Poetry recommendation

Poetry recommendation: September by Haizi, Door by Gu Cheng and Moon in the Mirror by Zhang Zao.

1, Haizi's September

Wild flowers on the grassland witnessed the death of the gods.

The distant wind is farther than the distant wind.

My piano whimpers and tears are gone.

I returned this distant place to the grassland.

One is called wood? One is called ponytail.

My piano whimpers and tears are gone.

In the distance, there is only one wild flower condensed in death.

The bright moon is like a mirror, and the grassland hangs high, reflecting the Millennium.

My piano whimpers and tears are gone.

Riding across the grassland alone

2. "In front of the door" of Gu Cheng

How I wish there was a doorway.

In the morning, the sun shines on the grass.

We are standing.

Grab the door leaf

The door is low, but the sun is shining.

The grass is bearing seeds.

The wind shook the leaves.

We stood without talking.

It is very beautiful

There is a door, don't open it.

If it is ours, it will be very beautiful.

In the morning, I will wander at night.

We gave him the lyre.

We're not leaving.

We need land.

Need land that will never be destroyed

We are going to ride it.

Throughout life

This land is rugged and sometimes narrow.

However, it has a history.

There is the sky and the moon.

Dew and morning light

We love this land.

We are standing.

Digging with wooden shoes

The door is hot, too

We leaned gently, which was beautiful.

Grass behind the wall

Won't grow up again

It just touched the sun with its fingertips.

3. Zhang Zao is in the mirror

As long as you remember the things you regret in your life.

Plum blossoms have fallen.

Like watching her swim across the river.

Like climbing a pine ladder.

Dangerous things are beautiful.

Why don't you watch her ride back?

Warm cheeks

Shame. Bow your head and answer the emperor.

A mirror is always waiting for her.

Let her sit in the mirror where she often sits.

Looking out of the window, as long as I think of things I regret in my life.

Plum blossoms fall in the south mountain.