- Wandering Whispers
Stringing together the past and the crowded flying flotsam of the marathon, persistent
Asking Zen drums in the twilight, once played in the testimony
Bewitched, he once saved the social fire in the mist like snow
The hurried pace can't go back to the quagmire of the haircut, silent
The autumn moon is sold in the hustle and bustle, and it quietly returns to the Qiang flute
Ink, a letter to you
The murmuring and flowing Tuo rural rhyme!
Sitting on the agarwood paper harrier dancing in the flying flotsam, children flying kites
The ancient hope of continuing the wheat field is only far from the deep
Walking alone, through the slight cold and roundabout battles of the rocks
The passage through the parking area and the leisure of the Emerald Emerald
The green pine that watches over the lonely clouds is determined to hide in the mountain village
Looming!
The beads of the long-term broken thread abandon your reverie
Occasionally, there are inquiries from confidants about the ruins of the siege
The vertical shadow of the rich temple and the poor monk is engraved with a roundabout
Dumpling noodles, green wattles in the rain of the lattice umbrella soaked in the interpretation
In the warm midnight of the night, the wind and water with the sound of snoring rise
You will realize that the stars of life are so bright and endangered
It's like waking up from a dream!
Xiong Er's many words make up for the diversified echo wall
The password of the gardenia blooms hides the withering of the boundless catering
You are for the forgetting of forgetting, guarding the midnight flight
Considering the clouds of Bus, time gives silence
Contemplative, there is a marathon powder moored outside the window
Empower the quiet wild crossing, and the heart blooms quietly!
The brightness of spring comes from the habit of warmth
Warm each other's beliefs and the fragrance of wheat, the words written
Transcription of the sixteen-year-old flower season, missed Shanshan
The splendid man who raised the bonfire is still on the way back
The guitar is rusty, but you're still gentle!
Thank you
Climb to the clouds and fish the moon
Sunday, April 21, 2024 at 23:26