At the foot of the mountain in the sky, I am a meteor that has put out its lights.
Taking advantage of the coolness of rainy nights, I want to take a ride to gamble.
Life to be thrown away, like raindrops, stirred up fog on the lake all night.
Enough, life is so short, so short and gorgeous!
Occasionally won, the creation was fascinated by gorgeous settings.
After all, days are like needles, dragging colorful lines that are thick first and then light.
The ups and downs of my fingers, my proud light and shade.
Forget it, life is so fast, but it is so quiet!
Priesthood diplomas (for monks and nuns)
This is the garden of the former residence, facing the stone steps.
Destroyed temple
Who are you coming with tonight? along with
From the unruly wind and rain, from the memory of last year.
The new temple on his forehead bulged, but where did it go?
The fate of our oiled paper in the past
Once again, I come to the conclusion that the dialect in which we trade has not changed.
The futon and lotus petals stand in front of each other.
Or stop inadvertently in laughter.
Ah, you are a stranger, and you have come with the storm tonight.
The dilapidated mansion in my heart has cornices hanging at all corners.
Shake the thin-winged iron horse high.
Gently, ah, that is the tentacle of my dream.
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Meet silently, on a rainy day in November and December.
This is a green river, and there are blood vessels on our arms.
A vortex, blooming.
Open the south window and jump out of your heart.
I don't-
I'm busy seeing off Dusty's perennial guests.
Open the furniture in every corner.
Ah, you made that little decoration.
Take a leisurely rest in those two houses and those eight rooms.
Fanyin
Wandering for three thousand years
Finally, the clouds will take off at the westernmost peak.
And the animal ring on the door cover has fingers scattered.
Who went back to the previous stage?
Who came back along every star?
Is to smell an old male voice.
Ring the tired bell
Anyway, I have returned the gate, and I will go in later.
Read some, drink some and peck some.
Look back again.
A world of six times seven
(Ah, bell and drum, 42 characters, Miao Tuo)
The first night self-study begins with burning incense.
Lotus swam out from the bottom with the tongue of wooden fish.
My soul
Neither intimate nor distant.
Madame
My wife's house used to be a sedan chair.
Deep willow branches shook the alley.
Reed curtains rolled around in the empty hall to make an appointment for Yan Yan's wedding day.
It was an afternoon, and a pile of record samples became dazzling.
Ah, Yan Yan laughs all over.
And the snow-covered distant mountains are still the cold clothes of the old year.
A cloud ridge that is still uphill. ...
Yong's road has gone and there is no news.
But Xiang Mei always uses the sunset.
The daughter-in-law who was anxious to get up looked up in dismay.
Ah, the unfinished kite is still on the table. ...
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Zheng Chouyu's Poems