The smoke and rain are small, and it is difficult to look forward to the green.
A broken rainbow hangs from the branches of the tree, and it is a chaotic mountain remnant.
With high eyes to judge the journey, the twilight clouds are thousands of miles flat.
Day and night the river flows east, and Jinshu should support Pisces.
- Naranjand, "Qing Ping Le"
The desolate moss under the forest is the Yun family, and the jade bones are dusty and sandy.
There is nowhere to say before the wind, and the number returns to the crow.
Half a lifetime of duckweed with the passing water, a cold rain buried famous flowers.
The soul is a willow that blows and blows, circling the end of the world.
- Naranjand, "Mountain Flower"
Dongfeng seven days silkworm buds soft, green wisps, hugh teaching scissors.
Dreaming of the Distant Yan, that can be again,
The sideburns blow green, and the little victory is spring trembling.
The embroidery screen does not hide the sorrow, the hurried years are cold and warm, and the jade bones are changed with the flowers.
Three spring drunk, three autumn farewell, lonely swallow.
- Naranjandder, "The Qingyu Case"
Passing through the picturesque mountains, short clothes and horses.
Xiao Xiao fell into the wood and did not win the autumn, Mo looked back, and the sun was oblique.
Don't be soft and lingering, just wait until you return.
But he hugged the bun in front of the lamp, and said endlessly and away from people.
- Naranjand in "A Loso"
Ten Mile Lake Light Wine Tour,
The green curtain reflects the white apple island.
The west wind listened to the praises of the lingling.
Sand bank sometimes with two sleeves,
Draw where the boat is harvested.
Return wordless evening makeup building.
- Naranjand in "Huan Xi Sha"
The smoke and rain first harvested, and the flowers and small courtyards fell.
Pick a pair of red beans,
Bow your head and say with tears in your eyes.
People go like a spring break, and the wine once made a stone.
Don't let anyone peach leaf ferry,
Flat boats, a kind of smoke wave each sad.
- Naranjand, "Nanxiangzi"
He Road to the homeland, the remnants of the mountains and waters.
All put a spring cold, to wheat autumn weather.
Expected to reissue the next year flowers, do not ask about the flower before.
Even though the east wind is still the same, I am afraid that the red face will not look like it.
- Naranjand, "Good Things Near"
Residual snow condensed cold painting screen,
The plum flute has changed three times.
There is no one in the moon.
I am a sad guest of the world,
I know what is going on in tears.
The sound of broken intestines recalls life.
Mingyue should laugh at me and laugh at me now.
Lonely spring heart, idle alone and alone groaning.
Recently, I have been afraid to talk about the current events, and I have made up a blue placket.
The moon is shallow and the lamp is deep, where do the clouds go in the dream?
- Naranjand, "Picking Mulberries"
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Zen Garden listen to the snow
Editor-in-Chief/Spring Illustrator/Half Summer Typography/Yue Yue
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