Two new houses by Chishui River.
A three-story building is my savings for many years.
Open the window facing the river.
When the south wind blows naturally, you can appreciate a coin.
The sound of knocking on the ground
Loud, harmonious and solemn
Yesterday, today, I heard a poem
First, review the sandstorm in the northwest desert.
Frozen by the twelfth lunar month before and after entering Haihe River.
Open the historical Jingzhou city.
Cross the Yangtze River and the Yellow River, and
Sun, Moon and Kunlun, Kunlun beyond Kunlun
Thousands of miles to Wan Li.
Step out of a stroke of Chinese characters
Businessmen or poets seldom wake up overnight.
A balcony with water and sunshine.
Read the sound of the south wind and coins falling to the ground
The past is just a language picked by a fruit tree.
Outside the heart, there is always
Reinforced concrete yellow sand, including those
A small stone in the eyes of money
For my building, I am eager to expand.
In the surging moment
Lift up step by step, pull up
My poetry and life, from which
Simple enough to say nothing.
Pingjiang road
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Green river
Quietly flowing
Old house, solemn
Leaning quietly
Alley, quiet
Stretch silently
Gujing, very deep.
Wait silently.
Play chess in the shade of a tree
excited
Fishing by the railing
Natural destiny? br & gt
Take the teapot
Idle and forget yourself
Listen to the sound of pingtan
Close your eyes and meditate.
All the elders
aged
sway
But they are full of energy.
Some people say,
Tradition has been neglected.
Vague ancient rhyme
History is lost.
but I ...
Look at tradition
I heard the ancient rhythm.
Feel history
Pingjiang road
You, with tradition.
You, keep the ancient rhyme.
It continues the history. ...