Guo gongyi
Half of them live in caves,
How many years can Jiangshan last?
Today, in the Central Plains,
Heaven and earth!
Youbao temple
Orchestral strings are wrapped in filial piety,
People call it the blue sky.
Come to the temple today,
At this time, I am ashamed.
Dan Xin helped bring justice,
A black face and outspoken.
Tough to survive to this day,
The wind all over the world is clear.
Longmen Grottos
Half of Linjiang is a Buddha,
On both sides of the Taiwan Strait, the Iraqi Watergate was gently opened.
Generation after generation of royal elegance,
The hearts of thousands of people.
A person has the ability to win the championship,
Nine old poets can recite poems in spring.
Our generation came to look for ancient traces,
The cave is full of mountains and holes.
Juyi Tomb in Bai Yuan
The peak of pipa has stabilized,
Hold your head high and cover the sun.
Weed elder grave for a while,
Wen Wan encourages new people!
Tears along Xunyang River,
Yu Yichun in Cheng Que's account.
Li Ming Xiangshan has a long-term vision.
Deep water crosses Longmen!
Travel notes of Fuyang
Spring breeze is sometimes warm and sometimes cold.
Dry and slightly cold air.
This world of manual drilling,
I wander among the resurrected creatures.
Dead vines one after another,
Crying under the ravages of dust;
And little yellow flowers in full bloom,
But confidently swaying the charm of bees.
I sat alone on a stone by the river,
Soft sunshine warms the rippling ripples;
The pearl of vision touches the wound of my heart,
Weird waves pluck the strings of my life.
The real cold is over,
Warmth and consideration have not really arrived;
Only the yellow leaf buds on the willow branches,
Pour out the commandments of the plant world to the little yellow flower.
I opened my heart to them,
But I don't know how to communicate with each other.
Why? I can't be with them,
Strange language of spiritual communication.
All the information in this world, together with numbers,
Delete everything in my mobile phone.
Change the bell and find yourself an excuse.
To describe the sadness accumulated in my heart.
Hold out my left hand,
Take this season of alternating cold and warm;
Implant my lost time,
Let them collect the fragments in my heart.
People walked past the yellow flowers one by one,
Happy, sad;
Praise, silence.
Little yellow flower doesn't care about anyone,
It blooms only for its own kingdom.
Roam in the countryside
In a previous life, I was a handful of loess.
In this life, I have evolved into an adult.
I will always belong to my hometown. Mountains and rivers, birds and fish are all witnesses.
I came in July, when the wheat was just right and the rice was fragrant.
At that time, my dusty feet
Tread through every corner of the village
The grass is green, catching butterflies against the wind.
I belong to this village.
Chop bamboo, play flute and play piano.
I am a vagrant in the country.
Looking for roots, walking in a different place, but still can't get out of my hometown.