Five Ancient Words (Words Lin Zhengyun)
Text/Wang Mingqian (Gansu)
A cut of Mei Hanjiu meets friends
The cold wind of Sanjiu is cold day and night, and the cold moon is panicked and throws cold light randomly. In an instant, the snow flew on the ground, and there was no yellowing in sight. Only ice is long.
Last night there was a bird frenzy on the platform, looking at the promenade on the left and Mei Fang on the right. Acacia until it touches the wall of the building, wraps around the beams, and goes down to the bed.
Early Mei Fang Tian Cold Nine
Green water seal, every three nine. The cold clouds of the moon night go. The campus has dead leaves and the narrow road frost is old. The broken branches shuttle through the place, and the jade butterfly sticks behind. The road is cold and the water is cold, and the number nine are accompanied by wind and decay.
Idle heart, book willow. Straight to the acacia temptation. The long pavilion is elegant, and the unique view of the oblique sun is thick. But left a cold tree dream, always cool breeze guard. Ask the dead branches, when is the leaf show?
Jade Butterfly Epidemic Outside the World
Count nine cold days, campus silence, alone worry. He also asked the heavens where the virus had ceased. I am thinking about homecoming, the epidemic has spread, the year is approaching, and I am traveling in chaos. Do not stay. Returning to the heart is like an arrow, and hundreds of millions of people are worried.
spring and autumn. The epidemic is alone, hundreds of millions of graves around the world. Speaking of the West, it is rare not to be ashamed at this time. Ask the powerful country, only know the invasion, the virus comes, everywhere to seek revenge. Do conspiracies. Fulfill yourself, on the upper floors.
Looking at the sea tide, the building platform looks far away
Snowflakes are scattered, nine cold winds are cold, and the year is close to the hills. Plum shadows dye branches, thousands of mountains are clean, and clouds and smoke meet the cold currents. Feel the cherry blossoms thickened. Cross the sea in the sky and stroll leisurely. Drink three glasses of wine, and lie drunk on the terrace without shame.
Acacia is worried about drinking, this prosperous and prosperous world, what sorrow is the waxing moon. Whoever sees the falling flowers, comes to look for this season, and the human world has been in a divine state several times. How many night lights stay. The plum blossoms are intoxicating, and there is snow. Myopic pine forest, cold mountains block the night wind rest.
Candle shadow shake red Mei Fang La moon
Wax moon looking for flowers, plum branches cold snow cold courtyard. Amorous writing gives a spring breeze, but it is a pity that the branches are chaotic. Three young buds are light red. The green mountains and cold clouds remain unchanged. There are flowers and tears, where are the three or nine, who fights for brilliance?
Sleepless last night, the campus promenade to watch. The cold wind was cold and hurt, and there was no plum blossom noodles. The Golden City can be seen in the distance. Thoughtful, amorous sighs. It is difficult to remember the mind, and it is necessary to pass the New Year's Pass, and the spring breeze will be called.
