[Xiao Zhongshan, Xue Zhaoyun Spectrum]
Words/Cold Eyes on Life (Ge Jian)
Wake up in the middle of the night with a broken light. Bamboo wind curtain civil unrest, the moon is slightly bright.
Cloaked slowly walking through the old long pavilion. Remember yesterday, hand in hand to count the stars.
Waiting for Twilight Cloud Flat. Pear blossoms bring rain at the beginning, and sunny in the evening.
For whom to steal the ten-year lamp. How not to see, tuan fan fluttering fireflies.
Grass warblers fly for three days. Don't come to no place to gather, cherish the flow of years.
Where are the gods in the world. Arrange me, Tanabata before spending together.
Dreams linger. Tongqing took a dinghy. Pick new lotus.
Amorous is most at the edge of the water clouds. Smile slightly, fold the lotus to see the silk pull.
Or poetry is a lifetime mistake. On the north and south banks of the Yangtze River, how many meritorious names?
Willow is terrified. The moon outside the window, as far as the pillow side is bright.
Three more wines first woke up. The west wind was dripping, two or three times.
If you come to the blue bird to send the mood. Pinch your fingers and count, a few days to the border city.
The golden bottle of wine was empty. Hugh is very sad and does not leave.
Whoever caresses the piano and juntong. Outside the setting sun, the clouds are heavier.
Fly all the begonia red. Roses are newly broken calyx, rain and smoke are thick.
The Xiang curtain was not rolled up how to wind. Butterfly dream, sit together on the small bridge east.
Looking at the Guanshan Road in the distance. Plum in the snow, near new year.
The green shirt is lonely by the long causeway. The wind is soft, and the weeping willows are spring first.
Oblique moonlight in front of the bed. People are as safe as the moon, and the lack is round.
Ho qing can go to the apricot blossom front. At first, who will play the piano again.
Drizzle and sloping winds sleepless nights. The intestines are still broken, and they look like they are tied.
At that time, the boat was urged to pick river lotus. Flying bitterly, red tears fell in front of the window.
The distant geese are cold. The remnants of flowers are also lingering in the water.
There is a heart to agree on next year. The ruthless moon, when the time comes, will be round.
Who in the world can not love spring. Just like a reunion, so the time people.
Cover your lips and smile and moan. Who knows me, spring to tears frequently.
Holding a grudge hurts the most. Recline in the trunk and ask the flowing clouds.
Afterlife willow peony morning. Double flying swallow, never separated.
Cold moon before bed cream thick. Push the door to startle the bird, under the sycamore.
Zhu Lou still leans on the east side of the small bridge. Travel to the old land, a flute of falling flowers.
Wishes are becoming empty. Zheng Hongfei can't fly, Guanghan Palace.
Sachets and tears are secretly sealed. From now on, I will not get drunk.
[Shonen Tour, Yan Shu Spectrum]
For the Qing Xin endowment of the youth tour. Mandarin letters are not received.
The sunset on the west embankment, the small moon in the east forest, the wind is timid and quiet.
Jiangnan Huayan rests nostalgia, so that I don't have to think about it.
After getting drunk, leaning on the fence, crossing the head of the cloud, the heart is eager to return to the boat.
Re-endowed the youth tour for The Secretary of State. The pen is long and thoughtful.
The flowing water is merciless, and the flowers are still falling, because it is difficult to harvest love.
The sorrowful thousand knots are silent, and they also want to imprison their hearts.
Playing the piano under the moon, the inscription before the candle, only wine can forget worries.
[About the Author]
Cold-eyed life, real name Ge Jian, born in 1979 in Huatuo, Cao Cao's hometown, the ancient city of Bozhou. Wandering between the words of poetry, a boy's body, a daughter's heart. Most of the poems are based on the theme of lovesickness and sorrow.