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rose_rosy 一朵玫瑰色的玫瑰

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Please Dear Poet, Writer,Readers friends,

appreciate me for the poetry,

Here a total of five poetry,

The first poem,

rose_rosy [一朵玫瑰色的玫瑰]

By the Chinese poet fengwenshu

My space 's small emperor-my son

As a Roseate for endless routh,

When unborn my son,

Lived in lofly belly of a flowering tree of dreaming.

And fire phoenix fly, like one single moonlight_azure,

In phoenix's body breed,

In rosy rose had

Vomit and lent to the nigths, hills,

Rivers, grasss, groves,

And greatures.her sweetly joy and

Fire of love,

I sangs upon my son, with words of cloud_white and,

Or words of green water of flows,

Day after day, month after month,

And i made Myself

Wearing a black dress

Small cicada

In apparel, sometimes,

I being katydid, a skirt_green, sometimes,

I made meselves a orchid,

In white apparel, sometimes,

I turns a petty siklworm,

In white robe, simetimes,

I into Nature 's creatures,

To body of flowering tree of dreaming flew,

As if a dragonfly, came to dim bamboos,

Of summer,

And my faire-God Not born me sings

Or told, for my fair-God Not born and

Being lonely, stir and peaceless,

I become one single flower's sweetly,

Or Music of heavy sweet,

kissed my son_my ideal,

As shepherd kissed his snowsheep_small,

And passed sun, moon stars's kingdom,

This flower's sweetly.true, twelve years

My little flower_spirit grew in milks

Of spirit, and milks

Of spirit, art me created [shao Music] of my own,

Like infant of cloud_dark grew in milks,

With red magma, true, twelve years

My little flower_spirit grew in milks

Of spirit, and milks

Of spirit, art me created [shao Music] of my own,

Like infant of cloud_dark grew in milks,

With red magma, true, twelve years

My little flower_spirit grew in milks

Of spirit, and milks

Of spirit, art me created [shao Music] of my own,

Like infant of cloud_dark grew in milks,

With red magma, true, twelve rears

My little flower_spirit grew in milks

Of spirit, and milks.

The second poem,

[To create a kiss]

Today beautiful Human be Sleeping Beauty.

Her ignorance and error,

So she has sleeping

100 years .seem saw Sleeping Beauty,

Suddenly woke, Poet

Kissing

She,

She Wedding her poet.

Let you i, she,he,

Continue pursuit of wisdom, truth,to

Create a Kiss ,to

Help

Wake Up

Sleeping Beauty.

People ah,

To Kisse Sleeping Beauty,

Gold than you kiss, crown do beauty

Is more important.

I believe Sleeping Beauty,

Able to Wake Up,and her Poet, Wedding.

If ,i do not join Team Create this Kiss,

My life.would have no meaning,

Value. i am dreaming,

Poet Sleeping

Beauty Kissing.

2012,10,20,15,25--

去创造一个吻To create a kiss

今天的

美丽人类,

睡美人,

她的无知,和错误,使她已睡了100年,

仿佛看见了,睡美人,突然醒来了,

诗人,吻着她,她和诗人举行着婚礼,

去创造一吻,助睡美人醒来,

人啊,

去吻睡美人吧,

比你吻黄金,

王冠做的

美人更重要

我相信睡美人会醒来,和她的诗人,举行婚礼,

如果,我不加入创造这吻的队伍,

我的生命,就无意义,价值,

我正梦见,诗人吻着睡美人

Third poetry,

[Kiss]

My most lovely land -

you sleep more beautiful, ah!

I want spring light kiss on the lips of the land,

Seize this opportunity,

stole land

on red lips smile.

My most lovely land -

you sleep more beautiful, ah!

The resurrection of the wind,

Kissing the land - the beauty of God

in the beauty of God

Dawn dew

Kissing the dawn of the East

【亲吻】

我的最可爱的土地-你的睡眠多美啊!

  我要亲吻土地的红唇上的春光,

  抓住这机会,偷走土地的红唇上的微笑。

  

  我的最可爱的土地-你的睡眠多美啊!

  复活的风儿,亲吻着土地-美神中的美神,

  露珠,亲吻着东方的曙光

Fourth poetry,

[beggars]

Beggars, you poor king,

No poverty the coronation king,

Each

From your side

Who walked

You have raised her,

[乞丐]

乞丐,你这贫穷的王,

没有加冕的贫穷王,

每一个

从你的身边

走过的人,

你都提升了她,

和他的地位,

Fifth poetry,

[The fair night_holy love wooing day]

2008,2,15,0,47

Where,that now,fair night_holy Love

Wooing day with his breaked,bleeding mind,

Night with a pottery plate of the yang shao time

In his both hand.

That night.s breaked,bloody mind in a pottery plate did put,

And like to a milk_maid with milk_clean white

In her both hand.

That now although night.s mind hath breaked ,bloody,

But,respected,stood holy love,s burning that holy

Love,s will,stood tallest stately unfall that the spirit

Of dauntless valiant.

And like to stood king of hills-Xi ma la ya hill near stars that tallest,on the Earth,s shoulder.

O why, people gives me hatafuled,

Gives me cursed,gives me insulted,

Did my bosom tread,

And because i lov,d thee,

Lov,d thee,lov,d thee,

Men did me hatefuled,did me cursed,

Did me wrong, tread my mind.

And when am i that me own mind in my both hand,

Will my mind i do donate unto thee,

And like to a pilgrim with a saint implement

In pilgrim,s both hand,

But, people hath striked down my mind,

From my both hand,

Hath my honourn humiliated,

Breaked full of flower sweet of love my mind,

As horse of the dance,breaked head

Of infant,at land.

Thou taking a flower_basket,that collecting to laugh heartily moonlight

Of heavy sweet,

Thou upon fair bank,that very time.

O why, people gives me hatafuled,

Gives me cursed,gives me insulted,

Did my bosom tread,

And because i lov,d thee,

Lov,d thee,lov,d thee,

Men did me hatefuled,did me cursed,

Did me wrong, tread my mind.

And when am i that me own mind in my both hand,

Will my mind i do donate unto thee,

And like to a pilgrim with a saint implement

In pilgrim,s both hand,

But, people hath striked down my mind,

From my both hand,

Hath my honourn humiliated,

Breaked full of flower sweet of love my mind,

As horse of the dance,breaked head

Of infant,at land.

Thou taking a flower_basket,that collecting to laugh heartily moonlight

Of heavy sweet,

Thou upon fair bank,that very time.

O why, people gives me hatafuled,

Gives me cursed,gives me insulted,

Did my bosom tread,

And because i lov,d thee,

Lov,d thee,lov,d thee,

Men did me hatefuled,did me cursed,

Did me wrong, tread my mind.

And when am i that me own mind in my both hand,

Will my mind i do donate unto thee,

And like to a pilgrim with a saint implement

In pilgrim,s both hand,

But, people hath striked down my mind,

From my both hand,

Hath my honourn humiliated,

Breaked full of flower sweet of love my mind,

As horse of the dance,breaked head

Of infant,at land.

Thou taking a flower_basket,that collecting to laugh heartily moonlight

Of heavy sweet,

Thou upon fair bank,that very time.

That now although night.s mind hath breaked ,bloody,

But,respected,stood holy love,s burning that holy

Love,s will,stood tallest stately unfall that the spirit

Of dauntless valiant.

And like to stood king of hills-Xi ma la ya hill near stars that tallest,on the Earth,s shoulder.

Where,that now,fair night_holy Love

Wooing day with his breaked,bleeding mind,

Night with a pottery plate of the yang shao time

In his both hand.

That night.s breaked,bloody mind in a pottery plate did put,

And like to a milk_maid with milk_clean white

In her both hand.

Where,that now,fair night_holy Love

Wooing day with his breaked,bleeding mind,

by Chinese poet

fengwenshusanglin

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