Please, I really like Tibetan poems written in ink.

I am a canoe.

I won't change my mind about Rosa.

I like watching fish swim in groups.

Happy to meet the boat, I smoke in clear water.

Brush painting hongtu west lake water

Ink books travel thousands of miles.

Jiangshan pays for the autumn wind.

The lake and the sea are free.

General idea:

One boat, one water, one person, full of true feelings, missing the motherland and knowing friends.

It's good to see the fish in droves, as if welcoming the boat and me. Clear water and misty waves also add fun to the water.

Take out a pen and paper and draw tender feelings like water. The West Lake is like a red face and a splash-ink book.

Alas, dreams are like mountains, out of my control. There is no trace of melancholy in the autumn palace, leaving only one boat, one water and one joy on the blue waves of the lake and sea. ...

Yanyu can't understand words, even words are difficult to write, only the word "love" is nonsense for expert advice ~