Modern poetry with distinctive style of ink and wash dance

Mowu Fengqing

Time is the most beautiful story.

It's fascinating to have a fleeting time.

I want to go to the mountains in the suburbs.

Take a walk by the lake

Even if it is not the prosperity of Luoyang.

It is also a beautiful spring.

On the grassland, in the morning breeze

The smell of tender grass is floating in the air.

There are birds singing and cicadas singing.

When you feel comfortable

Please borrow your pen and paper.

Write it down and make your heart move.

Even if it comes a little late.

They're still on their way.

Like a sunset in the twilight.

It's dawn, there must be a touching song.

The homing bird is the heartbeat on the horizon.

Wonderful moment, sunbathing on the other side of the mountain.

With passion and emotion,

Mo Wu Feng Qing was born.

Be fascinated by the spring in front of you.

In a blink of an eye, it is a fruitful autumn.

Even though you were in high spirits yesterday, you can still hug each other.

Looking back, why not drink a toast?

Sunsets and clouds on the horizon

How many days have you met again?

Put down your work.

Let's get together,

"Ink Dance and Clear Rhyme" is a garden for you to learn.

It's also your job.

Don't be afraid to exaggerate shyness.

The vibrant spring is waiting for you.

Wonderful, will sing on your pen tip.

Don't hesitate, you are not a "singer"

You, don't indulge in poetry and painting

There are no horns and cars here.

You, sit quietly.

Have a cup of tea and a sip of wine, and spill the ink in your heart.

Mixed with tea and wine, the "ink dance breeze" drips here.

After many years, there is still a lingering fragrance in the lips.

Remember the guest room of Mo Dance Style?

Remember that square wooden table?

Remember that drink confession.

In autumn, the evening breeze blows gently.

The same beauty, the same singing.

Liu Yin in midsummer fascinated my eyes.

In the cold winter, the snowman is the most jealous and heartbroken.

The same hobby, the same pursuit.

If you are touched, please prepare a pen and paper.

Not exactly. I'll lend you one.

Sit down and have a drink of the poetry book in Mo Dance Style.

There is also a mood of ink.