Small poems one by one small flowers

(Original work)

A branch of flowers outside the window,

The pavilion is perched in the wind.

Who's a petite woman,

Scratch your head in a heroic posture.

P.S. This little thing, why do I call it a small poem, I dare not call it the Five Laws or anything else, because this little thing is my whim, sent by feeling, no matter whether it does not meet the requirements of the poem's rhyme, law, and level, just write it. If experts and scholars see it, marking seven will make them laugh off their teeth. So only "little poems" are marked. Moreover, the poems of Cui Hao and Li Bai are also called "oil poems" by the poets, not to mention me!

Li Bai's homesick poem "Bright moonlight in front of the bed, suspected to be frost on the ground." Looking up at the bright moon, he looked down at his hometown, "I don't know which category I belong to in the poetry library of our country, and in any case, according to the requirements of those authoritative figures, it is not enough to qualify." A poem of twenty words repeats the first three words of Ming, Moon, and the first two sentences, and the first two sentences are not flat.

In any case, this poem occupies a considerable place in homesick poetry.

Coming back to my little poem, I think it's the most ideal one I've ever written. Probably not again. So I want to recommend it to everyone, let everyone share it, judge it.