Author: Mu Fuxiang (Cangzhou, Hebei)
The Seven Laws When you arrive home late
Hanging wine flags in front of the shop, fragrant and prophetic.
After three glasses of drunkenness, I dreamed three more, and woke up in the middle of the night with a smile.
The west wind mourns the geese, and the lonely boat falls on the moon and separates.
When returning home and relatives are not sure, when the ship arrives at the end of the year.
The Seven Laws are aimed at all directions
The long road is smoky and twilight, and a glass of turbid wine is drunk.
Climb to the heights to think about tears, and regret the hurt in the wind and rain.
sighed that the lonely lamp had to be a last resort, and it didn't matter if it drifted thousands of miles.
The years are like flowing water, and the farewell homeland is full of aspirations.
Seven Laws Bosom Friend
Feng Pavilion plays the wonderful piano, and it is rare to meet a bosom friend in Chaimen.
Cold clothes and hats are the same as life and death, and the humble room is sparse about the past and the present.
See you on the two-sleeved breeze map, and find three glasses of turbid wine in your dream.
There is no helplessness in poverty, and there is a heart in danger and danger.
The author, Mu Fuxiang, a native of Cangzhou, Hebei Province, served in the army for 15 years, and worked in the public security department until his retirement.
Editor: Li Xunxiu/You Baoqing "Qingyanwei Literature" Editorial Department