Author: Huo Jialu
Peach blossom slice
You have to give me some sunny days.
Don't let my peach blossom drift away.
Those soldiers who attacked at night in the long night in the northwest
It is easy to break through the thin market of peaches.
I was playing in the city that night.
Hiding behind a core, listening to Ma Si in an empty city.
Those white castles call for the wind to leave.
Peach knows nothing about war but fate.
The wind is blowing all over the floor, reading classics one by one, and being happy.
Silence after cold is called beautiful misfortune.
Those powder ytterbium in the sun can't stop flashing and shouting.
My lips are like withered petals this season.
I avoided the sun because my peach blossoms didn't go ashore.
Beside the fingertip
Yingchun tablets
Those bright yellow branches
Growing up in the dust raised by horseshoes
I rode a fast horse across the street.
My city is a boudoir full of flowers.
The flower leaning on the bed reading is me.
In that man's eyes, it is day and night.
His eyes can't see the stars.
I built a constellation on my stomach to build his narrow pond.
Dare not take root, for fear of hurting the water.
The water flowing into the palm print twists and turns, floating with the flame of spring.
Flame can't fit into the bag of this life.
Curtains must carry my flame and the drifting west wind.
I went up the mountain with yellow.
The soil it occupies just places the third button.
Fingertip weakness
Fingertips of the snow, my fingertips are forced back.
Yellow is an impossible distance.
Phoenix feathers have been flying for a whole season.
My northern white hair is like frost.
Along the loess, dripping from the mouth of Phoenix is the end of time.
Nowadays, thin horses are like walls.
Flowers bloom all over the world.
That yellow is wandering.
LZ can choose one. .