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Selected Poems| Wind Fills the Building: Fang xin in the poetic years, to comfort your lonely thoughts

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Selected Poems| Wind Fills the Building: Fang xin in the poetic years, to comfort your lonely thoughts
Selected Poems| Wind Fills the Building: Fang xin in the poetic years, to comfort your lonely thoughts

Christmas Eve

Quiet

Thicken into the background of the night

Snow drifts across the sky

Transform into the wings of a white pigeon

Fly to the far side of you

The heart of the stagecoach stopped

Freeze frame the moment

Just think

Brew a pot of peace tea with you

Taste the warmth of time

Let the hearts fit

Like a flower blooming

Fang Xin in the poetic years

To comfort you

Lonely thoughts

The most beautiful winter solstice

Leaning out of the window overlooking

The wind is blowing vigorously

The snow swirled around

Like crystalline hexagonal petals

Drop the dots

Dance a season of sweet fragrance

Drunken and dyed for years, beautiful heaven and earth

The surroundings are white and white

It's like entering a fairy tale world

Heaven and earth are clear

The mountains and forests are frosted, and the smoke is thick

It became a hazy mood

Thin river into silver belt

In front of the court, the pines danced against the wind

Red plums reflect the snow

For the desolate winter solstice

Dip in a touch of color

The fire in the house is booming

Warm as spring

Family reunion to eat tangyuan

Plain white and round and fragrant

The taste is sweet

Outline a ball of joy

Yuanna became the most beautiful picture

Frozen in the warm years

Agarwood in memory

About the Author

Zhang Yaqiao, pen name: Feng Man Lou, Bai Wei'an, ancestral home: Nan'an, Fujian, China. His creative areas include: ancient poetry, modern poetry, prose, essays and novels. His works are common in print media and online platforms, and he was the deputy editor of Jinsui Monthly, China Sina. Books: "Want to Fly", "Waiting for You".

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