Tang Wan
Wen Shu Ren Jing
In Shen Garden, verses flapping their wings came pouring in
The sound of a sad guqin
Fill the powder walls
Celadon lid bowl in a crack
Yellow wine diagonally overflows with a slightly warm aroma
Red crispy hand, a slightly drunken word
It is like the words of the Song Dynasty
A beautiful sake mask
Fluttering bitterly in the wind
The willows of the palace wall knocked out a jade chime-like sound
Helplessly, the wine bowl is shallow
Can't hold the red, empty melancholy
Pledge with the old One Kinbukuro Mountain Alliance
A man who has experienced the iron horse of Jingo
Fall into the whirlpool under the bridge of sadness
Swing the wolf
Paint the same sad color on both names
"Mo, Mo, Mo"
That groan of pain
Travel through the storms of time
Like a dripping exclamation point
Stuffed with classics
Written on the night of August 12, 2021
Deep alleys
In the deep alley, I was supposed to encounter an apricot blossom
Dipped in the aroma of tea or piano
Who knows, but I saw a guy named Yan Hui
This drunkard
Early in the morning, I served a scoop of wine
Sigh loudly————
Good wine, please give me a scoop to drink
The lustrous colour of the wine in the scoop
Dangling
The shadow of the surrounding nations
Yan Hui couldn't help but think about it again and again
Where the drinks do not raise people
Simply lost the heart of the upward climb
In an apricot blossom
Fall into a deep sleep
At noon on December 5, 2020
About the Author
Ren Jing is the author of the essay collection "Sleep with Your Name", "Want a Mountain", the novel "Floating Life", "Quenching", and has published more than 3 million words.