Homecoming
Return to the reunion day of the hometown and gather together to have fun.
With great interest, I put pen and ink on the pen and ink, and welcomed the new blessing to write the Spring Festival.
Lanterns hang high to add the flavor of the year, and strong family affection is always warm.
Wanjia lights cold winter night, a cup of turbid wine to complain about love.
snow
Clouds and mist surround the mountains and forests, and the cold wind and snow crush the branches.
Chickens chirp and birds cry to bid farewell to the old age, and dragons and tigers roar to welcome the new spring.
Zen realm
Where the earthly world locks thousands of autumns, the mountain meditates and meditates.
Carefree and greedy, no illness and no disasters and blessings come.
Put it down
Everything in the world is a floating cloud, and only true feelings warm people's hearts.
Under the Bodhi tree, I often meditate and let go of my attachment to the wideness of heaven and earth.
About the Author:
Li Chunping, female, pen name Mengxin, porcelain city sanren, Jiangxi Jingdezhen people. Influenced by the enlightenment teacher since childhood, he has a special love for literature, and his poetry is scattered in various poetry magazines, literary network platforms, WeChat public accounts, and blogs, yearning for idle clouds and wild cranes, indisputable pastoral life, raising flowers and grass in leisure time, dancing and inking, and using poetry to color life. Walking in the gap between words and careers, the dreams of the past have long been fragmented, but I have always believed that the dream is where the sun rises. Careers are only skills for making a living, and poetry is the window of the soul.