Zuo Yuan: Academic guidance of the Qinghe Poetry Society. The poetry style is fresh and simple, and he is good at making long tone words. The lyrics are quite reminiscent of the Southern Song Dynasty dream window words.
Seven beautiful "Seven Laws", feel the "Seven Laws" Yishan picture quality!
"The Seven Laws: Why Should I"
Contemporary/Left
Why do you think about the old things now, and meet several times after the farewell of Fengtian.
Affectionate only poetry and wine, the real night is like listening to the snow and the wind.
Although the smoke and lotus are often hung on the moon, do you know that the earthly world is accustomed to floating.
The heart returned to the clouds and waters without any plan, and the hatred was only not always there.
"Seven Laws : Winter Solstice"
The long street of the distant trees is also dim, looking for a quiet place to be alone against the cold tide.
The deserted city is still being changed in the dust, and it is difficult to wither after the tears.
Words send tianya books love and hate, people with lights and shadows to stand on the river bridge.
My heart was like a branch of snow, and I did not let go of the ice building.
"The Seven Laws of Madness"
It was cold again, and the long hair of the torn clothes drifted down.
Lazy tomorrow with few bags, laughing at the deep alley of the slanting sun.
A lonely city is with me, and several old stories are the same as the present.
This is true of the floating life, and there is nowhere to be found for scattered fireworks.
"Seven Laws for Friends"
At this time, it is lonely, although the mountain wind rises by night.
If it were not for the bright moon and the sky, how could there be a clear joy into the wine.
In the past eight or nine years, Yan Xiao has changed, and two or three people have brought rain and smoke with them.
Haicheng Street Kou Qiaotou Hall, boiled deeply with fire and red.
"Seven Laws: Deep Sighs"
Please ask Jun Mo about his hometown, where there is so much desolation.
The crows could not leave the oblique light tower, and Yunfei only fell into the glacier.
A thousand people have seen nothing to do, only I have been like Bian He for many years.
Dusty long street winter no snow, sewing old jackets to the wind waves.
《Shichi ritsu, Early Kasuga》
In early spring, I saw the river sand white, where the flowers flew to my building.
The wild goose crossed the clouds and returned to the silent, and the mountains and wilderness were unrestrained.
Alone light ink thousand lines of words, far away from the breeze a few leaf boat.
It's just that the world is so thin and fortunate that the peach apricot was not drowned.
"The Seven Laws of Obedience"
It is the early summer of the Qing Dynasty again, and the fish book returns to remember Junyan.
Luo skirt dance as a floating cloud to go, the strings turned into a stream of color also.
A few degrees of Jiangnan flowers fall by themselves, when I am outside the plug I am casual.
And pour a cup of tea as wine, remember the long wind and blue water.