Appreciation of Modern Poetry in Early Winter

early winter

in early winter, it is cold and the courtyard is empty.

I'm crossing the river alone, only thinking about snow and falling maple.

Laughing in the peach blossom

Miss the spring breeze, and the peach blossom is red.

I don't know where to look, but I am laughing and swaying flowers.

deep affection

I love you deeply, and Xiyang talks songs.

Plum blossoms smile and join hands with flowers.

carefree and happy

streamer throws everything away, and success or failure is not empty.

the five realms are thrown out of the clouds, and they are happy.

After a few autumn flowers,

I gather and disperse in a hurry, sad and tearful.

I don't know when to tell you, but the flowers have fallen for several years.

starry night

the flowers go to sleep at night, and the moon shines long.

turbid wine raises the cup high, and it is heartbreaking to look empty.

The world of mortals knows when the cocoon is broken

Going back to the empty ferry, the drizzle will break my clothes.

where the flowers fall silently, the world of mortals will know through the cocoon.

Love remains the same

The stars sink under the sea, and the rain winds around the mountains.

spring is still full, and Xiyang magpie is still there.

Maple leaves travel in late autumn

Flowers flow with the water, and the green hills love the old feelings.

the cuckoo watches the blue moon, and the maple leaves travel in late autumn.

homesickness

The leaves are frosty all over the sky, and the song is pale.

tonight, I am drunk and dreaming of my hometown.

meet

meet for a hundred years, and life and death are two different days.

stand by the bridge hand in hand and bury Yutian.