Yu Qian's poems

Spring Morning

Yu Qian

It's quiet and warm during the day, and the curtains hang thin. Draw a picture of Shuang Yanzi and dare not fly beside others.

Limestone hymn

Yu Qian

It can only be extracted from the deep mountains after being struck by thousands of hammers. It regards the burning of the burning fire as a very common thing. I'm not afraid of fractures. I want to leave my innocence in the world.