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Selected Poems by Zhang Xianliang
(***80 poems)
Night Rain
In the night rain, the lone lamp faces the evening wind, and the rivers and lakes drink for a hundred years.
A life story can be intoxicated, regardless of the cup of tea or wine.
Expressing feelings
The smoke rising over the desert is melodious, and the setting sun over the long river shines into the distance.
Who cares about the gains and losses of honor and disgrace? Let the wind and clouds pass by and relax.
Kouzhan on the bank of the Yangtze River
As soon as the Chinese dragon emerged from Kunlun, it flew over Hanyang and further east.
If you look up at the sea for a while, you will be able to achieve greatness in the world just around the corner.
Ancient pine
In the face of the wind, it was not granted the title of the First Emperor, but became an ancient pine on a barren mountain.
Don’t ask about the frost and snow that year, just feel free to gossip tonight.
Mid-Autumn Festival
The sun can shine and the mountains can be carried. When I return home, I am speechless and stand by the west window.
The rising and falling moon of the ages does not reflect Chang'e's old face.
Looking at Helan from afar
Looking at Helan while leaning on the city tower alone, the long carriage broke through Xiongguan today.
The smoke of gunpowder disappeared where the setting sun fell, and a wisp of red cloud dyed the mountain.
Kou Zhan on the bank of the Yellow River
Once Kunlun is out to sea, the sky is wide, and thousands of miles of wind and clouds can come and go.
Mo Dao Suan is as flat as a mirror, but deep in the microwave there are turbulent waves.
The wild horse
The wind and the snow will not follow the trend, so there is no need for Bole to be proud.
Wild horses can hardly bear heavy loads in their lives, and they still gallop towards the wilderness when they grow old.
Night Dream
Mo Dao Jiangnan is my old home, and the scenery in the dream may become a ruin.
And if you hang a silk thread across the sea, you will only catch black dragons and not fish.
The sigh of the prosperous age
If you don’t follow the famous generals on your journey, you won’t find beautiful women all over the world.
It is a prosperous age when you are old, where can a man send his head?
The heart of spring
Why should the heart of spring be entrusted to the East Lord, while the cold west wind is left alone...
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