Poetry Painting:
——Ink blended poems Branches of red plum shade
Snow Moon Flying Flower FlowIng Year Painting,
Strings of clear music;
Past life acacia cinnabar painting,
An ink-smudged poem.
Thousands of years have not been scattered,
Years of plum heart listening to snow incense;
Sorrow and joy gather and disperse like clouds
The flowing water is gentle and leisurely.
The cold wind blows the flowing hair,
Red cloak white snowflakes,
Cool frost and snow with a heart,
Sprinkle between the eyebrows.
Shallow Dai foils Breeze Groan
Streamer years wrapped in silver
The world of pure beauty stands in the wind
Wait for the Neon Feather Dance.
Acacia traces back a thousand years of light,
Pick up a bunch of hearts;
Life is as pure white as snow,
Neglect is a matter of scruples.
Red plum shade of the branches of the side eye,
Gorgeous floral red gentle hidden;
Dust and earthly scenery,
Never forget always appreciate.
Chinese New Year:
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Why does spring come quietly,
Willow dyed green grass leaves are fragrant;
The spring breeze is proud to walk lightly,
Snow plum blossoms heart.
Time is not sand in the hand,
Clenching your fists is also in vain;
Unconsciously, it has passed,
The passing of youth is gone.
Hope to unfold the new spring,
Secular red dust hidden fountain;
The kite is high and far away,
Cocoon yourself wrapped in silk thread.
Is there a lack of loneliness and emptiness,
Brightly colored roses;
In the middle of the night, the people whispered,
Admire the wandering thoughts of him (her).
Alternating old and new,
The years flow like water;
The pedestrians who are far away do not sleep,
Hope to like poetry quill.