Selected poems| look back like a dream, want to write a bitter heart

"Autumn Morning"

Text/East Side

The moon is faint and the moon is faint, and the wind and smoke are accompanied by the morning sun.

The horizontal slope of the mountain path is sparsely shadowed, and the wild chrysanthemum yellow on the edge of the fence.

Autumn Grass Walk

Text/Spring and Autumn

Autumn water is long and autumn grass is green, and there are many drunken pulses.

Shelley gave me the West Wind Chant, a season of Fanghua all the way to sing.

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Text/North Sheep

The Burrow is full of worries, and the heart is healthy and worry-free.

Fame and fortune are outside, and it is difficult to buy time to flow backwards.

Wood Hibiscus

Xiao makeup is like jade twilight, smiling at autumn frost Xiu Jingjia.

Once hated three thousand Qi to remove the armor, tear marks fragrant Jincheng flowers.

"Chongyang Climbing the Great Wall"

Yesterday, Huang Tong was a prostitute, and Chongyang climbed the Ancient Great Wall.

Staggering as he pleased, he swept away and blew away the sick face.

"Little Heavy Mountain, Late Autumn"

It's late autumn again with yellow leaves. Crabapple pity thin water, accompanied by oblique sun.

Three more curved night cold. The clouds are faint, and the moon outside the curtain is like frost.

Red makeup on mirrors. Leaning on the wind to make shadows, reflecting the west window.

Flowers bloom and butterflies love not for incense. Keep together, hold hands to warm the atrium.

"Seven Absolute Late Autumn"

Text/Xinya Yang Zhaobin

The green pines in the distant mountains are nearly fiery red, and the shallow water of the stream reflects the Danfeng.

The clouds and fog are flying around the rain, which is the meaning of the late autumn painting.

"A Cut of Plum Autumn Thoughts"

Ridge uphill hill maple leaf Dan. The branches are sloping and the wind is cold.

Pinghu Lake dry lotus late autumn, geese fly south, the township letter is difficult to return.

More missing lights dim clothes are single. Half a pot of sake, drunk on the edge of the fence.

Sending love to the new green to wait for the spring light, butterflies love the flowers, and the hearts are tied together.

"Picking Mulberries, a Gust of Wind"

Text/Star not Star

Once dreamed of clouds, north and south, west and east. North-south- Lonely deep garden cold lock tong.

Leisure moments come and go as they go. Go also in a hurry. The past is nothing more than a gust of wind.

"Seven Absolute Wing Chrysanthemums"

Text/Small bridge flowing water

Autumn flowers are pink and purple and yellow, colorful and beautiful.

Lazy and Hundred Rui compete for spring glory, and the wind is leisurely and proud of frost.

"Kiku no Gin"

Text/Zhang Jianping

This autumn there is a lot of rain, and the chrysanthemums are late.

Frost falls on the cold fence, and the sun fills the slope.

《Night of September 12》

Text/Lee Ka Wing

Ask the wounded parting, drifting back to the old forest.

A glass of wine alone, a heart of ten years.

The water is leisurely gone, and the acacia is late at night.

The moon is bright and the birds are frightened, and the wind is chaotic and the autumn sounds are chaotic.

"Jian Jiang Qiu Huai"

Leaning on the tall building complains about the night, and the autumn color of the River is cold and Xiaoxiao.

The steep wind cuts the shadow of the sycamore, leaving the acacia to comfort the loneliness.

"Kesi"

Looking up at the sky, meditating in the shadow of the moon.

Wu Gang leaned on the laurel tree, and Luo Wei cried in the autumn wind.

Dripping tears in your eyes, how many leaves are left?

Leaning on the railing is eternally sad, and the guest thinks of the ancient and modern.

"Long Sentence from Changsha to Hubei"

The grass and trees looked at the fans, and Yang Hua was indifferent and miserable.

Who sighs the xiangjiang river for the long night? Who teaches shu birds to cry at dusk?

Looking back on the floating life is like a dream, and the desire to write a letter is untitled.

The spring wind shattered the lone lamp shadow, and it went to ChuXi one by one.

"Chant of Genghis Khan"

After a lifetime of fighting horses for Xuanyuan, Zhao Song fell into a downward trend.

Who knows falcon ambitions? A bent bow and an arrow shot at the Central Plains.

"Seven Absolutes to Send Jiangnan"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

Autumn deep garden road chrysanthemum fragrance, strong bamboo smoke cage across the shore cool.

Drunk don't look at Yun Mengyue from afar, Sijun's white hair is old and long.

"Seven Tricks and Swings"

Fluttering thin belt a placket wind, willow rain contains smoke chrysanthemum female red.

The swing branches in the bamboo are fixed, and the mountains and rivers are in the mist clouds.

"Five Laws, Siping Village Peach Blossom and Gift"

The cold weather is early and fragrant, and the leaves are soothing after the rain.

The face is quiet, and the gray hair is busy at dusk.

The red letter contains the shadow movement, and the ink painting is stained with fat incense.

Make me three wishes for three lifetimes, and accompany the king to this life.

"Five Absolute Nights of Poxi Taihu Lake"

The wild jingping lake is wide, and the peach period is full of apricots.

The vicissitudes of the gulls and herons, the night moon fishing?

"Seven Absolute Mountain Boys"

The mountain boy loves to curb the flying boat, and the clouds and the sky enter the water.

Fortunately, on the moon of the present dynasty, the amorous can be seen in a lake of autumn.

"Five Laws: Early Spring Walk"

Spring heart intends to return, Shudi apricot peach blossoms.

The sun is warm and the clouds are dissipating, and the wind and rain are coming.

Watching Tiansi go to the geese, Gu Ying sighed Xinmei.

Dreams are short and not much, and Shaoguang years accompany.

"Five Laws of Maoshan Huaigu"

The morning light is left to stay, and the cranes are on the high hills.

Heron up moss trace road, tong ge lan leaf boat.

The Cangshan Mountains cover their white hair, and the distant water is strong and clear.

Domineering knows Haojie, and the heart is threatening to relieve travel worries.

"Qing Ping Le Chongyang Thoughts"

Text/Tianya is a tired guest

With the tall goose is small, the eyes are broken.

Ask where the country is good, a piece of reeds is white.

Dusk is not oblique, listening to the clouds spread over the mountains.

Whoever borrows the nostalgia away, the wind blows the fallen leaves.

"Nanxiangzi. Night Thoughts》

The full moon hangs in Qiongzhou, wordless and silent with the current.

Yu Yukong Mingren is not quiet, leisurely, a few trees coconut wind chaotic whitehead.

The shadow stands tall, and the sea hair loves each other in autumn.

Knowing the bitterness of loneliness, resting, drinking into the intestines and not solving the sorrows.

Happy Holidays

Scrawled New Year's Day, who's on who's side?

A few sadness gushed like a fountain. Thousands of waters and mountains fly text messages, a wave of greetings.

I have quit smoking, and I still have no sleep.

New poetry is not new. I remember the joys of my childhood and laugh in front of people.

"Surfing Sands" on Singles' Day

Years, months, days, and hours, every spirit.

Who is the Hero Standing Up? Asking all the joy and laughter, the Tao is youth.

The past is in the dust, nostalgic for being single.

Now I'm too old to open the door. Drinking and gossiping about youth is just as naïve.

"LangTaosha Yanghua"

Colorless and fragranceless, not hidden.

Peach cheeks and apricot eyes are crazy. Think that the spring wind can give strength, just flutter.

Dancing drunkenly slanting the sun, who breaks the soft intestines?

The rioters are too exaggerated. Follow your feelings and take advantage of the time.

"Surf and Frost"

In the middle of the night, Acacia, haggard branches.

Residual old leaves are more difficult to hold. A piece of Wu Yan cold victory snow, sprinkled with new poems.

Read and who knows, not at that time.

Red face white first sing clear words. Mo said that meeting each other is love, despite delusion.

"Surfing sand and reading easy words"

Reading the words of Yi'an, my heart ripples.

Millennia have not been reduced to a monarch. Darker than yellow flowers who are thinner, only look at acacia.

After all the sails have been returned, the past is still faint.

Throw tea on when to gamble. Gentle groaning wind sorrow to pain, pain and who knows!

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