Ungrateful poems at the age of 2 are as follows:
1. Partridge sky. New Year's greetings
Text/future
No admiration for prosperity, no admiration for fame, and superficial streamers.
Xinglai once danced plum blossom, and when he was drunk, he often walked with Taibai.
watch the passing water and the meteor, and when you watch it, you will palm your idle flute horizontally.
Wan Li, a land of rivers and mountains, hides in his heart, and he is fond of me.
2. Give a poem to a friend
Wen/future
Qing lives in the north of the Saibei and I am in the south of the Yangtze River, and the south branch is frozen in Beichuan.
There is nothing to send from New Year's Eve to Spring Festival, and a wisp of plum fragrance enters the poem.
3. Feeling at the end of the year
Wen/Fan Mu
The sun rises in the cold mountains, and the sea rises and falls in the fog.
uh-huh, you can't get rid of it, but it will eventually break the world.
4. At the end of the year, I feel
the article/and remember
The geese go to Hengyang to think about the future, and the clouds splash ink to guess.
Qing Chuan is near Zuilipeng Mountain, and the flocks of moths are not stained.
5. Seven Rhythms. Feeling at the end of the year
Writing/Idle people
The calendar opens again, and the new year continues to sing the old year ballads.
the high wind blows away the dust, while the heavy snow buries the wasteland and obscures the turbidity.
years leave frost and white temples, and mountains and rivers have their own beauty.
the golden monkey holds high the magic wand, and Jiuyu clarifies the rat demon.
6. At the end of the year, I feel
the writing/cold dew
like a shadow. At the end of the year, the reincarnation once sighed.
I'm ashamed to talk and dream of Ling Yunzhi, but I'm ashamed to recall the infatuation to wake up the world.
it's a lonely and rainy calendar, and it's cold in the summer before the camp.
The floating life only wishes to stay in spring, and the drunken youth comforts the heart.
7. Partridge in the sky. Feeling at the end of the year
Wen/Wang Quankang
Wandering alone in the wind and rain, just for Lilu, not for the name.
years have passed quietly in my fingers, but the drunken countryside and mountains are still leaning.
reminiscing about the past, sighing about life. I know how to waste my time.
the dream of the world of mortals is a flash in the pan, and it is only at the end of the year that paper money is light.
8. Have a message on New Year's Day
/Feng Ling
Come to ask the first gentleman at the beginning of January, and it is getting newer every year.
when I live on an island without cold days, I still miss the touch of spring in my hometown.