Nostalgia at the end of the year
Author | Sun Chengbo
(New Rhyme)
The past has become a smoke, and the glory is in vain.
Calmly taste the taste, poetry warms the heart.
Speech
I am self-sufficient, loyal to my duties and dare to take responsibility.
Sour, sweet and bitter into memories, Mu Yu comb the wind and then endurance.
Happy New Year
In recent years, the green mountains are not old and the moon is missing.
Basil dreams of butterflies, humble eunuchs look for rhymes to fill in.
Rejoicing in the prosperous world of Shenzhou, Shu Huai's chest is far from the smoke.
Mei Xiangxue is thin and warm in winter, and has gone through vicissitudes and natural nature.
Drunk
A sleepless night hates the night long, and half a life is wasted.
It is difficult to throw away the grievances of the world, and to give the escape to the rhyme.
It is advisable to look at the dangerous places and walk calmly and love to wander.
Ask Jun when he will wake up in a dream, and spend all day idly laughing.
Chinese New Year
(Ping Shui Yun)
The east wind blows willows and makeup, and the clouds gather the countryside and the mountains to cultivate the light.
The water of the Flying Swallow Flying Stream rises, and the cooking smoke is hidden in the hearts of the guests.
With Gao Xialing chanting three gifts, take the path huaxi singing erhuang.
The spring color is getting thicker and harder to enjoy, and there is no more leisure to enter the Cao Cang.
Photo: Li Rujian, Zhang Mingxuan, Network (Copyright belongs to the original author)
Sun Chengbo is a member of the Linqu County Writers Association.