Lijiang no.305
How many years are there over Zhangjiajie, Jiuzhaigou and Yulong Mountain? Great kindness never changes, and great love never stops.
Singing with birds, everything is free, elegant and beautiful China. Great elegance lasts forever and is beautiful.
17 Panjin
I often think of meeting you and never wandering again. When we meet in life, we don't forget each other, stay in our hometown and stay on the green hills.
The pen is too chic, and the ink is the most unrestrained. Hundreds of birds flew out of the reeds and sang for me.
15 Langya Town
In a piece of green shade, there is a faint bamboo village. Rivers, beaches and farmland, reeds, ginkgo trees and peach gardens.
The dead of night is not lonely, listening to the tide around. Who will haunt you in your dreams? Only the historical scenic spot Langya Taiwan.
108 Shangri-La
In a small mountain village, chickens and dogs listen to each other. Get dressed and drive Chai Men. Welcome guests and invite old friends. Spring breeze is a good time among birds and flowers.
Singing ancient poems, guqin and stringed instruments. Sit by the window and enjoy that piece, blue sky and white clouds. The mountain stream is clear and the pine forest is on the slope. There are sheep far and near.
Although in the afternoon, there was no meritorious military service. Under the snowy mountain, be a civilian. A game of chess, a cup of tea, ancient and modern, Qin Shihuang. Accompanied by singing, you don't worry about Tao or poverty.
How much affection? How much hate? Do not keep it. The world is colorful, so why pursue it? China is beautiful, where is it not fascinating? This feeling is the purest.
50 xian
It's been three years since we broke up, and loneliness is another autumn. Wild geese cross the willow in front of the court, children travel thousands of miles, worry, tears in Kyushu.
The scenery in Kyushu remains the same, but it is hard to remember. There is always a bitter parting in the world, and tonight the moon is like a hook. When will this hatred stop?
20 Liang Buan
In my dream, I miss you and travel alone. Who did I wake up for? A Yaotai song in the sky is a life-and-death love on earth.
Two ports on shore, two ports on shore, and both ports are gone. A port has changed from a sea to a field, and a port regards you as a miss.
77 Mount Tai
I am lucky to stay in Mount Tai tonight, and I would like to make love with the stars. Heaven does not smell the language of the holy emperor, but sleeps soundly in the sea of clouds.
Whoever knocks the heavenly drum in the cloud will break it in vain. A dream for a lifetime, why not a dream for ten thousand years?
109 hometown
Years are cold, and my hometown is idle. In the cold night, this yearning went to the Woods and farmland. Holding corn stalks, playing hide-and-seek and playing stubborn children. The north wind blows, the snow floats and the music is long.
At the foot of Langya Mountain is my hometown and my cradle. Shili Golden Beach, Shili Peach Blossom Garden. Wind and rain, how many years?
The hardest thing to forget, in the summer vacation: catching cicadas in the shade. In the pond: playing with each other and picking lotus. Seaside: facing the stormy waves, sailing and swinging fishing boats.
In the fishing song: at night, don't think about it. How much hope is there in the dream? Looking at my hometown, I feel very cordial. The scenery in my hometown is good and the water in my hometown is sweet. When is the triumph?
(Excerpted from Bai Yu's Three Hundred New Poems)