Author: Wen Kou (nicknamed White Crane)
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The passionate sunset kissed the distant river for the last time.
Wind and smoke surrounded the sunset and stayed on this side of the world.
No matter how big the universe is, everything has its own laws of operation.
Tomorrow morning, Caixia will come from there.
Divine love and wonderful dreams will come.
Sad tears don't have to flow thousands of miles like rivers.
The soul of poetry
The breeze blows the morning light and the drizzle falls on the sea of flowers.
My soul can't help wandering in the dust of Wan Li.
Get rid of the bondage of the world and become a wandering soul in poetry.
A gust of wind in the boundless sky opened the poetic zone all over the sky.
My light footsteps shed a string of beautiful music,
Let happiness and happiness wander freely under the hazy moon sky.
My soul is reorganized into an ethereal poem,
Dancing with the beautiful symphony, floating in the boundless sea of hearts.
The Woods in the morning
The dawn of the east climbed the treetops,
The morning in the Woods comes early.
Luminous birds bring happiness,
Say hello to every leaf and flower.
Xiaoyuque looked at the rosy clouds on the top of the oriental tree.
Bluebirds chirp when they wake up.
Purple swallows flew across the sky and cut the forest into happy stripes.
Woodpeckers are worried about not catching bugs.
The Woods in the early morning are a paradise for our birds.
We are happy birds in heaven.
Lavender lotus
I am a beautiful lotus growing in the love lotus pond of Song people.
Wash off the bright red and green Hua Fu and coat my petals with lavender.
Bathing in the cool breeze and bright moon every day, I like to be accompanied by orchids and bamboos.
I am a lotus flower in summer, but I am willing to talk freely with spring.
Xia in spring, like me, shows a simple but elegant woman's face.
I lived a light life and never got a little bit of red dust.
Selflessly spread your faint fragrance and strong feelings to the world,
I put many storms and lotus hearts in loneliness and peace.
Natural elegance
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In the morning, covered with half-city morning fog, I shook off the morning dew.
Casually stepping on the road just waking up.
I picked a bag of colorful glow from the treetops by the pond.
Record a dance step with the music in the park.
Captured the trajectory of bees picking flowers,
Count how many lotus flowers the dragonfly ordered to show its smiling face.
I carefully put them in a treasure bag,
Take it back to a bookstore, which is full of fragrant and beautiful things.
Ziran taste ii
By the pond, I embellished the dim color and tranquility with a light pen.
And use a colored pen to draw a scarlet on the pale yellow edge.
Turn off the switch in the Woods and don't make annoying noises.
A golden full moon slowly stepped into the lonely night sky from the trees.
A star penetrates the thick sky with charming eyes,
These flowers are skillfully woven with sparkling gems and flying jade.
The dexterous hands in front of the desk have shown elegant fatigue.
Time flows like an underground river to the greedy ghost.
Natural elegance
third
Half-moon, with drooping eyebrows and tight eyes, landed quietly and timidly in the pond swaying willow shadows.
On the shore, a thin rose is slightly lonely, shy and wet in the breeze.
Red and plain, lotus is an elegant sky and green leaves like beautiful colors with different charms.
The light rain deliberately attracted two swift swallows to fly lightly on the lotus pond.
In the world of mortals, the hurried footsteps of men and women and the traffic jams compete for limited time and space.
Thunderstorms and storms are constantly planning a series of beautiful and ugly plots of victory and failure.
God of freedom
The boundless sky is a romance.
Our birds fly freely,
There are fish in the vast sea.
Jump freely in the waves.
I crossed the feather world.
The baptism of falsehood and nothingness,
Became a proud god of freedom
Wandering in the light and shadow.
I broke it with a mysterious weapon.
Introduced the law of immortality of matter,
It no longer exists in front of me.
Any form of obstruction.
I can be there like a thought.
Nothing is erratic,
You can also be like a ghost.
Between heaven and earth.
But I'm not a god. I don't need any gods to recognize me.
Asteroids in the universe also have their own orbits.
I don't want to win others' follow,
I just want to be the god of freedom and be my own coolie.
liberate
Silence in the cool years,
Let time wander alone in that corner.
A fleeting glimpse of time,
Ann watched herself grow old in the depths of fireworks.
I put the eventful years into the message of flowers,
Turn the beauty of memory into forgetfulness and insert it into my heart.
Let the expectation in those eyes close at the gate,
The story of deep lock is nowhere to be found.
Then I can be as light as a swallow and get what I want.
Keep in cool thin's sad, concise and peaceful silence.
Author Wang Wenkou, net name Bai He, male, Beijinger, worked as a Chinese teacher in a middle school for 40 years, and has now retired. Don't like singing and dancing; But I like piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Usually, the garden is active; Walk freely on the path. Calm and easy, happy and happy.
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Author: Wen Kou (nicknamed White Crane)
Untitled
The passionate sunset kissed the distant river for the last time.
Wind and smoke surrounded the sunset and stayed on this side of the world.
No matter how big the universe is, everything has its own laws of operation.
Tomorrow morning, Caixia will come from there.
Divine love and wonderful dreams will come.
Sad tears don't have to flow thousands of miles like rivers.
The soul of poetry
The breeze blows the morning light and the drizzle falls on the sea of flowers.
My soul can't help wandering in the dust of Wan Li.
Get rid of the bondage of the world and become a wandering soul in poetry.
A gust of wind in the boundless sky opened the poetic zone all over the sky.
My light footsteps shed a string of beautiful music,
Let happiness and happiness wander freely under the hazy moon sky.
My soul is reorganized into an ethereal poem,
Dancing with the beautiful symphony, floating in the boundless sea of hearts.
The Woods in the morning
The dawn of the east climbed the treetops,
The morning in the Woods comes early.
Luminous birds bring happiness,
Say hello to every leaf and flower.
Xiaoyuque looked at the rosy clouds on the top of the oriental tree.
Bluebirds chirp when they wake up.
Purple swallows flew across the sky and cut the forest into happy stripes.
Woodpeckers are worried about not catching bugs.
The Woods in the early morning are a paradise for our birds.
We are happy birds in heaven.
Lavender lotus
I am a beautiful lotus growing in the love lotus pond of Song people.
Wash off the bright red and green Hua Fu and coat my petals with lavender.
Bathing in the cool breeze and bright moon every day, I like to be accompanied by orchids and bamboos.
I am a lotus flower in summer, but I am willing to talk freely with spring.
Xia in spring, like me, shows a simple but elegant woman's face.
I lived a light life and never got a little bit of red dust.
Selflessly spread your faint fragrance and strong feelings to the world,
I put many storms and lotus hearts in loneliness and peace.
Natural elegance
? one
In the morning, covered with half-city morning fog, I shook off the morning dew.
Casually stepping on the road just waking up.
I picked a bag of colorful glow from the treetops by the pond.
Record a dance step with the music in the park.
Captured the trajectory of bees picking flowers,
Count how many lotus flowers the dragonfly ordered to show its smiling face.
I carefully put them in a treasure bag,
Take it back to a bookstore, which is full of fragrant and beautiful things.
Ziran taste ii
By the pond, I embellished the dim color and tranquility with a light pen.
And use a colored pen to draw a scarlet on the pale yellow edge.
Turn off the switch in the Woods and don't make annoying noises.
A golden full moon slowly stepped into the lonely night sky from the trees.
A star penetrates the thick sky with charming eyes,
These flowers are skillfully woven with sparkling gems and flying jade.
The dexterous hands in front of the desk have shown elegant fatigue.
Time flows like an underground river to the greedy ghost.
Natural elegance
third
Half-moon, with drooping eyebrows and tight eyes, landed quietly and timidly in the pond swaying willow shadows.
On the shore, a thin rose is slightly lonely, shy and wet in the breeze.
Red and plain, lotus is an elegant sky and green leaves like beautiful colors with different charms.
The light rain deliberately attracted two swift swallows to fly lightly on the lotus pond.
In the world of mortals, the hurried footsteps of men and women and the traffic jams compete for limited time and space.
Thunderstorms and storms are constantly planning a series of beautiful and ugly plots of victory and failure.
God of freedom
The boundless sky is a romance.
Our birds fly freely,
There are fish in the vast sea.
Jump freely in the waves.
I crossed the feather world.
The baptism of falsehood and nothingness,
Became a proud god of freedom
Wandering in the light and shadow.
I broke it with a mysterious weapon.
Introduced the law of immortality of matter,
It no longer exists in front of me.
Any form of obstruction.
I can be there like a thought.
Nothing is erratic,
You can also be like a ghost.
Between heaven and earth.
But I'm not a god. I don't need any gods to recognize me.
Asteroids in the universe also have their own orbits.
I don't want to win others' follow,
I just want to be the god of freedom and be my own coolie.
liberate
Silence in the cool years,
Let time wander alone in that corner.
A fleeting glimpse of time,
Ann watched herself grow old in the depths of fireworks.
I put the eventful years into the message of flowers,
Turn the beauty of memory into forgetfulness and insert it into my heart.
Let the expectation in those eyes close at the gate,
The story of deep lock is nowhere to be found.
Then I can be as light as a swallow and get what I want.
Keep in cool thin's sad, concise and peaceful silence.
Author Wang Wenkou, net name Bai He, male, Beijinger, worked as a Chinese teacher in a middle school for 40 years, and has now retired. Don't like singing and dancing; But I like piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Usually, the garden is active; Walk freely on the path. Calm and easy, happy and happy.
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