A suggestion for my friend Liu Baijuyi.
There is a ray of green in the old bottle.
There is a hint of red in the quiet stove.
There is a feeling of snow in the dusk outside.
How about a glass of wine inside? ?
Jiang Xue-Liu Zongyuan
There are no birds in the mountains,
A thousand roads without footprints.
A boat, a bamboo cloak,
An old man was fishing in the cold river snow.
China's two poems today:
Photo-Hong Ying
The mountain I conquered
Recording cloud
Above the castle, the mountains rise and fall.
Become a movement again
My hand held the water and left a hole.
A piece of music as possible evidence.
Mountain lily-Xi Murong
Don't argue with others, open it quietly.
Fragrant mountain lily
Open it quietly in my heart
No one knows it exists.
Its whiteness
Just my wanderer.
On the lonely road
I always remember with a smile.
Two foreign poems
The words of the night-Michelangelo
Sleep is sweet, but in
A moment of destruction and humiliation,
I'd rather sleep like a stone.
Turn a blind eye, be insensitive,
This is of great benefit to me.
Don't wake me, hey!
Speak softly!
Storm-Hugo
Ah, me, the wind blowing over our heads,
You use wild wings, and suddenly,
Tear open the abyss of transparency,
Like you, we are travelers and wandering souls.
Like you, let's go to the shaded area,
Like you, we have no home.