brothers
Light a bonfire for reading on Mount Yuelu
I think of another cage of buns, steamed in your poem
A row of bamboo
Eclipsed in front of the Love Evening Pavilion
Like a Danish little girl selling matches
Thinking about the cooking smoke coming out of the text
Follow the mountain breeze
The integrity sandwiched in the book
Floating in the guise of right and wrong.
I said, what about the bowl of youthful wine
I wash my hands again and again
I want to stay away from these blossoming Chinese characters
But you moved these into my dreams
Singing and dancing night after night, can this day still be peaceful?
Since the water of the Xiang River can write poetry and wash feet
Brother, it is better to let love the poetry of the evening pavilion
Empty Valley Orchid
