I leaned on the balcony alone, in the faint breeze;
As far as the eyes can see,
The dark parting sadness on the horizon is out of sight.
In the fading sunlight, smoke rose above the grass green.
No one will rely on the meaning of a column without words.
I'll drown my sorrows in wine:
Recite in front of the cup,
Nervous laughter will not bring relaxation.
I think my dress is too big, but I won't regret it;
For Iraq, people are only tired.
Zhang Jiuling, full moon Philip Burkart one.
The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world.
People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones.
Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.
You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams.
I like these two poems better. Actually, there are many more. Typing is too slow. I hope you will like them, too!