The world suddenly narrowed, the gods of heaven
Run to the lower part of the forest and sigh to yourself
Birds hide their flying feathers
The sky is gray and dark, and the rain stars are involved
Rhythmically, beat actively
Yesterday has passed, and it has become warm immediately
Your sentimental and confused verses
Like the rising tea vapor, it rotates and wanders low
The earth is full of water splashes. Lightning followed
For the sake of shining their own existence, rumble
Come to Luochang today to listen to the rain, please don't be impatient
The umbrella that fills the street is the flower of the ancient town
The cool summer breeze is the aroma of Shirui Jiujiu
The tenderness that floats out of thin air is in your heart
Instantly, dreams change, and quickly rise into fog
Today I invite you to come to Luochang to listen to the rain and contribute to the history of the ancient country
Add a piece of legend. Quiet this rainy night
Picturesque, with hazy apricot red street lights
And yesterday's moonlight was penetrating the sword of time and space
Give Bright Days a drunken injection
The poet's hometown
Walk barefoot into the poet's hometown, emotional
Hurricanes are rippling. The night moon on the street is like water
The rising sun was as hot as fire, and the stars were in the morning fog
Hazy deep and tall and clear
The historical Wenfeng Pagoda is mottled
A circle of annual rings in the twenty-first century AD
Standing majestically, the charm points directly to the heavens
Wading along the creek, clean
Creek beds, pebbles large and small scattered
Like the poet's poetry collection, long and short words
The smoke from the cooking is the mother's deep thoughts
A low bridge made of bamboo and wood with several water wheels
Constitutes the oldest mood in the countryside. Mountain meadows
The shepherd boy's melodious piccolo seems to be telling
The wanderer's carefree child's fable
The huts surrounded by fences between the mountains are simple
The winter snowflakes flew and the cold wind was cold
All over the background of a story. A piggyback
The six-year-old girl who loves her brother stumbled with a sigh
After foreshadowing years, he wrote a shocking and vulgar famous article
Between the green forests at an altitude of 3,000 meters, the green lake is like a dream
A bird draped in smoke and rain flapping its wings like a sword
Straight through the dark clouds, soaring through the brilliant galaxy
Like a famous hand painting of landscapes, in the southernmost part of Tianfu
Adjacent to the north of Caiyun. The Qingqing River is the source
The duck is a metaphor, and the azure ocean is the ideal
The peach blossoms in March are gorgeous but disappear in an instant
In the diary, I never saw the girl who was intimidated
Take a leaf paper boat and fish for snow on the Cold River alone
Stirring up the writing, dung soil was ten thousand households in that year
The muse's paradise fluttered with southern music
Tiptoe in the poet's hometown, grass and trees
It's all like his imagination. Plum blossoms standing proudly on the branches
Nestled in the bamboo, the chrysanthemum petals are blooming everywhere
But the season is not enough, and the goddess of the heavens is falling like a flower
I didn't dare to pull out the poetry book in my bag, let alone
Chanting a famous sentence in a frenzied manner, only a few
Sincerely walked with trepidation, walking into the body temperature of the feeling
And the heartbeat of the times