(1) When people are used to long nights to celebrate spring,
When they are used to long nights to celebrate spring, women will pull out their young hair with hair on their temples.
In the dream, there are vague tears of loving mother, and the king's flag changes on the city wall.
I can’t bear to watch my friends become new ghosts, and look for poems among the swords angrily.
After chanting, I lowered my eyebrows and found nothing to write about. The moonlight shone like water on my clothes.
(2) Reply to the guest's criticism
A ruthless man may not be a true hero. How can he not be a husband if he pities his son?
Do you know that those who stir up the wind and roar will look smaller than a dodder when they look back?
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The blood-fertile Central Plains is full of fertile grass, and the cold and frozen earth blooms with spring blossoms.
Heroes often fall ill because of seeking their husbands, and their tears are shed in the mausoleum and noisy with crows at dusk.
(4) Self-mockery
What does Yun Jiao Hua Gai want? Before he dared to turn over, he had already met his head.
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 one, regardless of winter, summer, spring and autumn.
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Author: Lu Xun Dynasty: Modern Genre: Seven-character Quatrains
There is no way to escape the divine arrow on the Lingtai, and the hometown is darkened by the storm. .
I would like to recommend Xuanyuan with my blood.
(6) Gift to the painter
The wind is white and the forest is dark, ②The sky is filled with fog and all the flowers are dead.
I would like to beg the painter to create new ideas, and only study red ink to create spring mountains.
(7) Title "Wandering"
The lonely new literary garden, the old peaceful battlefield.
There is only one soldier left in the two rooms, and the halberd is wandering alone.
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There is no wormwood in the ink surface of thousands of families, but there are songs that can move the earth to mourn.
Lian Guangyu has a vast mind and listens to thunder in a silent place.
(9) Lianpeng Man
The sunflowers are brought to the fairyland, and the wind is still smelling the fragrance of jade.
The egret shadow does not come, the autumn rustles, and the reed flowers stay with the dew.
Get rid of the greasy powder to show your style, fade away the red clothes and dress lightly.
It’s better to call Lian River a pure plant, and don’t fall into the cold pond with the remaining leaves!
(10) The title "Three Collections of Mustard Seed Garden Paintings" was presented to Xu Guangping (1934)
Ten years of working hand in hand to overcome hardships, it is also sad to wet each other with foam.
Let’s chat and draw pictures to soothe our tired eyes, in which we know the joys and sorrows.
(11) Occasionally written in the remaining autumn of the year of Hai (1935)
Once autumn came to the world, did you dare to send the warmth of spring to your pen?
The vast sea of ????dust sinks all kinds of emotions, and the golden wind blows away thousands of officials.
When I return to Daze, all the wild cattails are gone, and my dreams fall into the sky, and the clouds make my teeth feel cold.
Listen to the wild chickens and watch the silence, and look at the stars in the sky.