Poems written with feet

Don't laugh at the mud wine in the farmhouse, and raise enough chickens and dolphins in good years.

We should only bury future generations, so that the poet can build a grave.

The water and mountains are not enough to see, and the horseshoe urges the moon to return.

I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar.

I am willing to send my son back to his hometown.

Thunder stung the dragon snake, and the rain was enough to soften the original vegetation.

Trembling clothes, Wan Li flow.

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