Poetry about dates

Time

I saw you in a previous life. In Chang 'an, there were white pear blossoms all over the city.

The wind in the prosperous Tang Dynasty blew gently.

Jin Ge Tiema was drunk in the yellow sand,

the lost youth in Xiaozhao Temple.

Your smile melted into Mount Everest,

My soul was buried in Nyainqentanglha. < p

It's the apricot blossom spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

Best friend

Your clear eyes are blooming with extraordinary splendour

It seems like a touch of burning hongxia

The bright gem is also dejected and helpless

It's deep love

What makes you so happy

Sending this dormant fragrance out of thin air

That majestic roar < The sword in your hand

because I already know

that you regard pain as yourself

Time

The passage of time

The shortness of life

makes time precious

Time is an angel

It makes the value of life

Time is a devil

It makes the passage of time

Time is a multiple-choice question < Only a sigh

takes away the years of life

Time won't stay for you

Looking back indifferently

will make you lose more

Don't stop at your own pace for time

The years of elegance pass by

A regretful heart

The music will end

Time is like the wind, so don't worry about it.

I gently waved and

bid farewell to the clouds in the western sky.

The golden willow by the river,

the bride in the sunset,

the gorgeous shadow in the waves,

rippling in my heart.

the green grass on the soft mud,

the oily grass is swaying at the bottom of the water;

In the gentle waves of the Kanghe River,

I am willing to be an aquatic plant!

That pool under the shade of elm

is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky

crushed among floating algae, and

a rainbow-like dream is precipitated.

dreaming? Support a long pole,

wander to greener grass,

load a boat full of splendor,

sing songs in the splendor of splendor.

But I can't play songs,

Quietly is a farewell flute;

Summer insects are silent for me, too.

Silence is Cambridge tonight!

I left quietly,

just as I came quietly;

I waved my sleeve, and

I didn't take away a cloud.

November 6, 1928