Mountain City—late modern poetry

A drop of spring water peach blossom opens the door to life

Like amber grains of ice in the heart stream

Tireless

Regardless of running around

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Thousands of years and tens of thousands of years

I don’t know how many hundred days have passed

The morning sun is as bright as the first light

Like jasmine Solemn and holy

In countless dark days

Persisting in waiting every drop of blood

Upholding the faith to move mountains and seas

Peach Blossom Falling

Thousands of flowing water

Crossing the river

Thousands of hibiscus

The night is filled with fragrant fireflies

The lazy ancient city is quiet in the distance

How much confusion

What expectations

The lips of the petals are cracked

The distant eyes meet< /p>

Looking forward to seeing more

The thin shirt is wet

With water

Intimacy

The one I was looking forward to was not found after all

Both sides of the long and narrow aisle

are desolate

are helpless

are not able to swim back to the edge of the country. Blue

Full of confusion

The paradise of telling without knowing the direction

Endless longing

Your freedom

Interpretation Tranquility and tranquility

It is the sound of Wang Wei's guqin in the green pine forest

It is Tao Weng's blossoming chrysanthemums at the foot of the long Nanshan Mountain

It is Daiyu A hint of sadness in the fragrance of flowers

Your tenderness

Explanation of love and cherishment

It is Li Qingzhao’s heartbreaking desire to watch the person he loves and dreams about< /p>

It is the intricacies of Empress Li’s heart filled with thousands of sorrows and resentments

It is the emptiness and helplessness of Wen Tingjun’s broken heart and white apple heart turned into a dream

Without indifference, there is no clear ambition.

Nothing can go far without tranquility

The passing of water

It affects the nerve endings of time

Riding the tail of time

Describe the passage of time vividly

Can’t help but recall

Time flows along the flowing water bit by bit

How many years later< /p>

Scattered to different places

What flies away

What is involved in memories

Maybe

Time Never gone far

Flowing water never rushes

Time is still there

You are still there

Secret fragrance and drizzle

Remember this refreshing taste

Second grade: Sun Heyao