On Wang Zhaojun's Modern Poetry

A heart full of resentment.

Knead all your troubles into a small ball.

Put it in the toolbox you gave me.

There are still Iraqis leaning against the railing upstairs.

Cut off the spring mountain

A few years later.

You finally put down the scroll and did it.

Fairy in Linjiang

With a seven-foot fishing rod

Grab this.

Icy river water

The blue of the river

Dongfeng, don't follow the rhyme.

As soon as we entered March, peach blossoms panicked.

The glass is not full.

The moon in the sky is buried in the water.

A little closer.

A little superficial

On such a mild spring night.

Yidanzhuang Chu Hang

Hold your heart and show your resentment.

Although walking slowly.

Far away, but farther and farther away.

Poetry Edition of Two Biographies —— Wang Zhaojun

In the rut leading to the frontier fortress

Wang Wang looked at the painter's blood.

The closure of Yumen Pass

Slam down

Broke the eyes of Emperor Xian of Han Dynasty.

China grass seed

Feeding Hu people's cattle and sheep

desert wind

But when calculating dust,

ageing

The moon climbed out of the high wall of the Han Palace.

Pulled by a long rope

Beat into fine white frost

Sprinkle it outside the felt house

The mountains and rivers of Han family

Sleep on the pipa

San Zhao jun yuan

Tianbianbian

The first ray of sunshine appeared.

Open it

Sleepy eyes after a thousand years of silence

be lost in thought

I seem to have heard of it

Make a sound.

Distant and clear

call out

That fate is destined to connect three lives.

Let the lonely heart

Since then, I have my own home.

Recall the past days of our lives.

It used to be the south.

A grass

Be a nobody

Because of the tornado of the wind of fate

Drift to your grassland

Living plants

It turned into a Gesanghua.

It's just because

Bathe in the beloved spring

It's also a lifetime

A once-in-a-lifetime stream of happiness

A wish that is about to come true

It can only be

Hand in hand with border town

Enjoy the beautiful summer scenery

Ma Touqin was drunk and couldn't get around.

Chang 'an becomes a memory.

The Han Palace is far away in the autumn moon.

Have no regrets.

No complaints.

You are an orchid hanging on a cliff.

It's hard to see a beautiful face in a thousand years.

Three thousand powder locks the vast palace.

Who pushed you into the swamp of youth?

Who blinded the eyes of Emperor Xian?

Pipa interprets the pain of drawing.

Sadness soaked Leng Yue of Zitai.

Marry far away

Is this your only way out?

Daughter's body and eyebrows are in love.

In order to bring the seeds of peace and good neighborliness to the Hu people

I changed my silk skirt and sleeves.

Wear Luo Zhou riding boots.

Wind and frost outside the Great Wall

Shake my slender steps

The road is long and the desert is deep.

Can you smell it? Pipa by my lake

Shame, flying geese are beautiful, rosy clouds are drunk, and Xiangyun is drunk.

Yinger's delicate voice moistens the desolation of Saibei.

Can you see it? My love is full of tears.

Melt ice and snow, clear ink, and watch sheep.

Acacia took the soul of the moon around the yurt and came to Han Bang.

Sixty years of green hair turned into white hair.

Sixty years of wound scabbing.

I use my light life to resist the wind and sand of war.

I filled the gap between countries with a gentle smile.

As long as the weather is fine.

I don't regret it for a thousand years.