Reading Weekly | Poetry Jane - Silver Romance

Hair

Such as reading Mr. Ping's novel

Just sit back

Thrive green silk

It became silvery white hair

It doesn't have to be three thousand

Cocoon for the word sorrow

The autumn sun shines

Rise with the wind

The roots are full of spirits

Floating life and waves to stir up dust

Time went on like this

After a farewell

Ascend to the top

It's all over the place

keep watch

Maple tree Ginkgo biloba Horse chestnut tree

Unquenchable thoughts

All caught by the wind

Fiery and golden whispers

Falling into your hands

You walk with your staff

On a green carpet lawn

The puzzle of the cloth leaf

Look at the sun in the woods

Walk carefully through every space

A small flower that is easily overlooked

It is blooming on the way

Sunset

Melted the color of the fallen leaves

For your back

Set with a magnificent halo

And you're stopping

Look out for the full moon of the autumn equinox

hoofer

Most of the time

It is against the morning light and the moonlight

Lead eight or nine companions

Step on it together

The rhythm of the small speaker

Sometimes it's somewhere at random

Spin alone

Listen to the sound of running water birds chirping

Only occasionally can you get on stage

Let the light chaser be like a nurturing teddy

Follow step by step

Turn grandson to kitchen

Then turn the lotus into the clouds

Turn the flame freeze frame

Beads of sweat are hanging on the smiling face

Brilliant glitter

Monkey Shou

The scribes of the monkey genus are good at writing monkey life

Wave the ink

The four-foot vertical axis is ready to wait

Steady Shou Zi Li

The agile monkey

Teasing you

Friends and seekers are many

Sent the word and sent the mounting

Ask how to paste it upside down

Answer Flower armor head to add more life

Summer reading

Bitter summer on the embankment

In the willow shade of the river embankment

A low stone table on one side

Someone sat cross-legged on it

Low eyebrows smooth the sound of reading

Like a beautiful piano

Knock my sensitive nerves

The pages turn gently

Flower glasses flash on the tip of the nose

A damp towel cools the top of your head

Like an invisible colored pen waved

The picture is perfect and vivid in an instant

I was half-kneeling in the dark

In the eye and in the heart lens

Freeze frame at the same time

There is narration heard

It was the tip that knew the shouting heat

calligrapher

I've been writing all my life

When I get old, I know that writing is not easy

When you are young, your arms and legs are active

The pen is hard-tipped

Writing is just needed

Just twist the understanding

Old wrist stiffening

Use a brush for sublimation

You have to draw iron and silver hooks to the clouds and flowing water

Up to five more pro post

Use the ink pen to receive everyone's pride

Swing under the walls

Practice eye-eye arm strength on the green brick grid

Mountaineering is amazing

Watch the water and be feminine

The essence of context

Ten thousand volumes of Fang Zhiqi

Three years into five years

You can send people spring league

You can be liked in the circle of friends

Book fairs can be on the list

So everyone laughed and said

Heart is soul Word is guts

When you get old, you know what culture is

On duty

Go to the garbage at almost nine o'clock in the evening

Heavy snow was blowing

Whitened the treetops at the head of the wall

Whitewashed the garbage dump

Also white on duty cleaning

The cleaner is an old woman

Before she stood up I thought it was a bush

She staggered over

Reach out to pick up the garbage

Say categorically

I thanked myself for delivering it

She picked up the small cardboard box that had just been thrown into the bucket

Crouch down and lay flat on the side

Says it can be sold

I'll let's wait a while

Went upstairs and hugged her with a stack of old newspapers

She divided the sellable things into two small bundles

Rest front and back on your shoulders

Laughter said it was time to leave work

The snowflakes whiter her waddling back

It was 9:20

She ended her duty at nine o'clock

Look at the footprints on the snow that are far away

My throat began to choke

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