Drunken Dream and Modern Poetry

0 1 Nostalgia of turbid wine

This mountain is green, and green is with me.

The sky is blue, open and far away, inclusive.

Turbid wine is mellow and fragrant.

I want to taste this thousand-year-old turbid wine ~ ~

This thousand-year-old turbid wine contains the helplessness of drinking it into the throat when Violet danced sword thousands of years ago.

This thousand-year-old turbid wine contains the peace of mind that was drunk into the throat when picking chrysanthemums in Wuliu a thousand years ago.

Think of Cao Cao cooking wine thousands of years ago.

Li Bai was addicted to alcohol thousands of years ago.

Millennium turbid wine

Recorded thousands of years of affection!

02 empty city endgame

The geese fly south, the empty city is lonely, and the autumn wind is rustling.

The arrow left the string and sounded the alarm. Who was injured?

Chrysanthemums are flying all over the sky, but the season of flowering is sad.

The rain washed away the injured ancient city.

The wind blew through the bloody yellow sand.

Sad

Such as this empty city remnant chrysanthemum

How many soldiers have only one night to live?

Such as this empty city remnant chrysanthemum

I wonder if I can see the sun tomorrow?

Who knows, who knows

Who did you hurt?

03 autumn cool Nanshan

Flowers fade and smoke rise. Who cooks?

It's raining everywhere, and drums are playing everywhere.

Drink turbid wine and raise Zhu Bi's ink spots.

I'm willing to stay awake until the wine becomes cloudy-

I'm drunk and awake.

Maple leaves fall slowly, hurting people.

The sadness of Nanshan in the cool autumn

I have been hurt for thousands of years. Can I pick chrysanthemums by hand?

But it turned into pieces.

The helplessness of Nanshan in autumn

After a thousand years of love for maple leaves, I hold the maple leaves in my hands.

But I can't find the feelings in the maple leaf.

Jiuxiang 04 Hao

It rained for several nights.

Qingshiban Road, left over for thousands of years. This alley is deep.

A small pub can smell good after it has been closed for thousands of years.

This alley full of wine.

Can you still have the prosperity of that year?

This alley full of wine.

Can there be a thousand years of aging?

This alley full of wine.

Is there still a strong smell of wine?

Who knows?

The Millennium of taverns

Jiuxiang Millennium

05 sunset lane

The alley is deep and the bluestone road is full of traces.

Where are the broken buildings and Spiderman?

Where is the vitality of the sunset?

I remember the prosperity of alleys thousands of years ago.

Unexpectedly, today is so declining.

I remember the vitality of sunrise thousands of years ago.

Unexpectedly, today's residual night has been decided.

The injury of sunset boulevard

Who knows?

The Millennium of Sunset Lane

Who is thinking deeply?

Listen to the wind and the castle

The wind is whistling, and the castle is not seen in the boudoir.

Thick clouds in a muddy pot can't cover the fragrance.

Who listens to the wind and writes a line of ink?

The wind is whistling, and I want to raise my pen to listen to it:

Listen to the wind of the castle in the wind. Who is listening?

Listen to the voice of the castle in the wind. Who knows this kind of life?

Who can realize the desire to listen to the castle in the wind?

I don't know

Listen to the wind of that stupid station

Raindrops sing

The rain in my memory is haggard and heartbreaking.

Rain answers the sound of rain and falls on the eaves.

Raindrops fall and sing.

I have sadness in my heart but I can't show it.

The sun receded, leaving raindrops to sing.

No mood is full of sadness.

The story of raindrops singing softly

How sad

The sadness of raindrops singing softly

Like I'm sad.

The raindrops sang softly.

How many people are worried?

08 empty city ditty

It rained, and the smoke in the city quietly settled.

The old man in Shenzhen is long gone.

I am the only one who is lonely.

This lonely and empty little song

Send me ideas.

People in the past

Are you okay?

This sad empty city ditty

Send me expectations

People in the past

Ti Ricordi Di Me

It was a long night.

The lights in the wild shop outside the customs are dim at night.

Cold sleeves lonely night.

Disappointment and dreams, I can't stop cutting your figure.

The night is long and lonely.

I remember you!

Lonely black in the long night

I wonder if you remember me that day?

10 drunken dream travel notes

Drinking water instead of drinking, staring at the night light.

Phantom wandering in my eyes, I'm drunk?

Fall asleep in a daze

Drunk, dreaming, heartbroken

Who can know my heart after drinking too much?

Heartbroken and heartbroken

Write down this drunken dream