Under the full moon
Yu Guangzhong,
Moonlight on the ground,
Nobody cleaned it,
Then fold a Zhang Kuo lotus leaf,
Go back wrapped in moonlight,
Looking back, I fell into the Tang poetry.
Even?
Like crushed acacia ...
Moonlight has the fragrance of lotus leaves.
when you are old
When you are old, gray-haired and sleepy,
Take a nap by the fire, please write down this poem.
Read slowly and recall the tenderness of your eyes in the past.
Recall the thick shadows of their past.
How many people love you when you are young and happy,
Worship your beauty, hypocrisy or sincerity,
Only one person loves your pilgrim soul,
Love the painful wrinkles on your aging face.
I hung my head, by the red fire,
Whispering sadly about the passing of love,
On the mountain overhead, it walked slowly.
A face is hidden among a group of stars.
I loved you
I once loved you: love,
Maybe it's not completely dead in my mind,
I hope it won't bother you again,
I don't want to upset you any more.
I once loved you in silence and despair,
I endured shyness and jealousy,
I once loved you so sincerely and tenderly,
God bless you,
Another person will love you as much as I do.
autumn
It's rare to have such weather,
No wind, no leaves.
Dotted with branches,
Weave the trunk.
Golden cuffs, a bird.
Comb feathers on the mirror-like grass.
Put aside the complexity of the day for a while,
Look up and take a picture in your mind.
This bright moment, in the long winter.
Use it to warm yourself.