"To Li Zimeng"
Treat people and objects comprehensively, how many ceilings in the world?
For the wife and mother, the world is not in vain.
——Written on the third day of the first month of Nongyin, February 3, 2022.
Iron-billed steel teeth in the temple, the abdomen has a poetry book self-aura.
Boundless admiration for the king can be known? How can you be cold from above?
Jun is already high on the Dan Majesty, and cannot be a small four-square of Mount Tai.
How many prisons are their own, infinite regrets in the lone reward.
Fluttershy
The screen is full of incense, and the world's major events are in the tongue spring.
If there is a heavenly lun around the stove, the gods and immortals hang in vain to the east.
A drop in the ocean has passed through the white colt, and only happiness is the grasp.
The little girl does not only look at her husband, but also a husband.
It is a poetry affixed with orchid knots, a laughing poem book daughter incense.
Who empathizes with this life and the moonlight of the willow bank.
Raise the case with a small eyebrow, a small window, and a small bird.
The whole table is not tasteful, and a plate of small roast is self-indulgent.
The group of poems is not only Zi Meng Jun, good men and women are willing to hear more.
People are unhappy in this life, and all pretexts collapse.