Collect your own original poems

Xiang Si Dongji

The cold stars at night are sparse and silent.

Flowers and leaves leave little sadness.

Looking at the Yangtze River water from a distance

How many jokes are paid for?

Meet the Yangtze River at one o'clock.

The Yangtze River flows eastward to Penglai.

You miss the spring breeze.

The spring breeze deliberately sends away sadness.

Sadness, hangover and poetry

Qianshan's endless broken-hearted mirror

I still look to heaven for answers.

When will the spring breeze attract me?

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Clear head

But I can understand my heart

The spring breeze is full of wings.

Don't stop drinking,

Thinking about leaving sadness:

If it grows wings every day.

I will definitely thank the sky with yellow wine.