Sensibility
Cultivator
On the 20th anniversary of my father's death, I am busy and prostrate myself with incense in front of the cocoon. "The son wants filial piety and does not wait for him", suddenly felt the five inner pity, guilt inexplicable. It was night, leading the team to work overtime to Dadan, occasionally seeing sideburns from the mirror, looking back on the entrepreneurial life, a hundred senses, can't help but mention a long pen.
The attempt was unsuccessful, and the smoke wave disembarked from the passenger ship.
The swing of the biwa voice is hurried, and the empty string with the mind.
There was a deep cry of mourning, a deep silence.
Straight and lyrical, ups and downs want a thousand words.
Standing up to the envious sea, he raised his body to run wildly.
Shushan diligently seeks paths, learns the sea and raises the sails quickly.
Entrepreneurship is depressed, and life is difficult.
Shoulders to bear the wind and rain, the pavilion and the saddle.
Where do you send your feelings? Looking back on the twilight of life.
The wind scatters old dreams, and the spring falls red.
The floating clouds are sweeping in the morning, and the sun is shining in the sky.
Ascend to the pole and look out, and the avenue enters the Hirakawa River.
Open the box to shoot the sword qi, raise your eyebrows and show the whip.
Although youth has passed away, Mulberry Yu is still inflamed.
Check the old line, and spit out the end of the ink.
The king of the boat shield, the first to hit the water in the middle stream.
(The author is a member of the Chinese Writers Association and a member of the Chinese Poetry Society)
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