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Years of Poetry 44

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A green bamboo wins a light horse, and a body of straw is rain and smoke.

A rod alone fishing cold river snow, a lean, a bottle to pay back to the river moon.

A page of the Heart Sutra has been turned over, a bed, a pillow of dreams to carry me to sleep.

A wolf is as thin as a bone, a smile, a stroke of dyeing the blue clouds.

Years of Poetry 44

A white dress in the green forest, a flower umbrella playing with rain and smoke.

Under a swing locust tree, a swing, a spread of colorful wings into the clouds.

A guqin ruo qinghong, a stroke, a string and a pillar Ofs.

A silver bell lightly entered the ear, a smile, a touch of crimson floating cheeks.

Years of Poetry 44

A wisp of sweet breeze comes, and a cup of tea rises into smoke.

A plate of black and white is long-lasting, and once it falls, one son is exchanged for a clean change.

A pool of green dresses and blue waves, a little, a dragonfly standing lotus tip.

A tree and a river are red like fire, and when you look at it, a lone sail crosses the sun.

Years of Poetry 44

A sword frost cold fourteen states, one person and one horse rivers and lakes travel.

An arrow hit the Yuanmen Ji, a promise, and a glass of warm wine to cut HuaXiong.

A shot like a dragon Nagasaka Slope, a rage, a broken drink to frighten the enemy chief.

A little red dyeing the snow in the middle of the plains, a smile, a round of Long Yue Xiang Shuai stealing.

Years of Poetry 44

A singing rooster is white, a smile goes out of the river.

A big road for me to break through, a page, a wave of grass.

A fury will change color in the sky, a sound, a promise like a mountain ancient and modern smell.

A horse breaks through the Helan Array, a call, a cavity of blue blood is a loyal soul.

Years of Poetry 44