travel
Return to Wuyuan from Yancun via the stream.
dusk
She is wearing a cloud dress.
Chasing dusk barefoot
She was standing by the river when suddenly Ling Bo.
Dance and suddenly fly to the mountainside.
The clothes are as white as practice.
Vaguely, as bright as darkness.
Piaoxiang wupengchuan
People who recite Tang poems are all sitting on the boat. )
But our car is too fast.
Many dynasties have passed.
Today is the day when Li Bai forgets the world? )
After all, it's too late
Not far ahead, I saw it.
The ancient county has been lit.
Modern lighting
About the journey. Poem 2 Frost Tree bowed his brow helplessly.
Lost my soul.
Frowning and silence.
silent
The maple leaves faded on the road.
The usual mutual understanding is not worth it.
The wind and rain washed away the wall.
Su Su is gloomy.
The upside-down clouds in the water turned the rain upside down.
I've been involved in this.
The streets of the city.
Poetry 3 on the journey looks at the moon in the water and measures the shadow length of the sun.
The stream of people is a cold and messy wind.
Whispering is not sweet.
Come and go in a hurry
Naughty wind may be unbearable loneliness,
With its footsteps,
The fragrance of flowers wafted over.
Jade is swaying gently in the distant wind.
I let my tired eyes pay attention to the road under my feet,
Unknown, slightly fragrant.
Tenderness entwined with memory.
Poem 4 on the journey: The cold wind is countless pairs of mocking eyes.
Look at the stones with malicious intent.
And sediments.
Wrap my bare feet.
Hold back the promise of putting out the fire.
Be deeply branded
Through the biting oblique wind and drizzle
Sophora japonica withered in the rainforest.
Fade into infinity
In yellow bark and sparse weeds
Leave a difficult stranger silently.