Wing Liu
Contemporary life is about enlightenment
Pass the child whistle around the beam
Graceful Yossie
Unintentional self-cultivation
Green string swallow

When I was a child, spring came, and the willow branches had just sprouted, and the willow branches were used to make a flute, and the sound rhymed around the beams.
There are hearts to plant flowers and flowers, and there is no heart to plant willows
Tribute to the poems of the Yong Liu of the past dynasties:
"Wing Liu" Tang He Zhizhang
Jasper dressed as a tree high,
Ten thousand strands of green silk draped down.
I don't know who cut the fine leaves,
February spring breeze is like scissors.
"Wing Liu" Tang. Han stubborn
Wrapped in rain and dragging wind, I can't sustain myself, and my whole body is powerless to hang to people. The jade fiber was folded far away, just like when Guanyin was in his hand.
"Wing Liu" Song. Zeng Gong
The chaotic strips have not yet turned yellow, and they rely on the east wind to go crazy. Untie the flying flowers and the sun and the moon, and do not know that there is frost in heaven and earth.
"Wing Liu" Tang. Xue Feng
Weak plants are frightened and hurt themselves, and Twilight comes to think melodiously. Zeng Piaozimo followed the heights and dared to whisk Zhu Yanjing short and long. Haunting and dancing, swooping pool like snow and frost. Mo Ling's path was frequently climbed, and he gradually planned to hang down to the painting hall.
"WangjiangNan" Tang Dunhuang song
Mo Pan me
Climbing me is too biased
I am Qujiang Linchi Liu
The man folded the man's climb
Love for a while