Modern poetry. Handan was once famous in the world.
It was silent for another thousand years,
After several ups and downs.
Just me, man!
Don't change your name, don't change your surname!
This is an open mind,
The more infinite, the more Handan!
Modern poetry ii. Walking in Handan, you don't know what that means.
The opposite circle only dies during the day.
You put on a close-fitting dress.
Walking in the respectful bottle corpse room
Endless copper coins and the moon, lips also.
Gradually drifting away, the cold green sleeves stopped on the way.
The secret breeze retreated from the side.
Feathers awakened the sense of urgency in the frost.
In this way, pearls swarmed.
Along the running water in October, you and she are on the same string.
You've been speculating about this meaning since that day.
At the water's edge in October, I heard the sound of fallen leaves for the first time in early autumn.
Modern poetry. Handan Congtai Prose Story
Get on the platform and visit the past.
It's not easy to browse
There are countless steps to climb.
The ancient brick steps are covered with the footprints of the ancients.
I don't know if my mentality will be the same as that of any ancient people.
I didn't see the scenery on the top of the mountain.
Covered by the roar of tall buildings and machines.
Qixian temple
Span far
He entered the state of Zhao.
Infiltrate into bone marrow. Loyalty and wisdom are still there
It's crowded.
Laughter and laughter outside the door
The distance between me and Zhao Guo
It's just a five-yuan ticket.
Xuebuqiao
Toddling bridge
Laughter is distorted
Everyone was flying like an arrow.
It's hard to move now
Imitate others and lose your personality.
People are still studying today.
Golden Millet Dream ―― Pure Daydream
A pillow is a world.
Dreams are unreliable.
But everyone does it.
Nowadays, many people do it during the day.
Modern poetry. Handan is like you and beautiful as jade. You are the careful hair of Nu Wa Fairy when she dresses.
Come to the world for the ups and downs, drifting for tens of thousands of years of acacia.
It was a swallow that flew out of the cluster.
Spring scenery flowing in the beacon smoke of the old country
It is Luo Fu's dancing that haunts Sangtian.
The deep feeling of scooping water by Jingniang Lake.
You are like Leng Yan's swan song, the tiger roars in eighteen beats.
For example, Cai Wenji looked around and stumbled upon a bronze sparrow terrace.
According to the eyebrow pool change clothes and tears, see Daqiao Xiaoqiao.
So, you have been waiting for Handan for three thousand years.
So, I dreamed of going back to Datang to find Yanyun fighters to pick roses in the desert.
Looking north of the Great Wall, I saw your face, as if an old friend had come.
You are the Chinese pride that blows everyone's elegant family.
It is an inexhaustible romantic feeling in Jin and Tang Dynasties.
It is the reserved gentleness of Xiaojiabiyu in graceful and restrained Song Ci.
It is misty rain and the world of mortals that insist on human love.
For this reason, I am used to taking the footbridge.
Just for the beauty of jade, the time has come.
You are as smart as the snow in the north and as gentle as the water in the south of the Yangtze River.
Handan is like you, like an old dream of my previous life.
It drifts forever in thousands of turns.
You are like Handan. In my dream, this seems to be a thousand years' expectation.
It was I who poetized the tea fragrance.
For this reincarnation, I walked along the river.
In Lushengtang, I dreamed of a beautiful jade man and a camel.
So I poured out my life's thoughts when I was still a little head on the moon.
I am invited to hold your hand in my dream and enjoy the prosperous Tang Dynasty.
Drunk and chrysanthemum, Gu Jian and wine and you.
A graceful Song poem came, and every emotional sentence came to my mind.
The moonlight, small building and tranquility that I will spend my whole life with you.
Dance your silk long sleeves and soothe my melancholy sadness. It won't last forever.