On the lush and vicissitudes of the flower path
You can't see the head until the green flag turns.
It's like walking on an ancient city wall
The past years are mottled and falling.
I saw a kudzu vine with a waist like a bear hug.
The tree is wrapped with vines and lotus roots.
Birds are holding seeds and pulling black shit to sprout.
The prize money is wet and buried deeply.
Bury, bury, break into cicadas
Screaming in annoyance, it's almost autumn.
I took a selfie on the bluestone board, narcissistic.
Pace and stomp
Pace and pace
Pace and stomp
It's like walking on an ancient city wall
I put the wine through the thickness of the wall with a whistle.
Listen to the autumn wind, the hut falls down and the firewood rustles.
Telling that the Yangtze River is rolling eastward.
The spring rain that sneaked into the night filled the autumn pool.
Lush vines covered the pavilion.
A scrawny old man about to be blown down by the wind.
Shook his head and looked helplessly at the thatch in the water.
I heard a heavy sigh.
Obviously, it is a frown, and the hair and eyes are too early.
How sad is it?
I walked on the wall.
Listen to the cheers in the wall.
Tall nanmu trees reflect sunlight.
Cut into pink crape myrtle
Maybe find another girl who is obsessed with lotus flowers by the pond
A shy hug
I can't walk on the wall.
I long for egrets to stop on the sandbar outside the wall.
The roadside has become a mass of cicadas, which are still annoying.
I cried, I was tired, and I was in the hot sun.
I raced with the annoying cicada.
I'm still crying
rhythm
I despise the back I left to the world.
I laughed at koi fish's slippery back.
Suddenly wandering at the fork in the road.
Who can help the Jianghu?
Should I go left or right?