The following five poems span just four years. Behind each poem, there is an important stage: simplicity, infatuation, confusion, eagerness and high spirits. After careful consideration, I have roughly outlined the whole picture of my study in recent years, and specially selected them.
There is no other way, so let's miss the university that is about to die!
after all, being sorry enough is not a reason to forget.
In the early morning of October, 211, the dark night and the appearance of montage
merged into a
long river with melody out of tune
unbroken strings
fragrant yarn
hazy window
listening to an old song
that is, emotion should be shoulder to shoulder that year
. The wild wind in the field
is so uneasy
whether you are half asleep and half awake by drinking with a sword
or the sad color
The autumn leaves are flashing
The leaves are yellow
Waiting
The incomparable boat
The slender show is staying with the appointed city wall
So the afternoon sun is warm
. Travel far and wide
However, I miss the lonely street
trembling
and those seemingly absent encounters
have never gone away
Note: I can't sleep late at night on October 14th, and I feel sorry for singing with my roommate.
friends are in a bad mood at the meeting, and they all love each other, which covers the cause of the past.
April 212
In the dead of night
I watered every star
under the banyan tree with water from the Milky Way.
Acacia flowers
Every kind of palpitation you smell
is the fragrance of flowers in your arms.
Hide
You said: I am familiar with this smell
I have to get up.
hold your head up, Dear
I still have the smell of it in my hands
214.1
cicadas chirping outside the earth wall
annoying ears
tea stalks lazy to sleep in a coarse bowl
three or two faded
ceramic pieces like white jade flying
a shower writing on the eaves
a robe hanging high
. The platform is higher than the shrine
The patch covers the window
The crimson palms attract the thoughts of late spring
The meaning of twists and turns
Thousands of subtleties are all here
The flute is melodious and sweet dreams
The wonderful pen of black dragon is in full swing
There are half a cup of good wine today
And don't rush to sigh
The cows in the shed.
colorful satin is a thing of the past
playing with words in the palm of your hand
-"Heaven is not thin, I am
a mysterious pen holder "
Who knows that it is difficult to be in the same boat through thick and thin
However, a dead dog and a half
knowledge and so on
evolved at such a time
and were all changed into swords
-------------. Think of this layer, not from sadness.
May, 214
It's not dawn yet
The rain is too early
It rises and falls vaguely
The beating is extraordinarily long
Without the wind and thunder
It's gentle
Like her face in a dream
I haven't paid attention to the dimples under the eaves for a long time
I've been drinking homesickness for many years <.
Pipa withers in the quay
Red thread unties
Wash the tears of the night before into a river
Surge in the fireworks
There is an echo
I am afraid to open my eyes
I am afraid to find
the street lights in this city are degraded
Birds are afraid to return to their nests
Indus' small hands
. The rain comes
after all, it's too early
215.3
If you want to tear me
then come
Damn fate
I'm not afraid of my soul being shattered
I just warn you
Be careful
Countless broken me
still make you, I'm heartbroken
I'm going to blow the horn of killing in the accompaniment of the gale
The machete that has not been stained with blood for a long time
It's already drawn out of its sheath
Even if there are ghosts and gods, Bad divination
You have to make this gray world
shake the mountains
but you can't hear it yet
It's a heart-pounding sneer
Maybe there are years of showers
The waves are patted on the highlands
My boiling rage
is extinguished
Otherwise, It's a big loss
booze
waving flags
trampling on the horseshoe of sin
However, dear fate
I'm sorry to make you feel cold
I will never be that short-sighted Xiang Yu
I just hide in the mountains with tears
The wind is like crying and incarnating my dream
However,