Tasha Xing Chunsi
Text/The end of the world is a tired guest
The rain hits the river boat, the smoke bullies the shore trees, and there is no place to return in the spring of a city. The flowers do not forget last year's sorrows, and who they complained to this year.
How stupid after drinking, crazy to lack of understanding, life is the same. Dream with flowers, get drunk and live with flowers.
Tasha Xing, send old friends
Text/The end of the world is a tired guest
There are no words after drinking, there are tears in front of the lamp, thinking about people sleepy and sleepy. It is clearly by the Han River again, and the long causeway is fragrant with poplar flowers.
The geese are sad, the flowers are haggard, and who knows the taste of a dream over the years. Homesickness is not stronger than sorrow, and the frost is as cold as water under the moon.
Tasha Xing, Autumn Bitterness
Text/The end of the world is a tired guest
Dust obscures the starlight, and clouds pollute the ears and eyes. The sky will be lonely and cross-hearted. The song is intermittent and the Chinese listen to it, and they must understand it.
Helpless, pitiful. In the autumn wind season, Lin Tao is bitter. Flowers and leaves flying, where to complain about what is in your heart.
Tasha Xing, Ji Du groaned
Text/The end of the world is a tired guest
Smoke is produced in the distant mountains, and clouds turn into fog. Return to the crow tired of swooping on the nesting tree. The ordinary trail is hidden in the mountains, and the sages can be in the vast place.
Gains and losses are inseparable, ups and downs are easy to envy. False names have always misled people. The sky is endless, and there is no need to worry about going back and forth.
Tasha Xing, Spring Guest Thought
Text/The end of the world is a tired guest
Share a cup in a dream, pick up tears in a poem, and detain a traveler for many years. He smiled at the east wind, and the flowers were bright and the willows were drunk.
A little green mountain, a lot of green water, the country voice has not changed, no one knows. Gong Shang is the same as the bird's voice, who knows the taste of the bird's language.
Author: Yang Shengli, male. Pseudonym Tianya Yi Ti Ke, 65 years old. A native of Tianmen, Hubei. Member of Anhui Poetry Society. Member of the editorial board of the Elite Dictionary of Contemporary Chinese Studies. He has published more than 300 poems in more than 20 newspapers and periodicals, such as "Wencui", "Tianmen Literature and Art", "Literary Circle", "Central Plains Poetry", "Poetry World", "New Poetry", "Changjiang Poetry Union", "Zhongying Culture Daily", "Yangtze River Poetry Newspaper", "Sun Poetry Magazine", "Qiulin Poetry Magazine", "Western Writers" and "Chinese Ancient Rhyme". His poems have been compiled into a variety of poetry collections. He has won many awards in national poetry competitions.
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