it on the road you walked, in the place you lived, in the air you breathed, I write it every day..."

"Okay! You can write every day and all the time. However, you can read and listen to it first, and see if it satisfies me."

"Brother, then I'll read it to you, don't laugh at me."

"Okay! You read it!"

"Reasons for Tears"

When the once mighty river has dried up,

When the delicate and beautiful mountain flowers all over the mountains and plains have withered,

When memories bloom like fireworks,

Disappeared in the dark night sky again,

When the years will all the past,

Sculpted into eternity riddled with holes, [

Why should I wander alone on the mountain path covered with moonlight?

Why face the hawthorn tree with falling leaves and burst into tears? "

"Not bad! Lili, the writing is very good! Brother Bi's writing is even better! It smells like Xi Murong."

"Brother, you try to make me happy. I imitated it. How can I be better than you?"

"Brother is telling the truth. You can write poetry in the first day of junior high school, and you can write it so well. After a few years, you'll be fine. You won't be a great poet. But..."

"But what?" she asked anxiously.

"You write too heavy and sad, it's not suitable for your age."

"But what I wrote is my true feelings!" After a pause, Lili said again: "Brother, I also want to play and laugh happily like other children. I have been working hard like this, but I just do it No, my heart seems to be filled with endless sadness and melancholy forever. Brother, don’t laugh at me, I know I shouldn’t think about those messy things at my age, but whenever I’m lonely and sad, I still can’t help myself I think of you, the majestic appearance of you when you were the king of children in the village, what you said to me before, what you are doing now, and everything about you. Whenever this time, I will You draw a portrait and write poems for you. From childhood to adulthood, almost every secret is related to you, and every dream has your shadow."

This little girl, it seems that Zhongxi Murong's poison is not light, only a young child is sentimental and full of unhealthy thoughts, she needs to be educated and enlightened, so as not to go astray.Zhang Tao said earnestly like an elder: "Lili! You are still young, and it is time for you to gain knowledge and experience. You should put more effort into your studies. Those poems and paintings can only be yours. For your hobbies, you must not disregard the importance and put the cart before the horse...”

Before Zhang Tao finished speaking, Lili interrupted and said, "Brother, why do you sound like my mother? She sometimes nags me several times a day, making my ears callused."

Lili's words seemed to have poured cold water on Zhang Tao, making him speechless, let alone knowing what to say.

After a moment of silence, Lili begged again: "Brother, I still want to listen to your poems."

Zhang Tao didn't hum.

"Brother..." Lili's voice was very soft, but very lethal. It hit her heart directly without passing through her eardrums, causing a burst of confusion in her heart; the voice dragged on for a long time, trembling, sweet, and crisp , Rolled in the heart a few times, and spread to the whole body, making the bones a little soft.Her body was shaking again, and the force of her chest made Zhang Tao's heart jump wildly in response.

Zhang Tao couldn't hold it anymore, so he hurriedly said: "Okay! Don't move, I will read it!" So Zhang Tao had to read another song.

""wait"

waiting is anxious,

Also sweet.

Not every wait has a result,

Not every wait can come true.

Waiting is the flying leaves of Chennai,

It is the splendid flower that blooms in full bloom,

It is also the old pagoda tree standing against the wind at the entrance of the village.

Covering the earth with green is the waiting for spring,

The rooster crowing is the waiting of dawn,

The bee flying to the flower is the waiting of the flower,

Waves going to the beach is the beach's waiting.

All things are waiting,

A person's life is a long wait,

Like a speeding train,

Just stopped at a platform,

Had to run to another platform.

Waiting is the change of seasons,

It is also the cycle of life and death.

We learn to choose and give up while waiting,

I also experience joys and sorrows while waiting.

The result of waiting is actually only one,

From the first cry of our waiting,

We are waiting for eternity. "

"Brother, why are your poems so sad? Aren't you always sunny and happy?" Lili asked Zhang Tao suspiciously.

"Fool, don't we have the same sentimental master?" Zhang Tao said with self-deprecation.

"I still can't figure it out. You should be worried, and there shouldn't be any difficulties that can bother you." She said stubbornly.