"Fate"

The smile is gone, and there are thousands of loneliness. Sihua Nian, suddenly like a dream. It is also like the word formula of flowing water, locking the heart knot, sprinkling the light rain, and passing tears. Bleak color, falling rain sycamore frightened night,

"Wind Chimes Night"

The Iraqi are gone

Where does the sound of the piano come from?

In the dream, I was watching a pure white

I heard the wind chimes ringing

Who planted willow

And who are they waiting for now

Quietly tears

Flowers bloom outside the window

He was a boy and is still alive today

Greystone Ancient Road

Find a line of moss

Love across the world

A few patches of blood red fell and the flowers bloomed

A line of footprints is silent, talking to each other

Looking up to the sky and hissing, but he can't change his fate

Let the rain get wet and remember your departure

Suddenly, I saw the snowflakes falling

Snowflakes are still falling

It's just that Zhu Yan changed

passed by, but there was the end of the world between the red faces

Look back and smile

Between the eyebrows is an inexhaustible sadness

And now I can't let go of holding your hand again

The years should not be

The maple leaf withered and fell silent

But it's Zhu Yanchang

Qiaoxiao, dimples gradually reddened, and his cheeks were full of emotion, and the years flew quickly

hugged each other with tears, tears fell in front of him, and he couldn't let go

And now I hold you in my arms again, how can I let go?

Do you still have it

"The Absolute Day"

When the day of despair ends,

Sit alone and think about flying.

The bells are accompanied by the song of joy,

It's just a day's comfort.

What is the meaning of the day?

Although it is a real thing?

Thou shalt remember thy friend and say goodbye,

When the sunset reaps its light?

Thou canest read Cheng is also near,

When the day of despair fades?

Zhi Zhi Shuzhen,

Think deeply.

It is dyed by the day of knowledge,

Its color does not fade.

When I'll see you again,

The heart of the person you know is the most beautiful.

"Moonbird"

Good, I don't fit in, go to this fair night, but this heart is still in love, although the moon is still rotten. The sword can break through its chamber, and the spirit grinds the people with its chest, and this heart can also be stopped, and the love must be rested. Although the night falls for love, Russia, Russia is day, but in this month's world, I no longer travel together.

In the depths of the clouds, entangled, I can't find the memories of flowers blooming and falling, looking for you, looking for you, thinking of you. The melody is outlined in the picture scroll, a trip to the mountain, a trip to the water, a trip to the dream, and three thousand flashy flashes are like smoke. There is no need to mention the past, I just wish to guard you, wait for you, and miss you in this life. Even if there are thousands of mountains and rivers, they will never fail you.

"The General's Walk"

The elegy of the slanting sun, the pride in the eyes, the deer of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, was once the wind of the world, the military march in troubled times, and then sing the heroic tune, the iron armor whispered, the flowers bloomed on the mound, the new grave of the barren mound buried the loyal blood on the battlefield, a will succeed in ten thousand bones, a thousand years of achievements, and a dance in the country

"Fireflies Treading the Snow"

The ink pen is full of flowers, the light color is dark, the smile is like a cloud of smoke, a cloud of smoke, fishing alone in the cold river and snow, layers of ripples, gradually dissipating, the weak pen, light, like the wings of a butterfly, gently fanning, as if it has a story, permeated in the fragrance of flowers...... ，。

"Shake the Storm"

The wind is fluttering, the rain is bleak, the old clothes in the frosty and cold weather, the courtyard at dusk, the sadness, the past is sad when the wine wakes up, the unspeakable, the good window and the light moon, people go to the Yulou empty plane tree, the three more rain, the way is bitter a leaf, a sound, the empty steps drip to the light

"Bone Flowers"

Under the flower tree, there is a gorgeous moment, the white bone butterfly, with the broken wings, flying over the end of the sea, the corner of the sky, like a summer flower in life, the face is as lonely as snow, only hate the wish made at that time, the wind and snow night, and hear the bone flowers

Bird Poems

May we be a pair of white birds on the cusp of the waves!

The meteor has not yet fallen, and we are tired of its sparkle;

The sky hung low, the glow of the blue star in the morning light

awakened a wisp of immortal sorrow in your and my hearts.

The dewy lilies and roses escaped a trace of sleepiness in their dreams;

Don't dream of the shining stars,

Don't dream of the blue star's glow hovering low in the dew:

May we be white birds on the cusp of the waves:

< "Lyre"

The sound of your lyre

Ups and downs, change.

The strings were quietly tied to me

A heartstring.

Since then my heart has been around all year round

Together with the music you play

Clanging,

My soul is with your melody

Rippling.

Your eyes shine with mine

Lamp of Hope,

The scent of your flowers blends

My vision.

From then on day and night,

Between your peerless beauty

My heart shines and blossoms,

Pleasantly swaying,

The shadow of my soul looms

on your face.

"Rouge Noodles"

Powdery face but people talk about it,

Brilliant beauty,

Shall you say whatever you say,

It's like when the sun is shining.

In the spring of March, I saw that the branches were full,

thin lip flap,

Delicate stamen,

What about the coquettishness of a virgin bride?

Ancient girls amorous water,

Flowers that should not be laughed and buried with jade.

The deepest memory but engraved with sorrow,

It's like a fresh flower with tears.

Peach Blossom Season,

I only feel and dream of life.

Bitter short youth on the branches,

The flowers fall on the ground, the wind and rain are sad.

"A Life of Loneliness Who Pity Everyone"

The years have passed, the songs have been scattered, and the thoughts have been thinned; Touching the strings, like the slenderness of the wind, who is the thought of? the feelings of the fingers, the love of a lifetime, in the pipa and the song, deduce the nostalgia of the years one after another; Love is deep, lonely and difficult to hide, and the whispers in my ears are like a soft sigh when flowers fall; The love is inexhaustible, who pities the loneliness of a lifetime, and spreads silently in the haze; A stream of flowing water, carrying a breeze, dyed white in the flower paper.

The leaves of the trees are scattered, as if falling from afar,

It was as if the heavenly gardens were withering;

Fallen leaves take a negative pose.

Heavy earth at night

From all the stars to solitude.

We're all sinking. The hand drooped.

Look around: everything is sinking.

But there is one in the end, who will sink this

The delusional black and white,

Intertwined at the fingertips,

Drifting out are musical notes,

It's the tune that takes shape,

It is the soul that is immortal.