Qingyi poetry

First frost.

Open in front of Xiliu Temple.

The glacier has frozen.

Be silent with each other

I sat quietly.

Look at the riverside of the years

After a horse fight in my youth

mild

I'm listening.

Lu Hua fell into nostalgia.

I'm coming.

As quiet as when I came home.

only

You in the morning mist

whether or not

Still grasping the fleeting yesterday.

The world is far away.

nearby

you said

When the wind blows.

I will.

Will live in your dreams.

The other side where life stands.

Spring eyes

Wind of Song and Tang Dynasties

Jump over the fence

A glimpse of your star eyes

visible

Green and red rhyme.

From precious memories

Take a willow flute.

Printed on the wind lips

It's just the closest distance.

Sing shallow and sing low.

Who said Yan Tao was drunk?

But a wisp of fragrance

Closer, closer.

Low eyes

You can walk in.

Water clouds are full of sleeves, and butterflies turn around.

I flinched, too.

Let the mountain paint.

Lu Ren Yan Ying

Take a river.

restrain

Splash painting and painter.

Holding a wisp of willow silk

Wash away dust

Apricot curtains slightly closed.

Follow the footsteps of the wind

Win in a row

Gently ... even gentler. ...