Every day's original poems and dreams, don't rub shoulders with me anymore
◎ Just a mountain eyebrow lazy state, so as not to pass by will move the feelings that have long been flooded, the ink painting is Qingdai, the calligraphy is written in small letters, and after a long time it will turn into dust, which one is unrepentant, still wandering in front of the mountain, reverently burning incense, worshiping again and again.
Aoyama, don't learn from Jianghai, leave some romance for the arrival of the poet. - Snowless
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"The Book Is Not Enough"
Text/Daytime
A rose so small
I wanted to write all my romance
I'm afraid that Rusu can't agree either
Until the roses slowly wither
Nor could it leave a word
It's all blown in
It's called the wind of memories
◎ The snow that killed Chang'an, but the blade slaughtered the spring light, otherwise why haven't you come yet, leaving me half drunk and swaying water.
The hundred flowers dared to put it first, and the wicker was folded into the first prologue, and the spine was bent by the dew. I strolled to your eyes, the east wind shook the bell, and just as I was about to say goodbye, you said first: "I heard the beginning of the romantic story, it is better to be late." ------------------
"Roses Can't Be a Metaphor for Love"
Text/Hlove Wang Yahui
If the rose represents fiery love
If I plant a yard full of roses, will I be able to harvest love?
I was still a child, so naïve to think
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Much later, the roses bloomed
Roses fade, and roses wither to reveal spikes
I just woke up
Love is nothing but the wind, it is snow, just the seasons
It has nothing to do with blossoming, nothing to do with spikes
It only has to do with the gentle eyebrows of such a person
◎ To write poetry, you must first raise a glass to the drunken breeze, and then you can open your mouth and chant the ancient chapters. Those who come and go may be humble, or shoot the mountains and bamboo, the five mountains can also be delicate, not brave or try the edge, just because of love can climb the wheel of the moon.
You see, poetry doesn't matter, just plant a seed, whether it blooms or not. - Yun Xi
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Text/Sansheng pen and ink
You must have forgotten to go to the appointment
So it was late for this spring snow
The one who is dressed in pure white flowers
Not a peach, it's you
It is a plum that is open to the heart
I had a long dream
On that silver-clad night
Dreaming of spring returning to the earth
Snow and ice melt
Dreaming that you come by the wind
Cheers for me
I also dreamed of grass warblers flying
Suddenly it's fireworks in March...
2022.02.22
◎ Where are you hiding, and are you alone with the swaying shadow? Letter walking street, hold your hand, with a bouquet of roses in your heart. The broken starlight in your eyes illuminates me with sadness, cold and summer, drunken grip on the firmament, and finally not worthy of the long years.
Looking closely at this silent star stone, I felt that it was unusual. Don't wait, white hair urges people's eyes, people take tea cold. ——Han Qing
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Text/Huang Qingsi
The days under the eaves, writing off self-pity one by one,
Sitting in your own heart, the scenery can be zero
Ward off the cold with courtesy and welcome every day
Eat vegetables and eat vegetarian, wear shoes and cloth
Life enjoys being plagiarized to the point of dispensation
The spirit tree sways in all seasons
Early morning, ink spray dusk
You have Natasha, I have Maria
I would like to say thank you for the time and opportunity
Roll up the rusty iron rings in the corners,
Drive a life of love and hate
◎ I often have no mouth, there are words bluntly, how to think of half pushing and half crossing the sea, crossing the mountains, going to the sky thousands of miles away, the Heavenly River hangs up to the sky to the jade plate to advise, talk about this feeling is difficult to hide, you look at me, I am drunk do not know a few inches of square, just a red bean believes that the real moon before the flower.
If the clouds are fast and the water is slow, I will not be able to see the night on the other side of the mountain before I reach the green mountain. - Snowless
"Homecoming"
Text/Mu Chenxi
Dark white mist dreams fly everywhere
Shallow smile back to the heart is also drunk
Snowy night wind and dust all over the garden to send
The teenager returned alone
◎ Let the snake in this cup walk, glimpse the courage of the comers, and if you want to climb the peak, you can't say that the mountain is far away. Just walk silently, and the closer you get, the closer you get.
Lovers are like this, why sigh there is no fun, looking up is not all the scenery of response? - Yun Xi
The Hidden Spring Tide
Text/People-oriented
After the rain
The east wind began to exert force
The sun was warm
Expect love
Willow eyes newly oblique
Opened his eyes
Peach blossoms vomit
Overflowing with dreams
Tender buds sprout
Hope blossoms
Sparkling in the waves
The wild ducks paddle up the water vapor
A faint spring tide is brewing
It's like every expectation
It will all condense into a spring rain
Like every drop of spring rain
It's all a tear of the earth
There is affection
More temperatures
Just drop gently
It will be able to pour out the most beautiful spring
◎ Xingzi said that the moonlight was sold out tonight, and there was no water in the court, so I had to borrow a glimmer of light from candles or fireflies, put in the palace lamp to read the Chu Ci Poetry Classic, stop for a while, I just looked up at the window and saw that you were more beautiful than the moonlight.
Well, after reading the books of the sages in the cold window of these ten years, I have not yet achieved fame, but I have moved the common sentiments one step ahead. - Snowless
"Spring Rain"
Text/Han Xing
Spring
Have their own pursuits
Spawn
The growth of all things
It has its own melody
Drip click
Unique rhythm is gripping
It has its own direction
No matter how high or far away
Also return to the fascinating Earth
Have your own love
Moistened the earth
Green mountains
Written on the evening of February 19, 2022
◎ I compare the spirit to the morning sun, raise a glass to get drunk, and invite songs like rewards.
The chair breeze, drunken to see the bright moon is still the same, clean and clear. Sprinkle your hands to write gorgeous chapters, take the crane to go, it is also like a gentle and melodious
——Northern Journey Dreams
Text/Single Sword
The spring breeze blows
Spring Rain has the power to exercise
Rain saving
It is an insurmountable ritual
It takes an incomparably romantic tone
Show it to people
from now on
A season of spring rains has begun
thereupon
True spring
It is also in the company of spring rain
Walked into the rivers and rivers
The river began to smile
The grass began to grow into life
Vientiane Update
It all started again
Cycle
◎ You are the fireworks that soothe sentient beings, and you happen to pass by me to bloom, and from then on the sun and moon hang upside down, waiting for your re-entry. Withering eroded my first makeup, the world was absolutely beautiful, bright and bright.
And burn this last petal of snow plum to the bone of the majestic pride, so that you can leave incense. - Yun Xi
The Fog
Text/Sea area of one side
If, there is reincarnation
Or go back a thousand years
You will never let go of your hand
It's not fully lit, you haven't woken up
I follow your breath and gently approach
Layer by layer, the hazy white space was lifted
It's never too late to meet
Your fingertips catch a round of Qin Shi Mingyue's warmth
Lightness spreads across your face
Your world is the most expansive prairie
The morning wind awakens the sleeping time
The hazy love that surrounds the world
Acacia lower than the dust
You listen, the poetry of chun yan coming
It's not a cup in your hand
A wine of wine
The breeze crushes the bright moon
A drunken city, sinking into the arms of the earth
Can I hold your hand?
The horse galloped through the ice for thousands of miles
A peach blossom source hidden under the white moonlight
The lines in the palms of your hands are rivers where each other's eyes meet
A dream that haunts the whole charm blue
That starry sky that sea
Not far from the mountains, near the water is soft
I saw the lake in your eyes
A touch of fluttering white, a blooming lotus
Oh, wait until you take off a light veil
Shake off the floating clouds as thin as cicada wings
Honey, I'm going to kiss you
Kiss your wet lips, warm spring
2022/02/17
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Author | Original Poetry | Xuewu / Day Chen / Yun Xi / Hlove Wang Yahui / Sansheng Pen and Ink / Han Qing / Huang Qingsi / Mu Chenxi / People Oriented / Han Xing / Beicheng Mengfan / Shan Bao sword / One Side of the Sea (◎ Thanks to the American masterpiece)
Figure | but mottled a few sentences (a poem and an article authorized original handwriting) (Thanksgiving Beauty Figure)
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