Frost Leaf (Outer 2)
I smell the cold smell in the twilight of autumn
Even the air shouted cold
The fighting crickets were also uninterested
The cold falls on the shoulders and the frost sounds
The frosty branches and leaves of the trees in front of the door were white
Like a silver tidbit
It is beautiful and beautiful
Everywhere is a thick, deep cold color
The frost leaves of a thousand trees do not make people feel desolate
Yiyuan washing bowl pool is not frozen
Whose scene is over there?
The maple leaf with bones and ambitions is more soul-dissipating
Pick up the scattered cattle and call the horses to neigh
To the arms of the Douhan elite
Whoever loves the frost leaves is the first to walk into spring
Beginning of winter
Approaching the low season
The water mill does not move
Warmth crossed the cordon
Rin Kanko
There is another piece of clothing for the long journey
The Bottle opens the Black Spell
Whose dreams the frost falls
The black cypress trees are full of crows
The wind shattered bottles and cans
The lattice of the window shook silently
But winter has to look like winter
Ice and snow don't have to be told to the mountains and rivers
The plum blossom style began to circulate
The bell of the heart knocks open the gates of winter
Pave a silver road behind Qiu's Jin family
Autumn whispers
Pour the autumn wind
The end falls on the cup
You don't go and plunder the wilderness
After frost, the maple leaves burn like flames
The ginkgo tree twinkles with a small sun
The fallen leaves are steaming and long-awaited
Outside the window is the sound of autumn
Not a desolate wind
The frost on the branches was like a dream
Knock down the dry stalk in my heart
White-haired words turn into stars
Ups and downs into another landscape
Export (outer one)
Always go alone, travel far away and lose their partner
Wear a thorn shirt and pants and dance into a skirt
The cliff crossed and hit the waist
Guo Luyun didn't bother to take a look
It's embarrassing, it's collapsed
Even the wind blows backwards wherever he walks
But I don't believe that there is no way out of the world
The white bones of the handsome horse are used as signposts
He also has a map of the sweat of the palm
Hope and longing are tied to youth
Everywhere the morning sun is just as beautiful
Persistently and sincerely go in one direction to the end
and the bear's den and the wolf's road
The footsteps of the dwelling liver and gallbladder torture
There is no regression, only stepping, preparing to move better
There is no danger, and the soul is green, and the soles of the feet are wiped
I pick up the feeling of travel
Wisps of light cast on the mouth of the cave
Incorporate hard work and sweat
Eager to be rewarded at the exit
A piece of wind and leaves
Frost on the headrest, the mood is like green water splashing
Don't use your own hobbies to guide the country
Pieces of crazy red Shu to the world
The story of dissolving the frost wrap
Unforgettable Hui Ze's old days
The champion streamer can't wrap around the teacher's knee
Remember the person before the flowers bloomed
Deliver the season of ideas
Why bother bidding for the love element
The freeze-frame day did not live up to the autumn light
The bell tower is in the chronicle
It looks like it's red through life
Only the morning glow on the horizon is worthy of talking to you
The moonlight jumps in the palm of your hand
The hut is covered with November yellow flowers
Autumn left without leaving a sad back
Winter greetings wave of hands
The end of the close-up face is identified by the mediocre air,
The feast retreats to candlelight
Don't let the moon fly overnight
Poetry warms the soul
Moonlight is like water, and thick words are written
No matter what kind of sky is above you
I let out the moonlight from my pocket
Jump in the palm of your hand
and the light of life flock to tomorrow
Light Boat Cutting Water (Outer 2 Songs)
Autumn water is clear and there is no half of dust
Float on it
In the oars
Whispering against Yiwen's longing
Qin Huai Ye Luo does not need to be mentioned
Read all the broken dreams and elegance
The light boat cuts the water and ripples in a circle
Add weight to Siqiu
A stream of flowers retains your color
Light rhyme and look for new psalms
Crossing my decline
The sea
Like the sea of my wishes
There is no low tide
The first wave to hit the shore was the sparkling scales
There was red in the long shell line
coral
I'm not an occasional swimmer with goggles
The shore is familiar with the walnut tree, and always pays attention to me
I have a wave-resistant rubber boat that can't be broken
Shout to the ends of the earth
There is no separation
The sound of green oars in his eyes sounded
Sigh like a grain of rice and return to time
Extradition of this turbulent sea and sky
Borrowing two taels of ink from the world
It is useless to learn the art of war that makes money
In developed cities missed
The chance to become a material rich
The body of a gentleman is temporarily hidden in the forest
and borrowed two taels of ink from the world
The kraft paper which can be stretched and bent
A pen that works hard
Put the ugly sky
Sketching Night Color Flourishing Stars
Hold up (outer four songs)
The autumn wind rises and the world has few desires
There is nothing to soothe a life of suffering and cowardice
Once the ideal picture screen was as blank
All years are vegetated
The sun and moon don't care about my gaze
The silent shadow sinks into the wall and is not trapped in fame and fortune
Shrink yourself in the shell of poetry, implicate yourself
Hold up the lost and confused
Greet a muddy elixir
Meet yourself
After August, the golden cinnamon did not open
The poems are thinned and thin, and the outfits are down
At the time when kapok falls the most
Meet yourself
Sorry for me
Don't treat your other self as a reservoir of bitterness
Don't be jealous of Zhang Busan, Li Busi has become a nouveau riche
Every sigh I sigh is an allegory
The twilight of the country is not angry or crying
Touching with thoughts, there are still bones and ambitions
In the same boat, the drum corresponds
Life has a beauty that is gone
Pilgrimage routes
Let the attachment flower nest wither
Yang Qi is thousands of years old
Your colostrum is not introduced into the nerves slightly
Seal the piano and dream of leaving the house
The image of the beard fluttering and the wind blowing
The eyes were stained a magnificent blood red
Star Rice Plank Road
One ride
Trek hard to get close to the beauty of God
If the stone is
Hidden in the valley without intention
Don't be a pagoda for a Buddha, don't be a mausoleum for a king
He Gan threw it into the depths of the years and weathered into a handful of red sand
Stand on the road and wait from the world
It was hot to be read by Sisyphus
The body is covered with deep ditches and caves
It is a mark of struggle
The blood of the bison smeared the rope that endured again and again
If you can flash in
What kind of life situation is it?
Keep tapping yourself
A reminder of the years that go on day and night
Once cracked, it is a flower in the world
precipitation
No intention of recuperating in a humble corner
Bypass the long path of time
In the vast water, step by step jump rock and sing
He paced indifferently
Don't ask who will stay in a stream of grudges
Those oaths were scattered like a daw
Fate scratches time
How can it be used to live up
It's just a bunch of brocade
Nowhere to put it
Time is red and reminisces
Bending and jumping rocks to tear off
And in the reflection of the overlapping smile
Precipitated a poem
Invitations
The world is shrouded in phantoms
上帝蹒跚着目光
It's very anxious to wait for the world
Bear the curse of the cold wind alone
The long eyelashes are covered and I look very sad
Don't deal with oncoming honor and disgrace
I refuse the gilded champion banquet
Invitations
Immerse yourself in a cold life and act as your own red coal
The stove of struggle will bloom poetry
Push to tomorrow branches
Invisibility
The chrysanthemum in the east fence is withered, and the south mountain is old
Choose loneliness and speak the tranquility of the song
Don't snuggle up to the red building and do your own eaves
No head, no tail
Neighbors can't call your name
The grass mustard in the back pocket is buried deep in the four seasons
Autumn old wind and cold to develop a lonely lamp shadow
But it is the least weakened and eroded
Be captivated by the myriad of secret symbols
to the door of the deepest knowledge
Practice the Destiny Door Opening Spell
Snuggle up in silence (one song)
Snow falls on the eyelashes, holding a bitter cup to keep warm
雪屋藏娇 偎依寂静
It is the poor who have no silence to snuggle up
Absinthe does not have to be diluted
Block the long day
Gossip is closed at the door
A pale floret gifted by fate
Insert it in the back of the head
Thanksgiving at the dinner table
Aim for life and stubbornly put stones
Strike out the sparks
Make up for that angleless cold star
Single-piece mud sentry
A faint life, obsession fades
Walking for no reason
Stomping barefoot through whose territory
Walk straight and go straight
There is no whip swinging over the country
Only learn to enjoy and caress every grass and tree in the world
Despite the mistake of sticking in the straw grain
He also adopted himself kindly
Minato gathered the rest of the fire
Let the garbage in your heart burn to ashes
One was found in the ash heap
Blow the mud whistle of the years
The years are late, all things complain of cold (outer two songs)
Winter's Territory is littered with the sound of snow explosions
The tree stands in a sad place
Thick ice mountains freeze the stars
The four fields whimpered, and everything was depressed
There is no gatekeeper to place hope
Take a break in the sunset
Heaven and earth are silent, but heaven and earth cannot be abolished
Gather hearts that love the world
Spread the snow and leave the opera house
I have a jug of good wine
Winter is not greeting
The cold bully rubbed his hands and sighed
Rummage through the depths of an old cabinet for padded clothes
But I found the best mash of my thoughts brewed in a few seasons
Wishes made simple
And life does not lose its atmosphere
With the silver cup of the sun and the moon
Invite a cup with the friends of the wind and the cloud brothers
The snow on his head and the grievances in his heart disappeared
Boiled ink on heroes
Get drunk for tomorrow
Stargazing at night
The quiet night sky is busy with the footsteps of the stars
Twinkle there, light up here
Each of them has expired their terms of office
I also give the Virgo of the night sky
Skipped over the dreamy Bixi
It was like a girl's unique eyes
It was like a glow of kingfisher feathers
The intoxicated clouds are unwilling to fall
Rat bite Samsung doesn't have to be wrapped in mixed Aya
They draw vitality from each other and nourish life
Don't rush to fly to the constellations
The little dreams around me are also beautiful
The light is narrow and narrow, and the mind is full of things
Constantly bursting with light in the depths
Yasui
Cover your head with tiles and stand on your head
The sloping house is built with mud, and the thorn flowers are full of grass windows
The house is inhabited by a bright spring breeze and a bright moon
The ink ripples are so bright, what ugliness is the gentleman's residence, what sorrow there is
The crow can't open the door
Pages of poems on the bedside with paint off
No waste paper identification
There is a shadow of time swaying in the sentences
Write, write, read, and read every day, and have poems on the ground
It was as if a lifetime of desire had been released
Although fate is closed like an ancient wall
And the sound of the footsteps of the book is the key
Ginxue
The snow is getting heavier and heavier, and the sky and the earth are white
I don't trample on the snow, the snow has the plum blossom heroic wind
Patches of snow are thousands of books
It is worth all things to be exhausted
The world is small, and I am even smaller
The world is big, and the self is bigger
Snow never collects itself
Snow Fall Soul Melt Oil
Snow is the steady wife of spring
It is the matchmaker of the harvest
The snow illuminates my darkness
Reflections of dust fetters and reverberations
I can't help but praise the snow and promote it once
It has built a living building in the vertical and horizontal ditches of the world
The end of the year is here again
The roof tile grass grew a few inches
The ringtone became thicker
A few branches of heart fruit bear half green and half yellow longing
There is still one petal left in the fallen flowers, and the west wind is alone
It doesn't matter where your desires and dreams have gone
The grass can't catch the red dragonfly in the years
The rush of life is found in another album
The snow blows through the heart that is still full
New Year steep
Don't complain that life is only a ladder
The Interior of the Day (Outer 2)
There is more living sand than fine sand
You can't erase the traces of ant life
A person's banner is often disturbed by majesty on all sides
The roar of time exploded on the joints
This era is too refined
The three and two clothes look rough
Constantly polished by the cold light
Ying's blood meets a cold embrace
Treat wounds with blood-stained primers
The body is like a tree, and the heart contains flames
All things are silent The poet's plum
Unique 馥郁
sky
The years are not in the shape of flowers
The road was still muddy
The stride marks are deep and there is not a trace of the world's red traces
Bumps along the way and cocoons on the soles of your feet
There is not much left in the happy warehouse
Lost verses in the cold wind
Become the Death of Winter
The shipwreck of life is a pantomime
Can't afford to frighten the wings of the ambush
expectation
For that hope
Let the thorns pierce the soles of the feet
The heart is peachy
Catch on the edge of a dream
The neck can't be unfastened
The world is constantly mudding my face
Gloom rage bursts out with confidence
Underwater carved dragons are kept on vellum paper
Dig out all the hole cards and do not make any commissions
There is a ship in the distance to contain the drifter
I don't know how I'm going
That season
Then let the soul ferry
Author: Huang Qingsu, currently lives in Wenzhou City, Zhejiang Province. His works have been scattered on periodical platforms such as "Rushing Stream", "Qingming", "Green Wind", "Yalu River", "Qinghai Lake", "Special Zone Literature", and "Zhejiang Poets".