1, four degrees of spring breeze, the gap washed by several autumn rains.
2, black hair cream weaves the sun and the moon, and chalk has no words to write the spring and autumn.
3, spring silk is not old, autumn candle tears are thicker.
4, spring sowing peach and plum 3000 nursery, Qiu Lai fruitful China.
5, the mighty sorrow is slanting during the day, and the whip refers to the end of the world. I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation.
6. There is nowhere in the void, as if it were glass. No matter who reaches the realm of poetry, Zen has gone beyond poetry.
7. White bastard in the East Palace, Zen master in the South Fourth Hospital. Seeing each other in the distance, there is nothing in my heart.
8. Those towering skyscrapers are happy and don't remember the year. Dial the clouds to find the ancient road, lean against the trees and listen to the flowing water. Warm flowers lie on green cows, white cranes sleep on high pine branches. Talk to the teacher, the river has been shrouded in dusk, I want to walk alone in the cold mountain clouds.
Appreciation of some poems:
Ji Hai's Miscellaneous Poems (V) —— Author Gong Zizhen? Ching Dynasty
The vast sadness of parting extends to the setting sun, away from Beijing, riding a whip to the east, feeling that people are on earth.
I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation.
"The sadness of parting extends to the distant place where the sun goes down." When I left Beijing, I felt that I was at the end of the world with a flick of my whip to the east. I quit my job and went home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but it was not a heartless thing. It has become the soil of spring and can also play a role in cultivating the next generation.