YaYun Wenxuan • I love the ancient poem "Man Jiang Hong" Rain gives the eaves sound, by the railing, the clouds are everywhere. Frogs are free, ponds are grassy, and summer is brittle. The heart does not follow the flow, the feelings are long visits, vertically coming and going, tie

Ya Yun Wen Xuan • I love ancient poetry

"Man Jiang Hong"

The sound of rain gives rise to eaves, looking at the fence, the clouds are everywhere.

Frogs are free, ponds are grassy, and summer is brittle.

The heart does not follow the flow, the feelings are long visited, the long-term comings and goings, the new sorrows, the emptiness.

Wind and moon, should be difficult, flowers and shadows, disciples to ask, fame and fortune, only now all turn to each other.

In heaven and earth, Hugh smiled, under the wind and rain, they were all right, and when they were in the Ming Dynasty, there were still a few plums, and the incense was wafting.

Thinking about the past, feeling unbearable, looking for old dreams, asking empty questions, breaking intestines, and the shadow of the goose is difficult to follow the autumn.

But only teach, the dream of the letter book, today's lovesickness, that can be said, this love is only for the king to keep.