There are poems by Liang Jie.

Early in the morning, on Yanshan Mountain.

In the leaves of the sun,

A gust of wind blew away the sparkling water. At this moment,

I am willing to be a person without ideals,

I am willing to accompany you to the old age, as quiet as grass. -He three old ladies.

There is acacia in the south and acacia in the north. Acacia can be destroyed by Jia's amorous feelings. -"It's getting cold."

People choose their favorite meanings from poets' words. But the ultimate meaning of poetry is directed at you. -"Gitanjali"

We should have met earlier.

But not a hot midsummer.

Just stopped the spring rain.

When talking, the waist is raised by grass.

This is the best time.

-"Meeting" from Gu Cheng

Liang Jie's The Window

If possible

I want a window.

outside the window

The window lattice was dyed red by the brilliance of the rising sun.

Butterflies are dancing among the flowers.

Inside the window

We rely on

It's beauty.

If possible

I want a window.

outside the window

Light and shadow shone in the shade.

The children were rolling on the grass.

Inside the window

We are back to back.

It's beauty.

If possible

I want a window.

outside the window

The new moon hangs on the treetops.

The breeze shook the willow branches.

Inside the window

We accompany each other.

It's beauty.

If possible

I want a window.

outside the window

Stellar half orchid

Frogs.

Inside the window

We curled up on the sofa.

It's beauty.

If possible

I want a window.

outside the window

Flowers blooming like a brocade

The wind blows the grass.

Inside the window

I look at you, you look at me.

It's beauty.

If possible

I want a window.

outside the window

Yunjuanyunshu

Bloom Hua Xie

Inside the window

You're kidding. I'm smiling.

It's beauty.

If possible

I want a window.