Beautiful prose poetry

1. Reminiscing about youth·Singing softly

Ice Moon

(1)

In the secluded place of late winter, the frost wind is gentle In the courtyard, there are broken tung trees and a dry well.

Try a glass of wine alone to get rid of the liver and intestines.

Singing lightly is like a dream.

Listen attentively even if there is no one around.

Sitting leisurely against the railing, waiting for the sparse shadows of plum blossoms.

(2)

There are fading grasses in front of the steps, residual willows by the lake, and jackdaw pampas grass.

The smoke from the stream is still dim, and the lonely eyes are stagnant.

A wisp of worry carries thousands of flavors.

Who is drunk with sighs and dreams?

Leaning on the railing, the clouds are far away, and the morning wind is holding my clothes.

2. Jiangcheng Plum Blossom Induction·Plum Blossom Appreciation

Ice Moon

The snow is falling one after another.

The fog is thick and the love is thick.

The frosty moon is hidden, and the plum blossoms are refreshing.

The sparse shadows are swaying frequently, the face is beautiful, facing the wind, the posture is light, dancing in the brocade skirt.

Brocade skirt, brocade skirt, lingering beauty.

The incense is burning, and the butterflies are flying.

Smell and smell, endless smell, so much fragrance.

Relive it at night, with the candle shining on Tian En.

I woke up from a dream with a sudden break, the eaves were silent, and there was no trace of the past.

3. Xing Xiangzi·Reminiscent of Feelings

Ice Moon

Reunion after a long absence, cool moon and autumn breeze.

Compatible with gaze and smile.

Speechless and silent, all the words you want to say are empty.

No matter how quiet it is, your heart will move and your tears will never end.

The pillow is cold and the dream is frightening, the light shadows are hazy.

The mist is gentle and disappears without a trace.

The poem is thin in the middle of the night, but still longing.

But tears are hard to hold back, feelings are unforgettable, and letters are hard to understand.

4. Love from the past

Liu Changbin (Grassroots)

Love from the past

The red leaves are light

The geese pass by The sky is mournful

Thoughts are confused in the cold night

The moon is bright

The dust is light and the wind is light

The floating clouds are like a painted screen

Singing and dancing to add to the fun

Singing about the good years with words

Youthful love

A knight's journey

A pot of drunken sleep once

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Who will listen to the empty cup

Quiet night

Flashy and youthful

Stealing a moment of clarity

Chasing dreams in a floating life Half awake

Who understands my thoughts to the sound of the piano

Candlelight shadow

Time flies

Meteors disappearing from the sky

I just woke up from the dream

A piece of infatuation is endowed with the moonlight

Even if the breeze laughs at me for using my love indiscriminately

Short song line

Everywhere The bonfire reflects on the shore

The bustling market has disappeared

Just like a season of duckweeds

Drifting away from wandering love

Sad and frightened

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No longer young

I just woke up from the dream

A piece of infatuation endowed with the moonlight

The breeze laughed at me for using my love indiscriminately

I laugh at the breeze and don’t understand the love of the past

5. Thrush

Flowers fall

Dream

Blue hair turns white< /p>

The red dress faded

How long does it take to think about it?

Painting on a wall for a moment

Thinking about it for a lifetime

It’s difficult to think about everything

It is unforgettable even when it comes out

The sorrow of falling in love with the shadow is tasted;

Tasting the illusion is like a mirror

In the mirror, the temples become frost,

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The lonely lamp shadow is sad,

It hurts the matchmaker

Hua Hongzhuang

Bo Xiang Nian dies