Border
Yan Mo (Gansu)
The wind and sand seemed to tear apart the Gobi Desert
The warriors struggled to advance
I looked at the endless border line
It is no longer possible to distinguish between heaven and earth
My first time out on patrol
The flag on his shoulder swayed in the wind and sand
The warriors died against the flag
Bumpy feet
Firm convictions stand firm
Ideals should not be lost
Rolling blood sprinkles the frontier
Eating wine has a feeling
Yan Mo (Gansu)
One
Drunken and empty,
Lost mind is not measured.
Sending affection from two or two wines,
May the king be at his discretion in the bright moon.
However, the Twilight Dynasty is suffering.
Trouble, every year is sad.
The rivers and lakes melt into all kinds of suffering,
The crowd is born plain.
More than a decade of hard reading in the cold window,
May the future ride the waves and sing!
Two
A glass of turbid wine is in the heart, and a few cups of thick wine are even more sad.
A cup of free and full cup, the hustle and bustle of several degrees of depravity.
Encounter the soul of the hometown of fine wine, and traverse the mountains and rivers.
One person drinks alone and saves alone, and the crowd drinks and enjoys the carnival.
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About the Author:
Qian Xin, pen name: 阡陌. He is a member of Mai Jishan I Culture Weekly and a member of the Shuishui Poetry Society, and his works have appeared in tianshui daily, green onion years, Hua Nian, Taiwan Good News, poetry ruying and other publications. He has won the first prize of the "Theme of the Sixth Plenary Session of the Nineteenth Central Committee", the third prize of the "Centennial Birthday Speculation on Youth", and the "Chaoyang Cup" Excellence Award.