Nine poems of early spring nostalgia
Author: Ai Xiaodong
One
Nearly a year ago, he was a stranger in a foreign land, and he thought of returning to the nine intestines.
The Lantern Lantern is close to the heart, and every festive season is doubly sentimental.
Second
Seven or nine spring is close to the sun, and the ice does not melt the sideburns.
Life is powerless, and the young and strong are greedy to play the boss injury.
Seven nine - winter number nine
Third
Turn over the yellow calendar spring comes early, looking for spring everywhere has not seen spring.
The corner of the house plum blossom three or four o'clock, quietly reported with a lover.
Fourth
Xun Fang did not feel that it was drifting zero, and Chun Xiao was far away.
Water swirls around the bamboo roots to spit bamboo shoots, and smoke cage willows sprout young buds.
Fifth
The spring grass is changed green every year, and the sideburns are repeatedly added silver over the years.
The sideburns are shy and the grass compete for green, and everything follows the fate to keep the truth.
Sixth
Smile at the plum blossoms and listen to the birds with the pot.
The poet is just a poor sour guest, and there is not much need for good times on credit.
Seven
A few plum branches outside the wall bring snow, and dark incense is handed over during the curtain.
Lonely standards do not borrow the spring wind power, a smile and a smile to open their own.
Its eight
Half a life of bondage travel does not remember spring, and the yellow oriole is new and wicker.
Looking thousands of miles away from the south, the end of the world is more or less returned.
Nine
Narcissus was full of emotion, and the micro-steps were moving towards early spring.
Yayun is more beautiful than Mei and proud of the snow, and the fragrance is given to the people who come and go.