Poems: Falling Flower Pavilion, the World, Red Makeup,

Pen | fun | pavilion www. biquge。 info Falling Flower Pavilion

You are like a flower in the waters

There is no trace of a thousand ambiguities

High-rise drizzle, platform pavilions

The acquaintance was suspicious of Fang Xiao

May this building be a voice

Shengsheng misses the smoke and never goes on

All is victorious in the world

It seems that the memory is gone

There is no trace of prosperity

Back to grab the alleys and alleys

The attic is like a dream

Wake up like wake up, spring is still the same

I still wait for people to return to their dreams

Spring water dreams high attic

Taiwan is like a dream, like a fantasy, like love

Spring flowers

The reflection in the water is still there

Returning to the eyes of the past stays

Books are like the past, and they are accompanied by the past

Follow the water

I know that Ye Feng is seishering

The sound is faint, and the song finally breaks the soul

For it is a flower in the water

Pian Pian is your three inches of light

A wave of three ripples clear lotus

I love the world

The flowers in the water are charming

Thousands of delicate flying sleeves return to the soul

Luo Sangbo turned back and forth

Epoilena

The still flower water world forgets the sky

Cliff Spirit

A thousand times in my dreams

Flowers in the water

Inextricably linked to tenderness

Sing a little song

Green Water World Sky Cliff

Fall into a drop with acquaintance

The earthly realm is clear

realize

I softened my thoughts into tears and melted into a touch of sand

A hundred times of the world

Once again, I have no end to it

Where do I ask?

Ask the heavens, why one of them often drops one

Heavenly Cliff Soul

Kochi, I'm a touch of red dust

I smiled and understood

2012、7、24

World

1. Designated rivers and mountains

Beauty embraces tenderness

The country is picturesque

Su drunk beauty

Strands of red makeup

Draw eyebrows and make up red

Fighting is like a robe and a red suit

Thousands of troops are in Changsha

Dust and smoke cut print red suit (lip)

There is no fear of life and death

This life and the past are hated for eternity

Tonight is amorous and has parted

Don't forget the sorrow of parting (worry)

The country is worried and hates a thousand knives

A knife rolls a thousand bewitching doors to open

The mountains and rivers have dried up

2012-10-11

People sometimes have too many unforgettable things in their lives

However, there is always one place that is most memorable

Rooted in the deepest part of the heart is beautiful and sweet

It is inseparable from life, because it is a complete part of life

The experience of life is like a cloud of smoke, but it is complete and inseparable

Full in each of our lives

The past is like the wind

In the dream, the water alley is foggy

The willows are green like silk warblers singing away

2012、10、21