Poems of China, Beijing, Beijing and China

There are many poems that China people love, but none of them is the best. Since farewell, it is difficult to give up, when can I lose a little acacia? Brush Yang Huaxue with diaphragm sleeve. The stream is inclined, the mountain is covered, and people walk! This is a farewell poem. I've often felt embarrassed since I sent you away. When will this little worry be cut off? Looking at Yang Huaxue from a height, he lifted his sleeves and jumped over, just like a little friendship. The stream is inclined and the mountain is covered. You left the place I forgot to see.

Six Eight-tone Poems in Ganzhou, Jiang Chunlin (Ⅰ)

Strange west wind, partial gathering heartbroken people, meet again at the end of the world.

Like fallen leaves in a clear sky, occasionally blowing flat sand with cold geese.

There are a few banana deer in the world, and the spring dream is cold.

Evening rain, two temples are lacking.

Laugh at the yellow crane by the river and ask the bright moon on the roof. Who is leaning today?

* * * Wandering thousands of miles, the swallow has no home.

Why don't you take a break and look at the blue? Write hate into the pipa.

In the same mood, I put the sad tears of autumn on the reeds. His Ganzhou is a masterpiece that shakes people's hearts. There is a small preface before the word to explain the background of the lyrics, which is gentle and elegant.

Besides, won't it be more demanding to be transplanted than any other natural flower? May you run away for the rest of your life and return as a teenager. This is a cool autumn. Meeting you at the beginning of life is like going back to an old friend. Have a good mood today. I am Youyou Ermao.