A cut of plum. Night thoughts
Author: Poet Luo Jiancai
Stuffed with wind and clouds cold moon high
Night surges of thought
Tears stain the robe
Streamers always make people old
Snow is drifting
The wind is shining
Drift alone on the outskirts of the Gobi
Moonlight Swing
Play the beard again
The lute is difficult to tune
The heart is on fire
Words are hard to think about
