(14) Three ancient poems

Chinese New Year's Eve

On Chinese New Year's Eve, red lanterns hang on the pole.

In order to ask Congjunke, is it a good year?

Night smell

The autumn wind is blowing, the autumn night is long, and the Yangtze River is rolling into the ocean.

How many frustrations were born, all paid for this desolation.

Suddenly

The bad news finally came into the ears, and the vertical hair broke the beads.

There are thirteen less voids, and they are called the marquis of ten thousand households.

The crown is poisonous and poisonous, how can people ask for it?

The pine and cypress are proud of the ice and snow, and the awe-inspiring light shines for thousands of years.

(1973)