Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is blue.
The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountain.
Horizon, a corner of the sea, intimate friends are half scattered.
A ladle of muddy wine makes me happy. Say goodbye to Meng Han tonight.
A poem that will be better in the future
Qian Fan crossed the ship's rail; Ten thousand saplings grow on the dead trees. )
... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness.
happy
Distant friends bring distant land closer.
I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.
Don't worry. Poetry is really rare. ...
The water town is frosty at night, the moonlight is cold and the mountains are gray. Who says a thousand miles from today, just one dream?
I don't know if the song above is ok. ...
Thoughts are wandering and life is short. Go or stay, it will be another person in the dream. (Also consider these two sentences ..)
.. the new one really can't be written. ...
Feel free to extract two rhyming games and give them to her ~