Miss Z's imaginary world, Zhu, trees, gaze, eyebrows, the river that blows with the wind, is dedicated to the poets who once lived in exile in Siberia, Bai Juyi, Furong and Mr. J.
1, Zhu
When sunlight illuminates the hillside,
A bird flew in.
That's an ibis.
Fall on the golden canopy
It stared at the sun on the water.
Like a pilgrim looking at the Ganges.
2. That tree
It will be invisible darkness
Change into complex shapes and gorgeous colors.
But sometimes, the devil in the dark
Always crawling on its branches.
Shake off all the leaves
naked light
Hold it tightly in the hands of every leaf.
Shake or disappear, it still exists.
Rare silence, do not discuss gains and losses with the storm.
Don't talk about life and death with fire.
Step 3 "stare"
Never been to the Tang Dynasty.
The strings of the pipa are very soft.
Moonlight in sandbar
No one can be ruthless and not buy it.
Zhang's account
Observe year after year
The moon is getting higher and higher.
Poetry that can't hold back the ink.