If the moonlight is enough
Text/Zhucheng Nizi
Dipped in earthly snow
This is the bud that is watered by the wind
Nothing comes to Japan for long
There are not so many years of quiet good
Can only sit in some shadows
Unique hot sake
The years are back
I will no longer be me
You certainly won't be you
Freehand
This freehand life is too hurried
Let me be in your autumn waters
Have a dream
No need for Ayara Sanjin
One grass room
Flowers are planted in front of the hall
Plant grain behind the house
Just one season of rice and one season of spring
The monsoon passes through the chamber
Loneliness is blossoming
Bald
Turn around and find out
Too little left for yesterday
The wind is not as gentle as before
So is sunlight
You're gone
Go so fast
I don't know how to settle down
April's flowers fall
The wind rises in June
Thoughts are diseases
I couldn't catch it
You're in a wisp of the time
A small wisp of wind and frost
When empty
Good for it
A night white head
Who can afford it
The other shore is painless
Whether the crowd is also bustling
Whether love and hate also multiply at a rate of multiplication
This life hurts you
Didn't hurt enough
Suppose there is an afterlife
One more covenant
You must close your eyes
Let the tears flow into your heart
Flower Festival
Affection is the breaking of bones and tendons
We are all the bones of the years
Actually, you're not far away
Just like these peaches facing the wind plums
Just can't be forgiven
It is a heart that never grows
You have to do it year after year
Open 10,000 times before you are willing to say goodbye
Zhucheng Nizi: Currently lives in Zibo. The world is big, and the only grain of words makes me feel at ease. His works are occasionally published.
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