"The Leftover Birds of Lidong"
Horse leap
The flock of geese is far away
From the beautiful
Fly to the point
From dot to nowhere
The sun was far away
Warmed up spring, summer and autumn
Turning to the dream
Strings of chills
The Milky Way is covered by westerly winds
Blow away
I don't know how to float
Who's on the boat
I'm alone
The reddish yellow of the branches
Short
Bright
In the bright colors
Do a black and white show
In the flight a cold
Drop the finger of mei hong
Have a date with snow
romantic
The moon only orbits the earth
A few circles
My wings
Definitely
Stir up the spring breeze
About the author: Ma Yue, Ziying, also known as Yi Yue, the lord of the Four Buckets, poet. A native of Huashan, Shaanxi, he is a professional teacher. He enjoys calligraphy, Go and sports. I firmly believe that poetry is on the way to the far side, and the far side is between the lines of the poem