A poem describing Guilin: Guilin, my paradise.
Castle Peak is close to beautiful still water.
The intoxicating breeze set off layers of soft waves.
The sweet and moving voice is echoing.
Ah! Guilin, the paradise I once yearned for deeply.
The winding ancient channel of Lijiang River.
The fragrance of osmanthus dew on the shore
I once hugged your soul in my dream.
Ah! Guilin, the direction I yearn for.
The clear spring flowing in the secluded cave is full of tears.
The cold water along the wall is ticking against the heart.
Ruthless Rosestone remains unmoved.
Ah! Guilin, I once wanted to go sadly.
Now, after so many years of changes,
Facing this passionate landscape
I couldn't help asking again.
? Is it okay?
Poem 2 describing Guilin: I was fascinated by the scenery in Guilin.
A long time ago.
You are a beautiful dream.
From primary school textbooks
Download it to my mind.
You are like a fruitcake in your childhood.
Let me be sweet in your dreams.
I dreamed that the banyan tree bore fruit.
Liu Sanjie, who dreams of singing on the river.
Like a cup of green tea.
Refreshing
Like a first lover
Makes me miss you so much.
A Bold Affair
How beautiful Guilin is
This stems from the naive expectations of girls.
So many guards
So much slimness and elegance.
Every drop of water
So clear
Every grass
Is so affectionate
I'm amazing.
Your pure beauty
Your introverted charm
In elephant trunk mountain
I saw the end of history.
A bamboo raft came from a secluded branch of the river.
The osprey is under the girl's red paper umbrella
Draw a fish leisurely on the light veil.
What kind of landscape is this?
my motherland
Which painter is there?
Can draw her flowing beauty.
Are there any poets?
You can refuse her ecstasy.
The clear Lijiang River flows to Yangshuo.
Bring the beauty of the world into the painting.
In the bar on West Street.
There are beautiful women everywhere
On the edge of Huasan wine stall.
Drunk many Chinese and foreign tourists.
This dazzling landscape.
How should I taste it?
Then close your eyes.
Let me gently hold your face.
Hold you in my arms
It's like tasting a drop of wine that has been hidden for a long time.
Lick with the tip of your tongue
Kiss with your lips
Infiltrate the apex with bodily fluids
Slowly appreciate your charming aromatic alcohol.
The third part of Guilin poetry: thoughts on Guilin
Think about Guilin
I also think of Lijiang River.
Clear and rippling
How many times did you flow into the dream?
Think about Guilin
This reminds me of Li San Store.
That cold night twenty years ago
A few students who have just studied in Normal University.
? Thirteen dollars! ? In exchange for a can of black snails.
Illicium verum in traditional Chinese medicine bag
pepper
Warmth is their eternal delicacy.
Think about Guilin
This also reminds me of the Yangzhi Pavilion in the city.
? The mountain is upward? Scene line stops?
Standing at the foot of the high Xiufeng Mountain, I looked up and meditated.
Think about Guilin
Reminds me of the unique flavor of rice noodles.
? Add some sour beans! ? Add some beef slices! ?
Xiangbubu's soybeans exercise the teeth of Zanthoxylum nitidum.
Think about Guilin
It also reminds me of the braised eggs and sweet and sour fish in Normal University.
There is fat in the loose button. I insist on not giving up for two years
The lean meat package is too small, and five people can barely satisfy their hunger by adding boiled water in the morning.
You don't know that I grew both intellectually and physically in those years.
Think about Guilin
I miss you too.
Borrowing and returning books invited me to the movies.
Osmanthus fragrans bloomed again, and the fragrance floated in.
Your eyebrows droop when you walk.
I dare not pull your shyness and whisper to you.
Dare not breathe through your black hair, dare not breathe through my hands.
I was a rare outstanding young man.
Think about Guilin
This reminds me of being in that farmland.
In the golden sunset
We touch mussels, catch grass carp and dig horseshoes?
When it comes to harvest, half the moon has risen.
Guilin Poetry Episode IV: April in Guilin
Clouds of smoke are falling and sparkling.
Meet under the blue sky in April
Waiting.
Flowers are blooming in the mountains.
Reflection in the lake light
There are deep and shallow.
Look up at the sky, bow your head and miss.
Beauty in an instant
In that corner forgotten by the wind
Touch a maple leaf
Write down a name.
Call for the silent sky
Mountains and rivers pass time.
I lost my way in this season.
Get used to using your eyes.
Pursuing the station you missed.
As a matter of fact, I have left that place.
The rain fell on the streets of the town.
Ancient city Yangshuo
The cornice towers wet their wings.
With the thoughts of Fei Yu
Enter the next post station
The white clouds in the sky are coming.
The flowers on the ground are in full bloom
Stars at night
Changed direction
Long-lost heart lamp
Look at those flowers that never die.
I use sincerity
Listen to dreams that never melt.
However, at the moment I turned around,
Like a broken dream crystal.
Leave behind the scenery of the world.
Pieces of debris
Stay in April
Looking at the masterpiece of natural magic
The sight of April moistened the eyes of passers-by
Into the bright May.
Spring has sunk into the sea.