Lu Xun's poem: Self-mockery
What do you want when you are transported to Huagai? You have already met your head before you dare to turn over. I pass through the bustling city with my broken hat, and my boat is full of wine.
His eyebrows are cold and he points his fingers at thousands of people, and he bows his head and is willing to be a Ruzi Niu. Hide in the small building and become a unified body, caring about winter, summer, spring and autumn. Self-titled portrait
The spiritual platform has no way to escape the divine arrow, and the stormy and dark hometown is dark. I wish you could see the cold star in Tsuen, but I recommend Xuanyuan with my blood. Untitled
The trees in Dongting are falling and the sky is high, the eyebrows are scarlet and the shirt is red. There are people beside the river who can't sing, and the autumn waves are dim and dissociated. Untitled
There are many flying generals in Yu's territory, but only ordinary people are left in the huts. At night, I invite the shadows at the bottom of the pond, and my mysterious wine praises the emperor's benevolence. Untitled
A clear Xiang spirit, the pure wind of Jiu Wan soothes me alone. Reluctantly, she lost to Amy Xiao, but became a guest blogger Fangxin. Untitled
An ordinary thing about smoke and water, a fisherman in a deserted village. I'm drunk late at night, and I can't find wild rice anywhere.