"The north wind blows the grass in the north, and eight In the snow crosses the Tatar sky." "The lonely smoke in the desert sets the yen." "If you want to drink the pipa, you must be urged immediately." "Why do you complain about the willows? The vernal equinox is not enough." And "I advise you to have a drink and go out of Yangguan for no reason."
Modern Poetry: Corridor by Xiao Xun
In early summer, my heart was active in the corridor.
Green,
A blue corridor.
Northern grass clothes,
The clothes I wear;
A slim figure reflects slim eyes,
Diverse a little yellow;
Flowing into the faint corridor.
My half-baked clothes are cool,
Floating in the panic of the sunset,
Like a pair of slightly spread wings,
Cold and proud, silent and melancholy.
I wander, looking for the sun;
The corridor lost its warmth,
But it fell into my heart,
Projected on a door that has been closed for a century,
Wandering, excited, comfortable.
I wander, wandering in this corridor full of expectations;
Looking forward to my crazy body hair touch-
Fence river, dog tongue, a beautiful "hometown".
The green jade sound glows with the original leaves of Fan Xiao's memory,
I rowed the boat into my heart,
A heart is active in the corridor of the atrium. ...
There is also "Shili Cloister Fu"; A Dream of Red Mansions: But it's no use crying over spilt milk. Will arrive at the shadow monastery. The fairy first floated and smelled musk orchid; Lotus clothes are moving, listening to the clang.