Since: Tian Zi's Prose Collection
? Qiu Lai painted landscapes and red makeup, which made the sky high and the water clear.
? Where are the secluded windows in Xue Mei?
Qiu left without saying goodbye. Remember? You once met me, and when autumn was full of red, we met in Mei Ting to write poems and paintings and compose an autumn rhyme. Now, I'm back, and I haven't seen you? You left, you left.
I love autumn, especially the red leaves in autumn. Whenever autumn comes, I will go to collect every falling maple leaf in autumn, grind the red leaves into colorful ink, draw a season of lovesickness on my drawing board, put my mark on it, and write a poem for you who have never met in autumn.
Cho, I'm back. Can you show me what you look like in winter? Let me write this poem when you are blushing.
Through the four seasons, through the windy years, just like the years when the sandalwood dyed blue, it is a beautiful song, ethereal on the dam in autumn, depicting a picture for a poem and a song. No matter how the years change, you and I will look for you in autumn, rhyming with the autumn melody.
Thousands of clouds, waves flowing in the lotus pond, rippling rhythm live in my heart lake, stirring my cool heart.
Sometimes, smoke rises in my heart; Perhaps, the broken years can't render the beauty of spring; Perhaps, the pace of time is too late to make up, just hiding in the sunset under the dust. I can't ask, but I can't find the groan in autumn, and I can't see your shadow on the drifting river boat. Today, I am here, waiting in the place full of autumn, until the misty sky, until the maple eyebrows bury me, no one will think of me again. .......
? Where is the fragrance of the orchid? Wait till you see the red skirt in autumn.
? Who knows the meaning of acacia powder? Maple leaves fall and dye eyebrows and flutes.
Perhaps, we can only use such a poem to interpret a realm, an autumn rain.
When I came from spring, I saw the garden full of flowers, butterflies flying and plum blossoms fragrant. The rainy season has come, the fog all over the sky has dyed the green mountains and green waters, and the heart sound has also tilted. Scattered feelings are always solidified by thunder in rainy season, and that kind of mood and wandering thoughts are intertwined with clouds in the sound of autumn cold.
Autumn, drizzly rain and dew, light clouds and light wind, quietly flowing with thoughts, thinking of maple leaves red, autumn drunk. Who is waiting for an encounter and a date in that world full of autumn red?
In autumn, monascus rain turns into smoke, the city walls are thick and the wind blows cold.
I was interested in the balcony and fell in love with the maple that could be sent.
Autumn smoke is misty, Italian cotton is wrapped, and the weather in early winter is a little cool, and the outline of the turret is chilled and frozen for three feet. When a clear tear falls, you are far away, do you know? Do you know that it is ink made of autumn red leaves, and it is a smoke scene painted for you?
Author/Lu Yanshiying, a native of Qionglai City, Sichuan Province, wrote hundreds of poems, novels, essays, prose poems and ancient poems with more than 2,000 lyrics under several pseudonyms. The pen names are: The Shadow of Poems in the Scenes of the Wolf Smoke, Tian Zi, the brother who wrote poems, the gentle sword, the Boss who fell in the wind, the lonely shadow in the wind, etc ... The author's real name is kept secret for the time being.