The first issue of "Poetry of Carrots"
The sound of Lu selling flowers. Chou Mian
When the rain falls at dusk, what time does the flower bloom, the moon shadow remains on the ice and the fragrance is dark, The bleak autumn wind caresses the clouds.
On the long bank of declining willows, blackbirds cry in the cold, and the solitary wild goose's voice is short and sleepy.
——Depressed work on September 20, 2008
Sauvignon Blanc
A period of autumn, a period of sadness, the wind is cold, the stars are missing, the moon is cold, and the stone steps are horizontal Yulan.
The heart is about to break, the heart is getting more and more confused, the withered stems are withered, the grass is withered and the flowers are withered, and the lonely shadow is speechless.
The river is red
Looking through the sky, Thousands of miles north and south, flying geese. The mountains are sleeping in the dusk, with a wisp of solitary smoke. The remaining stars are dimmed, and the small building is sitting on the jade steps in the cold. The moon is dark, the wind is blowing, and the sand is rolling in, half of it is broken.
Qingyun Zhi, I still recall. The hero's tears, you can't see. Can the sparrow know, the great sage and tiger have changed. The dragon rises and the phoenix dances on the top of the cloud, the purple lightning and green frost strike with thunder. The fog is long, and the big roc rises with the wind. What to do? Year!
Huanxi Sha
The crescent moon recedes in half the courtyard at dusk, the remaining stars on the river fade into the dusk clouds, and the autumn wind blows all over and the song returns.
Drunk to the point of being drunk again when I wake up, wiping away the remaining traces of tears with tears adding to the traces, and tasting the taste of autumn all night long.
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鬲梅西令
Put wine and worry in your heart, and fly away. And I am afraid that the east wind will blow away and return to the west, leaving people haggard.
Laughing at the red candle makes me unable to sleep late, and I feel sad. The lingering colors around me make me feel melancholy, and I shed tears in the wind.
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Dream of Jiangnan. Night chant
The crow crows in the dark, and the cold star in the sky replaces it. The mist is thick and the autumn wind is overflowing, and the moon has fallen and returned to the west. Leisure is thrown to the ground.
Memories of life, thousands of miles to search for the title. There is no trace of fame in the dream, so don't worry about the white-headed boy. I just cry to the broken flowers.
My thoughts after reading "Hongmen Banquet" on September 25th of the Wuzi year
Going to the sun terrace and the sun pavilion, tonight the stars are laughing at the storm.
The black magpie flies south and cries in the sky, and the shadow follows the river as it goes eastward.
Hongmen stands upright, Zixu's masterpiece, Gaixia Chu's voice is helpless.
Heroes remember the blood of Wujiang River, and several people once chanted the song of the strong wind.
___________08.10.23
On the 15th day of September in the year of Wuzi, I finished my exams. I was sad that my studies had not been effective for a long time, so I wrote. Lost in the unknown.
The fallen leaves of the willows are still exposed to the wind and rain, and the dead stems and grasses are even more depleted of flowers.
If you have no way out, you will have to sigh. How can Ling Yun feel sorry for himself?
If you can see through the sky and complain out of thin air, who will pity you even if you cry in the autumn wind.
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Autumn clouds and crows make dreams come true, the sky is as clear as water and the night is bright.
A thousand sorrows and grievances are always yours, and the broken flowers drink from the dew and smile passionately.
——————08.11.01
Bu Shuzi
The moon is bright and the autumn wind is broken, and the frost is gone and the day is cold. When the sorrow is deep, I feel that my beauty is shallow, and the night is long and it is difficult to sleep.
The red candle smiles and the flower fades, the pale star looks cold and sad. He looked haggard and sad, and Sima's shirt was stained with tears.
08.10.9
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The dusk clouds break through the new sky, the sky is full of colorful clouds, and the evening wind stops. ?
The cold moon confuses the flowers with hatred, and the broken plum petals fall into the water without mercy. ?
Empty Fu Luo Shen is better than Chen Wang, and his hatred is not connected to the branches like Han Ping. ?
The heart-broken lotus root silk lingers in the cup, and the joy and tears are clear.
Text/Small Carrot