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Author: Li Shangyin Age: Tang Style: Seven Laws Category: Boudoir Love
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing, and a hundred flowers are blooming.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
Modern poetry:
Wake up from the shock of spring thunder
Stick out your head and embrace the sweet new leaves.
Bite hard.
Diligently fill the stomach that has been ill for a winter.
I am like a newly awakened silkworm.
A busy literary forum in the evening.
Swallow one by one greedily
Try to enrich my pale life
Spring silkworms slowly release mulberry leaves.
Turn into beautiful silk
I also slowly put what I have learned
Condense into beautiful poems
This process is very happy.
This process is full of difficulties.
But as long as you survive the struggle of pupae
There is hope to realize the dream of flying.