Four Poems by Mo Mei
one
The old fairy drank ink several times and spit out plum blossoms.
Seeing grass turns pale, mountains are different from spring.
Secondly,
Dough is used to wind and frost, why not take root in peach and plum fields?
Turn the first Jiangnan spring like plum, and the moon with flute ash.
third
My first tree, Xiyan Lake, is covered with light ink.
Don't boast about the good color, just let the air be full of dried Kun.
Fourth.
Don't get tired of the dust of plain clothes, it is suitable for mountains and forests.
There are many idle months in the fishing pond, and I don't know when to sleep.