About the Author
Shuo Fangyu, formerly known as Tao Junyu, a native of Dandong, Liaoning, was born in 1999 as the former president of the Guoxue Society of Dalian Jiaotong University.
A selection of poems
Translation of Wilde's poems
There is no remnant attached to the article, adding this pity to my beloved wife.
At first glance, A thousand fragrances flutter like snow, and the love entanglement of Huafa has become a pass.
When the wind dances in the wind, it is like a small garden in the sound.
Whether Huang Quan can remember it or not, it will definitely be like before.
In the middle of the tour
From carrying bucket wine to hire for the rest of his life, lonely at dusk lonely line.
Alone I hung on to Haoyue, and the kings were busy going to Fei Hongling.
The mountains and mountains look into a line, and the love bones are divided like ten thousand layers.
He has a breeze pushing green water, and the cup does not bother to ask Tianheng.
Love prisoner
The wind ginseng flower moon blows yesterday's song, into my acacia and tears.
The jade plate on the branch finally fell, and the copper bird in his heart had flown.
Dry Zen did not understand the red dust regret, and the decay sat in the first place.
Tired and entangled fang often tied bones, amorous since ancient times is a prisoner of love.
Affection
Silver tungsten red makeup vows no regrets, and the powder in the mirror has been spotted.
The amorous square is happy to leave the past, and the soul of the thin life is self-connected.
The moon sends autumn waves to my bones, and the wind invites old dreams for whom.
The blow knife can break three thousand blades, and it is bound to acacia and never returned.
Hatsuyuki Gin
An inch of cold wind wrapped in a plain, the Heavenly River hook fell silver dust.
Yesterday, the old wine swallowed the sad taste, and now the new plum is buried.
Idle endowment leaves more leaves, green silk is easy to break the white marks.
Can Penglai be with Yinxue? Spring is not sleepy.
The poet sighed
How many people are drunk and helpless, and how many people are missing from the world?
The autumn wind locks the autumn moon, and the tears in the palm of the hand reveal the lips.
The poem asks tim fluorescent grass, copper stinks and weeps ghosts and gods.
The Nine Turns dan heart is still victorious over the iron, and Zheng Zheng is crazy about the Great Tang soul.
Butterfly Love Flower Juvenile Sign
The ancient road west wind blows the horses, autumn support sycamores, and offer golden armor. Whoever weaves the robe like a painting, comes to collect blood like a brake. Yesterday's vow was still there, the red giant pile beam, not to fall under the imperial city. Sleeping in the sand is suddenly in the middle of summer, and I am crippled and dreaming of red hair.
Eight sounds of Ganzhou
Look at the desolate Saibei with whom wen, when to save the king. Dream pingyang frightened geese, fight for the day of the clouds, and report my robe. Into the wine red note Mo language, the past blows itself. The Tao is a Xiao Lang song, which can solve the sentiments and sorrows. Driving the Kowloon Shu Roar, and participating in the stars and fighting, the frozen snow and the clouds. The king in the palm of his hand is accompanied, and this night is also long. Think of that year, frequently cover the shadows, love eyes, only smooth and clear. Don't go, look at the dove, the shore of the green fern.
Eight voices of Ganzhou Green Shirt Dream
The evening wind supports the wine moon sprinkles silver eyes, and the geese pass through the grass and leave. Reminiscences of red faces, dreams of stars, and obsessive makeup. He was once jealous of the madness of talent, and he was also afraid of my green clothes. The cold sword was long and pointed, and the arrogant folded knees. HuaFa regained the old scrolls, and the cold night sealed the heat, waiting for the sorrow to move. Sigh Huang Liang's empty pillow, love for sword sinking mud. Tears, Mandarin duck double play, light and bold, silent Cambodian chapter rare. Only the wish, the spring water of the stone bridge, the remnants of the old mountain stream.
Bu operator is slow
The sky is colorful, the morning rain is hazy, and the whole powder is beaded. Green bank spring embankment, waves rolling bijiang wind love. The moon is as good as the beginning, and the face of the people is clear. The smile is faint, the dream is tired, and the star curtain cleverly causes resentment. Tears in the air. Half of the night is broken, do not chant the king roll. The road is far away, and the wrong love is not regrettable in this life. Obsessed, still obsessed with the Sword of the King. Jane washed it, lay on the bed, and was tired of being flashy.
Plutophate
The wind is light. Empty chirping birds. The small building is twilight and joyful. Plum fall. Swing rope. Foolish silver tin, jade curtain shy. mo. mo. mo. Brilliant rhetoric. Red smile. The middle of the month is silhouetted who is young. Stars passed. The heart is clear. Makeup is as yellow as old, and there is a spark in the dream. wrong. wrong. wrong.
Fix the storm
Frost reflects the winter plums to be snowy. The mid-month is empty. At night, the bowels of the leaning building broke. Thousand turns. Half-smoke rain towards the afterglow. The lords of the clouds invited me to dance. Swoop down. Still give the liver and gallbladder to Qiongjing. Acacia re-enters the wine. Who waits. May the shadow talk long rainbow.
The Phoenix stage recalls the blowpipe
Last night's song, tonight's sparrow disturbance, the drunkard must not forget to chant. The old moon is resting on a pillow and sprinkling smoke. Holding a sword and holding a cup of tired words, adding to the confusion, and relieving the shackles of sorrow. On the side of the bottle, a thousand gold is drunk, abandoning my dragon yarn. Residual flowers. Three three two two, not like the old garden incense, difficult to play red teeth. Sigh Jiang Lang is short, and Old Du is tired. It is also regrettable that Qilang is appointed, Yang Liu'an, lonely and warm. Suddenly, I woke up, talked about resentment, how can I compare to the families.
Jiang Chengzi
Mo Tui Saoke watched the afterglow. Full wind knife. Chopping clouds.? Fighting in the cang, the moon disappears from the eyes. Grinding through bone arrows everywhere, ling night cold, through layers of mink. The sound of the sky is rolling in the dust. Meaning long distance. Wine in the carving. And ask the flock of gulls, why don't you climb anymore. The only thing that will be read is to return to the recommendation, to meet the wrath, and to cross the thunder.
Jiang Chengzi feels nostalgic
Regret to vent the Kowloon Song. Shadow. For autumn waves. He was afraid of Spring Mountain, and he was obsessed with Shen Ke. May the fallen Brahma always chant, play the old rhymes, and pan pear swirls. Frequency will be scorching. Ink Qiansuo. Draw a dragon cart. Shallow dew graceful, vain smile stop a huh. In an instant, the mountains and rivers are all in vain, and they will forget themselves, with whom?
Jiang Chengzi Crazy Boy
Moon Tim Autumn TiredNess Causes Autumn Sorrow. It is difficult to stay. Self-drifting. The night faded yellow, and the broken rain saved people. The words should be like me, eyebrows fluttering, winning the crowd. Drunken beaded small silver hook. In the palm of your hand. Tears welled up. No words and songs, no rhymes to worry about. In the dream, the immortals were invited to be companions, and the morning dawn passed, and the wind flowed.
Jiang Chengzi Night Talk
Who carries the bucket wine to stand in the afterglow. Leaf frost fly. The geese have returned. The pillow is starry, and the sound of rain on the moon and night is destroyed. Listen to my lang cai chanting, bold, robe waving. Taruma laughed and wept together. Evening wind chase. Wait for love to return. Leaning on the railing, lying alone also produces sorrow. The small side of the neon paved the road, not illuminating me, into the pile of notes.
Lanling King
Chilling. Intoxicated and dim-witted. The silver wind moves, the feathers dance pine, and the clouds are like flowing skeletons in the palm of their hands. The shadow of the cup remains the same. Tea. The palace wall prohibits willows. Empty head scratching, relying on the song, tearfully interpreting the poetry and mourning the immortals. The railings are full of ice. Twilight dark building head, this scene waits for a long time. Kenzhang regrets the sale of flying beasts. This heart is overwhelmed, the green withers away, and there is no need to invite me to hunt to heaven. The Tao is obsessed for a long time. Incense. Ephemeral. Proud Bone Battle Frost Knife, Independent Cold Nine. Ling Bo fought furiously. Laugh at me How Labor form, the old man thought of the curse. And Gu Dongmei, hate to see the night, tears bursting.
Linjiangxian
Yu Yu paved the fragrant spring full of roads, looking at me alone. A hundred flowers and a few silhouettes of Bitan Autumn. In the end, it is not like a big river. Mo Xiao was obsessed with my heart, and now he is free to wander. A few people can be locked up and worried. Many into wine tears, carved in the bones to stay.
Man Ting Fang
The fog whispers, adds to the complaining, and dances since the ancient magpie in the golden autumn. Confused, put the cup please wind tour. Heaven and earth meet each other, the world, envy who shed tears. Sit zero, walk idly, and boast of being happy and carefree. Marquis. Thinking about history, drawing a long whistle, dream pillow carving. Jade socks are sad and arrogant. Line timidly stop looking at the full moon, lazy face chaos, ashamed of me Wu hook. The heart is looking, the lips are hidden, and the same armor is talking about the morning glory.
Nian Nu Jiao remember last night's Nanke feast
The west wind is fierce, sending pingyang geese and finches, dissolving at dusk. Yu Yu groaned and pitied the twilight of the moon, and the path of the heavy building added resentment. How can you bother me and open a group banquet. Burn incense and pin beasts, and invite chivalrous companions. The same on the old Que incense note, frowning and thinking, the long night of the new chapter change. Whoever dances swords and plays songs is drunk, do not make this evening tired. The green water sways, the palm of the sleeve, may the thousands of gold scatter. Suddenly, I felt tears, but I was delusional.
Break the line
Abandon the sword and whisper, and the wind blows the moonlight song. Gradually tightening the cold outside, the frequent blue eyes but broken waves. Qunxian column phoenix car. Yu yu Qiong Lou invited me, and the door hall luan drove the dragon berth. Light but red face folded love, do not like to ride on the old bowl of Yunto. Worries should be caused by chiro.
Nian Nu Jiao
Drunken eyes, looking at the clouds to block the way, faint crows flying. The black scales are scattered outside, and the cool can be cool and the wind pool of the Cangjiang River. Turning the smoke waves, the cold glow is destroyed, and the bones are not changed. The stars come and go, and the system is a leader. Put the wine who with the bold words, stop the cup and disappear, the moon shadow three people. The cold residue of the wine has no taste, and it is sad to forget this night. Smelly new robes, leading to song and phoenix, should be in the plane tree. The hedge house is old, and the body is full of crazy who degrees.
Cranes soar into the sky
Acacia finger, solo dragon soup meat. Twist this life, how decaying. A few people can help me, empty painting snow, talking about rivers and willows, and intending to go with the wind. Broken bones, Judah is still worried. Once upon a time, the red dust had been broken for a long time, and the warblers fell with the words and had no dirt. The sun turned bright and passed, and finally forgot, lazy red sleeves. Drink last night's wine together. Who is noisy, then the years should know?
Alone in the empty building, the clouds return to the birds, and Hu Fengshuo rolls cold. Looking at the distance, Pingyang locked the geese and tied up in Xiaoxiang. This scene should have been a sigh, like a riot, condensing the curtains and windows. Now ecstasy, the wind and moon forgive sins, and the wine and tears are fine. Hand in hand to fly Qiong Ruyu, sing a song, flying green and seeking phoenix. It was once, carving a saddle to paint a tiger, only than Qilang. Yu is sweet and sweet, vermilion red thread, around the finger soft fragrance. Jun Xiu asked, there is no need to send dreams to Sui Tang.
A thousand poems
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