Poems by Sima Xiangru and Zhuo Wenjun

Phoenix, phoenix, phoenix, phoenix, phoenix, phoenix, phoenix, phoenix. When I met nothing, I didn't know what to do. Why don't I go to Si Shang tonight? There are gorgeous girls in Lanting, and the people in the room poison my intestines. Why do you want to be a mandarin duck? You fly together. Phoenix, phoenix, phoenix, phoenix, phoenix, phoenix, phoenix, phoenix, phoenix, phoenix, phoenix. Friendship must be harmonious, who is in the middle of the night? Phoenix phoenix phoenix phoenix phoenix phoenix phoenix phoenix phoenix phoenix phoenix phoenix phoenix phoenix phoenix phoenix. The phoenix tree is sunny in the morning, with weak feathers and high water. -Sima Xiangru's "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix" and Wen Jun's "White-headed Songs" are as white as snow in the sky and as bright as the moon in the clouds. I heard that you have two hearts, so I came to break up with you. Today's fighting party will lead to tomorrow's ditch water. On the butterfly ditch, the river flows east and west. It's sad. When you get married, you don't have to cry. I hope to win a heart and never give up. The bamboo pole curls, the fish tail swings, and the man's spirit is heavy. Why use a money knife? And attached a book: "Chunhua Fang Jing, five-color Su Ling, the sound of the piano is still in the imperial system, and the new sound replaces the old! Jinshui has a honeymoon, and Han Palace has water. That thing is new, and the embarrassing people in the world are ignorant! " She was still angry, and then she wrote two lines: "Zhu Xian is broken, the mirror is gone, the morning dew shines, the fragrance rests, the bald head sings, and it's sad to leave. Try to eat more, don't miss my concubine, and make soup with you! " It expresses her persistence and yearning for love and a woman's unique firmness and tenacity. One day, Sima Xiangru sent his wife a letter with 13 words: 1,234,567,891 million. Clever Zhuo Wenjun burst into tears after reading it. There is only one "100 million" missing from a row of figures. Isn't it a hint that my husband is not interested in himself? Her heart is as cold as water. With a very sad heart, I wrote a poem about Lang. His poem says: After a farewell, the two places hang together. Although it is March and April, who knows five or six years. The lyre has no intention to play, the eight lines have no transmission, the nine-ring chain has never been interrupted, and the Shili Pavilion wants to wear it. I can't understand it, I can't understand it, so I have no choice but to blame Lang. There are thousands of words to say, and you are bored. On the ninth day, you can see the lonely geese, and the full moon in August is not round. In July and a half, incense is burned to ask for heaven, and in the dog days of June, I am not moved. Pomegranate is like water in May, but it is watered by cold rain. April loquat is not yellow, and I want to be confused in the mirror. In a hurry, the peach blossoms floated with the water in March, and the kite string was broken in February. Hey, Lang Lang, I wish you to be a woman's man in your next life. Ma Xiangru read his wife's letter and couldn't help marveling at her talent. Looking back on the love between husband and wife in the past, I was ashamed and never mentioned the matter of leaving my wife and concubinage again. This poem became Zhuo Wenjun's masterpiece digital poetry. Read it carefully, its love and hate are intertwined.