Full of winter breath in the sun.
Sweep the dust like a glorious ceremony.
Where the breeze blows, where the noise makes noise.
The ragged old man cleaned the dead leaves.
Autumn has passed.
All the red and purple passions
And hungry eyes
Is dying with autumn.
The wind brushed my pale cheek.
Looking back, flowers bloom and fall, and England withers. In desolation
The earth erased the disguised weeds, leaving only.
Bare soil is full of barren land.
Who saw it: under the Nanshan fence
A chrysanthemum that never shrinks.
I have to think about it at the end of October.
The moon in the Tang Dynasty. The wind of Tang dynasty
Poems of the Tang Dynasty were piled up in the woodshed. Like pilgrims
I knelt in front of the temple and prayed.
Admit it, on Christmas Eve.
Looking up at the Etruscan architecture with green smoke.
I tried to convert in the warm night wind.
Looking forward to the final bell ...
The former is born.
Fate is said by a poet who walked out of campus:
"The wind is blowing, the snow is falling, and the cold winter is coming-whoever is born at this time will be born forever, and whoever is not born at this time will never be born!"
Cold and steep
2 1 trees, snow, birds, wilderness
What's between me and them? ...
From the balcony on the fourth floor.
It is a row of buildings.
The color of snow in the wheat field
The sun shines on an ordinary piece of paper.
Except for the monotonous color.
What else can I ask for?
Emotion ran away in the snow, even though
Melting ice and snow, walking in the snow.
The sound of the piano penetrated into the roots of the old tree.
-Is the destination wandering or looking for it?
The sun walks on the snow and pearls are everywhere.
Dazzling people shine at the moment, like the legendary escape in the wild.
For example, Shan Hai Jing.
Every word of it is true.
In the depths of the motherland, Wordsworth's poems shocked his heart:
"... among the deciduous roses.
An abandoned bird's nest is full of snow. "
In the empty valley, the dead branches that the domestic birds flew over shook the lost leaves.
Swing gently. Zheng Hong is exhausted.
The spring winds down the hillside.
Become a lively guzheng, ice and snow are smart.
The direction of its flow
Is the guidance of the gods, the guidance of proverbs.
Plum blossoms are snowing cold to the bone marrow.
Plants don't need thoughts, just like classical girls.
-blooming alone is pure.
Villages covered by Bo Xue. A faint singing voice
Like a frozen melody
Drifting to a pure night.
Like a soft smoke trail
I see that pallor is no longer winter.
At dusk, the village became dark.
The roof is extremely simple.
-Sin is also transformed into holiness.
Snow is warm. ...
The city was in ruins before three heavy snows came.
Impetuousness or weakness of inner metaphor.
A dark undercurrent refused to approach.
I don't know, beyond the sacred.
What else spread besides rumors?
In my dream, violent snow was approaching me;
At dusk, by the lake, an old man was alone.
Sunset and birds also deviate;
The weak child witnessed the whole process as an outsider.
..... Who can save the day?
This is angry snow, sad snow.
A light of forbearance reveals the true nature of all beings;
Yin deficiency in one corner. Le diable noir
Drooling over the bones in my hand.
Next, it will rule the world in the name of happiness.
Like a sparrow in the mature season of wheat
Will harvest before the farmers.
The sky turned dark. Elegy has been sung for thousands of years.
I tried to convert in a moment of intoxication.
From awe to yearning, I can't stop.
Within the watch, where is the boundary of forgetting the river?
Whose heart was put in the bottle?
Buried by heavy snow, struggling in the sea of suffering
Burn HarmonyOS system black?
Strange teams marched in the street, their faces smeared with filth;
Spring has come, and so has the madman.
Autumn is gone, and there are many lunatics.
My heart is a piece of melancholy snow
My bones are bathed in it, like a dead branch)
In the deepest part of suffering, heavy snow is always gloomy.
Some sufferings have been dispelled, while others are being assembled and merged.
All beings are rock solid.
So I believe more and more that the greatest sorrow lies in the people.
Ruins can testify: snow in June.
Scattered, covering up filth and impurity.
Dou E and her mother.
Parallel in the deep alley, healthy eyes
Staring at the bones in the wind
It's been over a thousand years.
Indulgent laughter, scattered around the execution ground.
Pick up the lingering sound of the clear moon and hold it in your hand.
It's empty. I buried the body in the snow.
After that, a long silence resounded through the eight famines.
The falling snow will eventually become a sad song.
On the cold bones of the earth, it flows into the soil.
Four midnight, the fire passed through the body.
Snow is also called burning.
The sorrow of generations has been repeated by you.
Stand up, a move in the dark
As if it were lava. Light and fire in the cage
The light of morality generate comes out.
The snow in the distance is desolate.
I wandered on the frozen shore.
Once again, I saw the echoes of the working people and the ancient times.
Step by step ...
Full of ripe fruit
Hunger killed the sadness of parting on the way.
Graveyards and deserted graves after heavy snow.
In the whirlpool of every footprint
Very sexy. hot ...
A ranger with a flute on his back, his eyes are confused and he cares about the world.
Who else has seen the broken wing?
Go forward, a group of people full of misfortune and warmth.
My relatives. Now spring is near.
Have you ever heard of the fragrance of rice and flowers in your hometown?
A pair of calloused hands hold a big bowl of coarse porcelain. brothers
Let the north wind wash away your fatigue.
And then suppress it into a sad ancient style.
Walking on the river ...
Live even if it's humiliating and difficult.
Increase the weight of history with rough blood and sweat
Tears rolled down my eyes. A sharp sword
Blue light. Be taken away by people who advocate sacrifice
Tianjin balitai. Nie Zhongjie's martyrdom
The north wind forged stone statues in a cloudy sky.
The air is filled with smoke. Full of holes in the grinding or counterattack.
Noble personality
Extreme loneliness and despair. Noble death
Be quiet at five. The heart is burning and beating in the dark.
Magnificent snow, like clear paper money.
The tears of the blind girl washed my body.
Lightning flashed, and a wisp of red yarn heralded an eternal tactic.
A vagrant cries at midnight-
Can you remember the original color when the sand sinks to the bottom of the water?
"Who can help a homeless wild fox,
Building a house for living. "
The ink is not dry, and the wolf's hair is asleep.
Time turns into poor paper in a bronze bell.
Snow: a soul rises
All the rivers listen to the same elegy in silence.
The meaning of poetry was thus established. West of yangguan
Qiangdi and Hu Jia blew up the soldiers' bones.
Desolate. Desolate. Lonely empty valley
The heavy snow at the end of the year polished 100 thousand lamps
Who meditates in the snow?
Who has been hiding behind the blue light for long?
North of the Yellow River and south of the Great Wall.
The war returned to calm. The plot fades away
It left us a scarred memory.
Like falling snowflakes: light and perfect
This is the last heavy snow before the end of the year.
Last but not least, it makes a paranoid soul
I learned that all the stones left in the school have become flowers.
What else can heaven hide?
Set foot on the return journey. Warm eyes are fuzzy snow.
The dream of killing blood in the aura is stirring.
Six evils have rusted.
Aurora. The faint song of the sky
All the flowers bloom in white peace.
Fill my burning chest
Lonely people have the night.
The forerunner shed sad tears.
Many monuments have stood for generations.
Beggars get sympathy. Let me die!
The wind blew away the news of separation.
Salt and heavy snow are falling. Coal and iron
Forging the hope of self-improvement
This village is rich in food. Wanderer wandering
Desperate hands grab the rope.
Bronze is the wing that carries the earth.
Incandescent lamp, refuse or refuse?
My emotions are isolated.
Standing on the glacier like a horse.
Fresh sunshine. Crystal snow
Reach the polar regions. I'm not leaving.
This place is far from the cell. Loud and quiet
White rock. White water. A white bride.
A faint frost covered it.
Virtual silence. Except for the white stuff.
Everything is gone. The sound of nature hits the forehead.
Let me be a little plant.
Stay forever.-I'm white
Aurora is erratic in the corner of my eye.
Pale red, orange yellow, crimson purple, changing brightness and shape.
Instantly realize = bend over
The fireworks spread the fragrance of happiness and curled up.
Get close to, or get away from.
Spent my whole life.
Seven. All right. Now let's sum up.
In fact, nothing was said about a heavy snow.
Before that, poetry itself,
I deliberately forged the language.
The exquisiteness of the branches makes the feelings awkward.
Maybe it's like heavy snow.
It also looks dull and cramped on paper.
I can't forget the whole winter.
A Life-long Work "History of the Mind" by a Hui writer
Teaching history of bloody cardia
A history of struggle to help you sublimate.
An immortal epic about heroes and beliefs
According to legend:
"Praise God for making knowledge useless; He made amal's lack of knowledge sick; He made the pious amal's knowledge correct. "
I practiced this amal, but I'm not a Muslim.
I dare not claim my knowledge of writing. Although I tried to prove something, I accumulated too much, perhaps only paranoia and nothingness.
Therefore, I no longer expect to be understood.
The end of 2000, the spring at the turn of the century.
Lonely snowy night, snowy area on the edge.
Read by me, proved by my eighteen years of suffering and trauma.
This road is only open to lonely people.
Thought is the abandonment of years.
Be disgusted with the splendor everywhere
There was no thunder when landing on a cold night.
True despair or rise is silent.
Weak children can't settle down in the secular world.
Running endlessly, breathing in the wind.
Like a ship sailing against the wind
The sail stood quietly and firmly. ...
This position will never change. this evening
The edge of small towns, cities and villages
Suburb, the edge of prosperity and remoteness
Only faith is a beacon at night. ...
The eternal stars are out of reach.
Firecrackers, images full of tears
With fleeting light
Illuminate the land of suffering or the future.
After experiencing great pain.
The return of human warmth is true and calm.