Sender (two songs)
Text: Huang Qingsu (Zhejiang)
The spring breeze blows from afar
The sky is full of yellow orioles
The old soul flies up, and may the sea be full of worship
You're not passing by
Hiderui Harano dyed all over
It is the heart that chases the sender in heaven
Put on a battle dress
Invite tomorrow to the feast?? Pick up the old time
Hope to hand over to the spring
Poetry
Poetry is the crop irrigated with my ink
Growing pens and stories
I don't know the nine layers of sunny days in the low chanting and shallow singing
But it can explore the subtleties in the haze
The ink stains on the clothes are impure poetry marks
The poems are faintly visible in the red of life
Camouflage like poetry is also the epitome of happiness
Sometimes it flashes with a wonderful struggle
How many years have it melted
With a body of poetry
No matter what state of mind
The body can be fragrant
Snow falls on the village
Snowflakes flutter and the sound of sparse insects
Stirred up the grass and sobbed
A snow too
Sun-spoiled village spots
Raise your forehead and look at the constant snow showers
Say goodbye to the old and welcome the new in the sound of snow explosions
There is only one day when it is sunny
I am used to seeing winter hanging on the roof beams
Let go of all preconceptions
Winter brew in a hot cup
Thousands of jade trees are planted in the snowfall village
Ten thousand silver
The snow has thickened the smell of the countryside
For the harvesters of Turenaling
Idle Cloud Speech (Outer Song)
Text: Huang Qingsu (Zhejiang)
From quiet to still
It's not too important to think of yourself
Three thousand miles of road into the known wind and dust
Mo Dao, I seem to be a rotten person
The wild crane has a happy heart
Life is not a bouquet of white flowers
I love to listen to Songtao sing the Heart Sutra every day
To the young deities
Don't look for lip prints on rose petals
There is no arrogance, coolness, and life
A poetic way to give words
Capture the bloom of the years
The red dust has moved elsewhere, and I only love somewhere in the world
I am ashamed to sit in the golden gate jade step mansion and listen to the time
Even at the very end of existence, you can enrich yourself
I like the noise of construction the most emanating from the body
The fragrance of the soul of the mountain and the water
Advocating the heroic posture of the flag in front of the horn formation, luanling, and riding two guns to kill the enemy
Weave the simplicity of morning and dusk into a web
Go capture the splendid spring and autumn
Make one that the world recognizes
Young deities
Image: Photo by Reading Sleep Poet
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