Student masterpieces ｜ Campus Literature: Qingyu

She was slow, never in a hurry, and quietly jumped.

The water droplets sucking the floor -to -ceiling windows,

Leaning back in a vine chair.

At hand is the Shenlin poems and lyrics,

For thousands of years, the faintness was covered with a layer of gray.

Living in the early summer, gently twist the white sticky rain.

Invest in the teapot, make fragrant cooked,

Maybe it will be the birth of morning dew,

Maybe it will be an indispensable steam in the world.

But there was a blue rain outside the window.

Since she appeared here, she has emptied the luxurious yin layer.

Use your heart to feel these good nights,

Yes, there was a pitiful rain sitting opposite.

I reached out and stroked again-

The thick fingers of the cocoon instantly melted between the water drops.

She is sad,

I do not mind.

Such as the elm bookmark in the library,

At the moment of the rain dropped, he sublimated itself.

I think no one can hold back there.

Tears kept turning, and the trembling could not stop,

——I really opened her eyes.

cold.

Rain, lingering, Hua danced, Qing Nen's body was gentle.

The wind that dispatches a cool and lives deep,

Dedicate the soul, and the song with it.

Continuous joy, step out,

And the light spirits are held on the world.

After completing, she took the step step forward again,

Own lingering lingering in every pond I saw.

Step in the pace and boulder,

The soft Ding Dong Huaquan gently gone the wind.

With beautiful piano,

The rain kissed into the world.

All sentient beings are Qingyu,

Gentle and moving Qingyu-

Farewell to my heart.

(Pingyi No. 1 Middle School in Shandong Province, instructor: Li Zhongqin)

Author: Li Yan

Source: "Language News · High School Edition"

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