I. (Liu Fu)
About author:Liu Fu, male, 57 years old, bachelor's degree, police officer of Huairou Branch of Beijing Municipal Public Security Bureau, poetry lover.
Appreciation:
"Sunset"
Ingenious painting of auspicious clouds,
Colorful and difficult to find,
Red light flew over the sky,
A drunken lady in love.
"Residual Lotus"
The mid-autumn wind carries a hint of coolness
Take away the hustle and bustle of yesterday's summer worms
This lonely twilight
You are naked and mottled
Greet every moon
Experience pain with compassion
Leave the remnants of the lotus for the land collection
You used to be like a flower girl
Leave it to the glory of the world
Let the wind and rain blow
Nor is it worth the appearance of the past
You spit out a dazzling fragrance
It is the object of the world's praise
Your proud freshness
All things are strong with you
Leave the earth with a splendid style
Let people never forget
Your dry body
Low-hanging unkempt head
Once again, life was sprinkled on the earth
Looking forward to the growth of future generations
Shine again
You cleanse the dirt of the world without staining
Your ruins awe me
I hear your whispers
The only remaining stump
Still waiting, waiting
This last ray of light
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