Modern: Zhu Ziqing
There is fine smoke in the flat forest, and the sky is like a mountain.
The waning moon still peeps at people, and how many tears flow.
Huanxisha (word)
Modern: Zhu Ziqing
Green, black and red are like smoke.
My eyes are tired and my eyebrows are tired.
The breeze beat against the bamboo window.
More leaks (text)
Modern: Zhu Ziqing
Cold brocade, tired pillow.
The red candle is crumbling.
It's drizzling, it's dark and the wind is noisy.
The paper window is broken.
Yu Meiren (word)
Modern: Zhu Ziqing
See you in three years.
At first glance, it's hard to tell.
Be diligent in mastering sign language.
There are white clouds and pale dogs on earth.
River biography (word)
Modern: Zhu Ziqing
Sculls.
It's nothing.
This is a long way.
The flowing stream bridge is lonely.
Jiangchengzi
Modern: Zhu Ziqing
See you at Xiaohongqiao Bank.
The water is full of water.
The mountain peak in the distance is green.
A wisp of spring clouds, low around the blue was born.
Bodhisattva Man (word)
Modern: Zhu Ziqing
The spring breeze is green, and the grass in the south of the Yangtze River is green.
Tourists rushed to release Jiangnan.
Xiaoyu, Ruyan Liu.
Swallows are loitering in front of the curtains.
Yu Meiren (word)
Modern: Zhu Ziqing
Qian Shan's head turned white for an instant.
Take a completely detached attitude.
Come at night, stranger. Get in the car.
This is all about Modi's dream of going home.
Yu Meiren (word)
Modern: Zhu Ziqing
Smoke is thousands of miles away.
There is no news in town.
Poor weak flocculant can't help but catch the wind.
Several times, I left home and went to the west and the east.
Huanxisha (word)
Modern: Zhu Ziqing
I can't help thinking of the river bridge.
Flying all over the sky, and it is day and night.
Listen to the running water and write voiceless.
Yugezi (word)
Modern: Zhu Ziqing
Mangroves and green hills manage fishing lines.
A gondola goes with the flow.
After a light rain, the sunset was late.
Yan Yan took off the hemp fiber with a smile.
Yu Meiren (word)
Modern: Zhu Ziqing
The moonlight is like a water cage, and the mist fills the air.
People listen to anvil pestle.
Qionglou Yuyu said that year.
Sandy is left, a ruined well and grass.