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Yun:/kloc-on the winter night of 0/960, it snowed heavily and I didn't sleep a wink all night. Sitting up and writing a few paragraphs of a poem is almost a mess for no reason. It's been over a year now, and I won't explain it again. Send it to poetry magazines to enrich readers. Zhong Hongji 196 1 year 1 February1day.
Song Qing
The snow is loose,
The pine trees are tall and straight.
You know, loose and noble,
When the snow melts.
Red Plum
When winter comes,
The flowers are gone.
Hongmei does not give in,
Trees form wind and snow.
orchid
Orchids are in the valley,
I don't know myself,
Just for the scent,
People are all over the mountain.
Qiuju
Qiu Ju can Ao Shuang,
Wind and frost evil.
Cold-resistant performance,
What about wind and frost?
Mimosa pudica
Shame on the name of grass,
How can people be shameless?
Lu Lian is not Qin Shihuang,
Tian Heng suffocated to death.
Dead sheep
The late sheep are afraid of going the wrong way.
Dyeing silk grieves Mozi.
I hate pink too,
I hate it. It is purple.
the Yangtze River
Some people are outstanding today and in the past,
Swim across the Yangtze River.
There is enough room for clouds,
The universe is vast and gloomy.
hometown
In my hometown, communes can be seen everywhere.
Mulberry fields are everywhere.
There are 20 thousand silkworm mothers,
Silkworm in eight seasons a year.
My reading
I read long sentences and short sentences,
My favorite is Susin.
Dongpo has a broad chest,
Jiaxuan is even more powerful.
leisure
People with lofty ideals, the sky is short,
Worried people know that the night is long;
I'm different,
Busy at leisure.
That's all I found