Pick up the modern poetry of Qingwa

One is adolescent epilepsy, and the other is adolescent madness.

The bamboo raft is attached to the boat, and there is a hat by the river.

Deep in the secluded place, there are also blue tiles, whose green clothes are cool in the stone.

A glass of wine is in the old lapel, and a piano is still in the palace;

The breeze is barely drunk with the afterglow, and the vicissitudes of life have crossed the east bank of the river;

Pearl throwers are everywhere. Although they are in a good situation, they arrive late and leave early.

A sapphire mirror, a Buddhist sutra,

Lanzhou sent you away by mistake and threw me over the bridge.

Huang Meiyu was picked up when the bench was broken.

One rides a black-eared horse, the other rides a green pony,

I carved the old marks on the tiles one by one,

You're out there,

Wherever you go, you will find a place to draw water.

A stone falls and a boat struggles.

Plum, red bean, cardamom and yellow rice porridge,

Ride a bamboo horse to find a bamboo horse,

Throwing people then, throwing people now.

If I ask, why don't flowers have a hundred-day red,

If I ask, why can't people last for a thousand days?

When did you meet by chance? It's only the first time, but this year.

One is like a horn at first, and the other is like a corner. Ask the fisherman in the cloud.

I shouldn't waste my time. I hope you can understand.

Six horses and sheep cry fishy, sink fish and dive out of the water,

Rust spots on the saddle of the golden coat, but I haven't seen my heart for a long time.

Can Mei mistook the frost on the sideburns for snow.

If you send a green note, you will get a small red Tai Jian. Why can't you find Qiangdi here?

Yinmaquan, next to the private villa, has a guteng well;

My hair barely covers my forehead, the grass is leaving this world, and it is in full bloom when my hair is waist-length. ...