"Cold Dew"
Written by Yun Fei
When the wind moves, the cold becomes heavy
New people come and old friends leave
< p> I hope you can have a perfect bald headSpend the rest of your life traveling in ink
No matter what, no matter what
It’s cool and it’s a good autumn
p>"Cold Dew"
Written by Hlove Wang Yahui
I don’t know when this little beast came
Hiding in the dark< /p>
I probably arrived last night
I didn’t notice it before
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I went out early in the morning
and was greeted by a thousand Shot by a silver needle
I picked up the shield and looked around
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But, I didn’t fight for the chase
Hold a cup Hot tea, I beg for reconciliation
"Gengzi Cold Dew"
Text/Yixiao
Still wearing a short-sleeved shirt during the long night,
Leaning on the railing and looking up To dew new cold.
How can I get drunk when I read at night?
No wine, no flowers, no dream.
"Untitled"
Text/Dark Orchid
Wuye Chilling Cicada
Turbid Water Canopy
I hate the ruthless autumn wind
The beauty is getting old
The yellow grass is overgrown
I am afraid that the lotus heart is bitter
The heart is in confusion
The bird is frightened
A cup of Zen tea
A few pages of scripture
Reciting the sun, moon and stars
Reading through the mulberry fields
Chen Heng on the iron threshold
Sighing at the pines in front of the mountain
The fog in front of the mountain
The monk in front of the temple
"Autumn Coolness"
Text/Xiyuan
The swallows are gone and they are in pairs
The flying leaves have turned yellow
Gone is the beautiful purple mother's red
What greets me is the crisp autumn air
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A little bit of desolation
A hint of fruity fragrance< /p>
Wisps of longing
A little bit of concern
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Flowing clouds in the sky
Missing in my heart< /p>
Dots of fragrant ink
Jumping on the paper
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The missing paper kite
Flying into the moonlight
A little thought
A little thought
A little love
Gradually becoming a mountain
Gradually covering the water
Gradually changing autumn light
Gradually becoming confused
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"Qilu. Gengzi Autumn Song"
Text/Wang Limin (Mudanjiang)
When the cold dew comes, the old farmer is worried. When will the rain stop?
Dusk clouds spread over the fields, and the wind destroyed the fields out of thin air.
Poor sweat has lasted for three summers, and I can’t bear to cut off the harvest this autumn.
The vicissitudes of the world will be known from heaven, and the crops will be abundant in the current period.
October 6, 2020
Write poems for the fire in the dark, write poems for the sheep on the grassland, write poems for you in my thoughts
Do you want to The first person to spend the rest of your life with must be yourself
Not everything has to be meaningful, live a relaxed life
This night cannot redeem you There is still light in the place where I am
I believe that a flower will bloom in the dust, because there was once a sky full of stars, shining through my chest