Number one: I want to be under the magnolia tree in spring.
Full of trees and branches
Dip in ink and feng shui;
Remote support for understanding things
There is always a good word in the spring breeze;
The messenger of the wonderful pen flower god,
The breeze reflected by Haruka.
Reflect the throughput of the pen tip;
I used to paint in Yaxing.
Looking for dreams and letting go;
Write a rhyme at a glance:
The fragrance of flowers in the wind
A city flower is being bred.
Count the victories and turn the tables.
The amazing style of writing in spring;
Academic Traceability of De Meng Wind Instruments
The spirit is strong in the meantime;
Take advantage of mystery and lofty sentiments
The scenery of the breeze comes from trees;
Worship the poem that dreams of landing.
Founder is singing;
My heart is broken.
Who travels with a pen?
Handsome bloom;
Carved with famous trees, return to elegant demeanour day.
Always a new mood;
Like a must-read,
Such as good policies,
Like Dade said,
Look at it with drunkenness, and you will be on one side early.
Lotus throne;
Rituals and music for writing and painting,
This poem and this painting are a treasure.
It's quiet in the city
Branches overflow naturally:
One force at a time, all the forces.
The mountain of books in my chest,
A godsend full of ideal power
Remember that it is neither too long nor too short.
Even if-celebrities write ancient and modern songs:
Outstanding people, the times cover big flowers!
Chapter 2: Orchid-like you.
Spend a lonely and long winter
In March of this year,
I hope to see
You like orchids.
Although you come from a mountainous area.
These flowers are beautiful and fragrant.
This is in a dream.
I'm watching you from afar, too.
Flowers are not people.
People are more than flowers.
wherever
Love your family more than yourself.
Chapter 3: Orchids are in full bloom.
In every lonely season
There will always be one or two sad things
Makes us feel
The world will eventually be flawed.
Then, the orchid bloomed.
It's in a corner of the city.
Innocent and romantic
Enjoy the happiness of others.
The sorrow of others
It is too small.
Like a light rain.
Sink into the sea, silently.
Everything
Just for the opening of the half season.
Who will be moved by it?
I always have this guess.
Even if I cry for it.
Also feel sorry for it.
Such a request is not too much.
Because it has half a season of insignificance.
We also have our lifelong pursuit and hope.
Yes, we still have a long way to go.
Before you leave, watch the orchid bloom again.
It will also bring us hope and blessings.
In every corner of the city.
It will accompany us all the way.
Chapter Four: Orchids
Author: Near late autumn
I used to be one of the flowers.
In that desolate mountain stream
You walked past me.
perhaps
It is my fragrance that makes you want to stop.
perhaps
You found me by accident.
You are so surprised.
friend
Please don't wake me up.
On this barren hillside at sunrise and sunset
With the clear moonlight
Please leave me alone.
In silence
Open it for you