That window? On my manuscript paper? A square? My pen? Is there a small tree in front of the window? Gently swaying, revealing Ye Er in spring and the freshness and shyness of Bud? That window? Is it a photo in my photo album? The man who poked his head out? Is that a flower on the windowsill? Gently swaying, emitting? The color and fragrance of spring? Never Dissipate —— Modern Li Demin's The Tree Reveals Young Green
Too soon, but the cold rain came early and the wind came late. When you are drunk, you should be heavy. Natural people hate water when they grow up. -South Tang Yuan Zong Li Yu? Wuye rhythmic gymnastics
Swing on the swing, too lazy to rub delicate hands. Beside her, the thin Germany hung with crystal dew, and the sweat on her chest permeated with the thin silk robe. Suddenly, a guest came. She was desperate. She walked away without shoes, only wearing socks, and even the gold pin on her head fell off. She ran away shyly and leaned against the door, smelling the fragrance of plum flowers. ———? Song dynasty? Li Qingzhao's "Dianjiang Lip"
The rain outside the curtain is gurgling, and the spring is fading. Allred-rochow is too cold to stand. I don't know if I am a dream guest, but I am insatiable in one day. Lonely, not relying on fences, infinite mountains and rivers. It's easier to see when it's not. Running water is gone, and spring is gone. -"Langtaosha" by Yuan Zong Li Yu in Southern Tang Dynasty