Xia Kou sent a letter to his friends.
Flowers in the gorge fly to the end of spring, and tears are everywhere in the world.
Wan Li was a guest when he came, and today he sent him to an old friend.
Frontier poems I have read:
Join the army in Wang Changling.
There is a dark snow-capped mountain in Qinghai, with long white clouds and a lonely city looking at Yumenguan.
Yellow sand wears golden armor in hundreds of battles, but the loulan is not returned.
One of my favorite ancient poems is Stay in the Mountain, which is the work of Zhang Xu. The original poem is as follows:
Stay in Zhang Xu's mountain
The state of mountain light makes spring glow, not for lightness.
Even if there was no rain in Mystery, the clothes were dyed deep in the clouds.
My favorite modern poem is To the Oak Tree written by Shu Ting. The original poem is as follows:
Xiangting
If I love you-
Unlike climbing Campbell,
Show off yourself with your tall branches;
If I love you-
Never imitate spoony birds,
Repeat monotonous songs for the shade;
It is not just like a fountain,
Send cool comfort all year round;
It is not only a dangerous mountain peak,
Increase height and set off dignity.
Even during the day,
Even spring rain.
No, these are not enough!
I must be a kapok beside you,
Standing with you as the image of a tree.
Roots, close to the ground;
Leaves, touching in the clouds.
Every time a gust of wind blows,
We all greet each other,
But no one,
Understand what we said.
You have your copper branches and iron stems,
Like a knife, like a sword, like a halberd;
I have my red flowers,
Like a heavy sigh,
Like a heroic torch.
We share cold waves, storms and lightning;
We like mist, flowing mist and rainbow.
As if we were separated forever,
But they are lifelong dependent.
This is great love,
Loyalty is here:
Love-
Not only love your strong body,
I like your position,
The land under your feet.