A drop of dye heaven and earth.
Idle swords and lazy grinding,
Only Yunge officials are invited.
I like this new tree,
Pay a sigh for the fleeting time.
Xiang Mu Yun,
Fragrant. Zang Wei Linquan should ask me,
Good vegetables are different.
Correct yourself and be brave,
Two or three old cranes.
My teacher loves me,
Sex has to be paid in heaven.
The murder case blew Yuan Xiang,
Quietly face a furnace of incense.
I want to remind the questioner that "life is not a whole", which can be changed in poems and has different meanings, but my last two poems have long lost the meaning of love, and they are real Tibetan poems, doing "life". I'm tired of being frustrated in my career.
A little clarity is worth thousands of dollars.
There is nothing to decide before death,
I only doubt that flying is as good as the atmosphere.
Aegean loves wine and poets,
Fu proposed to be a man of mangoku.
Lu Xiang returned to the wild goose.
The censer peak went down for no reason.
When Zang's Xun Ling saw you, he should ask me.
But that's just the truth.
A sad song happened in vain,
Autumn cranes are a pair of boats.
Different looks, hate and love,
This kind of happiness in life needs to be paid in heaven.
Their shadows dance upside down in the southern river,
Red dew is fragrant.
Who can make me miss you in Tibet,
You pass on your ideas one by one.
I have never been born before,
Just to make the first emperor strong.
When I return to China, every time I love Zhu Ju,
Sadness and happiness are paid in secret.
Stretching for miles in three places,
Cloudy valley with fragrant birds, fine birds.