Two love poems

Drink with Li He.

Shipo

Tianjin

The autumn rain suddenly froze in mid-air.

At this time, I saw the window for the first time.

A guest rode a donkey from Chang 'an.

Carrying a cloth bag

Horrible images

A poem before people arrived.

As the cold rain falls.

I heard it again through the glass.

Xi's tinkling of the sun.

Oh! What a thin scholar!

dermic

Like a delicate wolf hair

Your big blue shirt, fluttering in the wind.

Surging thousands of waves

Chew spiced broad beans

Chew quatrains. Jueju jueju

In your warm eyes

Wen has a pot of newly brewed carved flowers.

From the Tang Dynasty to the Song Dynasty, the Yuan Dynasty was clear.

Final injection

My little wine glass

I want to put your favorite song, Seven Wonders.

Stuff it into the jar.

Shake it and you will see the clouds rise.

Words are drunk and slippery.

spread

When the urn breaks, your skin will break into pieces.

In the wilderness, there is a hidden smell.

wail like ghosts and howl like wolves—set up wild shrieks and howls

Wolves howl for thousands of miles.

Please come and sit down. I want to drink with you.

From the darkest night in history

Neither you nor I are idle people.

How can you worry about not getting into 300 Tang poems?

What kind of official is Li Lang in the Nine Grades? ?

It doesn't matter.

When you're drunk.

Spit poetry on the giant's jade steps

Drink, drink.

The moon tonight may not be suitable for us.

This eternal party is bright.

I want to write an obscure poem for you in the dark.

If you don't understand, let them not understand.

Do not understand; don't understand; ignorant of

Why do we laugh at each other after reading it?

At some point.

We arrived at Lok Ma Chau.

The fog is rising and we are in a daze.

The palms began to sweat.

Looking at the homesickness that has expanded dozens of times in glasses.

Scattered with the wind.

When the distance is adjusted to heartbeat.

A distant mountain flew head-on

Hit me.

Severe internal injuries

Gross. Gross.

Sick as a cuckoo withered on a hillside.

There is only one flower left.

Squat behind the "No Crossing" sign.

Hemoptysis, at this time,

An egret started up from the rice field.

Fly over Shenzhen

Suddenly it folded back.

At this time, the partridge made a sound with fire.

That smoky cry

Sentence by sentence

Through Joan Hinton in March in different places.

My eyes are red and my blood is boiling.

You turned up the collar of your coat and asked me.

Cold, or

Not cold

The vernal equinox follows fear.

Tomb-Sweeping Day is not far away.

I actually understand Cantonese accent.

When the rain turns the vast land

Translate into cyan language

Here! You said that Futian village is over the water fence.

The soil of the old country is within reach.

But all I caught was a cold fog.

Postscript: Invited to visit Hong Kong in mid-March. /kloc-On the morning of 0/6, Brother Yu Guangzhong personally drove me to visit the Lok Ma Chau border. At that time, it was foggy, and the mountains and rivers of the old country were faintly visible in the telescope, and the ears echoed with the sound of partridges that had never been heard for decades. The so-called "fear of being close to home" is probably my mood at that time.

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