Shuilongyin Lushan fog
Author Ye Shengtao
The foggy scenery of Lushan Mountain is indescribable.
Both the camera and the brush are useless.
The mountains are green and the waters are green, and the wisps are lingering and dragging lightly.
Lost the peak, lost the valley, mixed up.
Stopped it, but stopped it,
Suddenly half open, clearly see, green snail bread.
Outside the building, bushes stand tall,
Like hiding and playing with people.
The nearby plants have been hidden, and the distant plants are particularly obvious, which is even more important in an instant.
It is complex, regardless of distance, inseparable.
But the window is foggy and the clothes are wet.
That's cool.
Believe in the future
Guo Lusheng (forefinger)
(excerpt)
When Ma Zhi ruthlessly sealed my stove,
When the smoke of ashes sighs the sorrow of poverty,
I still stubbornly spread the ashes of disappointment,
Write with beautiful snowflakes: believe in the future.
When my grapes turn into dew in late autumn,
When my flowers cling to other people's feelings,
I still stubbornly use frozen dead vines.
Write on the desolate land: believe in the future.