Poems by Love
1. "The Riverside Cemetery"
A Short Memoir of a Visit to My Mother's Grave
There is something in my knees
Not like a pain
A pain
While kneeling in the yellow earth
I try to reach out and hold your thistle hand
There has just been a small and
I carry a whole river of water for you
flowing from my eyes where the snow has first melted
I have a whole river of water for you
and it flows from my eyes where the snow has first melted
I have a whole river of water for you. > I carried for you
A whole river of water
Flowing from
My snowy, first-melting eyes
I knelt.
A dogwood ran in circles around the graveyard
and came back to the earth where I rested my forehead
I pulled it up by the roots
with
your slightly warm nostrils still on its whiskers
2. Beyond the Smoke
Calling out your name in the sound of the waves while your name
has been Beyond a Thousand Sails
The Tide Comes and Goes
The Shoe Prints on the Left Are Only Afternoon
The Shoe Prints on the Right Are Already Twilight
June Is a Very Sentimental Book
The Ending Is So Bleak
The Sun Sinks in the West
And You Still Gaze at the Pure Whiteness of the Man's Eyes
He Kneels Towards
You kneel to the cloud that yesterday was beautiful all afternoon
The sea, why is it that in the midst of all the lamps
only that one is lit in bewilderment
What else is there to hold on to?
Your eyes, once called clouds
are now called
smoke
3. "Pear Paring at Midnight"
Cold and Thirsty
I gazed in silence at
a Korean pear on the coffee table at midnight
It was indeed a
cold to the touch
glistening with a brassy complexion
and a pear with a black color.
A pear that was cold to the touch
With the color of brass
A pear that was cut open with a knife
With a knife
With a deep, deep well
With a shudder
With my thumb and forefinger I twisted
A small slice of flesh
White and guiltless
The knife fell
I bent down to look for the pear. > I bent down to find it
Ah! All over the floor
My brass-colored skin
4. "Reading Letters at Night"
The light at night
is a small river
that has not yet been dressed
Your letters swim like a fish
Read the warmth of the water
Read the moving scales of your forehead
Read the river as if it were a mirror
Read the river as if it were a mirror
Read the river in the mirror
Read the river as if it was a mirror. p>
Reading your smile in the mirror
is like reading bubbles
5. "The Eve of the Storm"
The wind and the rain are late
Pass me your cable
I'm a boat without wings
Pass me your arm
I'm going to your harbor, I'm going to the shore
I've come in from the rain and the storm and I'm covered with moss on my wrists
I've come from the rain and the storm, and my wrist is full of moss. Moss on my wrists
Oh, let me dock
If the sun rises from your breast
Please move the sunflower outside the window into the house
It needs suction, too, just like I do
If I am y sucked in by you, tethered to you
6. Under the Window
When twilight adorns the rainy window
I detect the depth of the distant mountains from here. I detect the depth of the distant mountains
I take a breath on the windowpane
And then I draw a long path with my finger
And at the end of the path
a back
Someone is going away from the rain
7. "The Great Snowfall in Hunan Province"
For Changsha's Li Yuanluo
Previously, I had a long time ago
The willow is still here
Now I am here
The rain and snow are falling
You ask for the date of your return
The date of your return has long been written in the rain of the Late Tang Dynasty
In the rain of Bashan
The rain that carries me across the border
has been rushing for 2,000 years before it has condensed into the snow
It has landed in the Dongting Lake
It has landed on the Yuelu Mountain
It has landed on the Dongting Lake
It has landed on the Yuelu Mountain
It has landed on the Yuelu Mountain
Falling in front of your sleepless window
The snow is falling
A complex and simple silence
Silence is also like
The candlelight on your desk is glittering
At first a gust of cold wind swept up the curtains
I entered the room with a full crown.
I went straight to your study
I looked up and looked around, and the four walls were brightly lit
The snow had whitened my eyebrows
and also whitened
the neutral zone of our hearts
Before we exchanged pleasantries
there was a little bit of a world away from us
The good thing was that the smell of wine on the fireplace
gradually got rid of the historic shiver
You said,
"I'm sorry to say, I've never seen you in my life.
Wine is the path to home at dusk
Good! Good! I gladly raised my glass
and then coughed heavily
with a strong Hunan accent
only to startle
the cold snow coming from the window
flying backwards
you and I meet on this snowy night
the end of the world is suddenly narrowed to a single inch of the sky
confetti is fading
the flowers have been left in ruins
tonight, we have the opportunity to share a little bit more of our lives.
Tonight all we have
is a candle to be cut
The candle is short
but the words in the ashes can be piled up into a piece of history
You often urge us to drink
The conversation starts with a small red clay stove
The drink is a shallow smile
It is a sigh without words
It is the sourness of wanting to say something but not being able to say it.
It's a pile of old letters
It's the cold of this evening and the warmth of tomorrow
It's a plate of bacon stir-fried in Poetry Aesthetics
It's a bowl of Carp Roasted in a Noonday Lotus
It's the river wave in your chest
It's the sea wave in my blood
It's the Chorian poem that's more than a tear.
It is the heart of the fifties
It is the flying spirit of the sixties
At that moment, there was a rustling sound coming from outside the window
Hush! You're listening
Luckily
It's just a pair of spikes walking through the snow
The snow is silent
The streets are asleep and the streetlights are awake
The dirt is asleep and the roots are awake
The birds are asleep and the wings are awake
The temples are asleep and the bells are awake
The mountains and rivers are asleep and the landscapes are awake
Springtime and the seed is awake
The sun and the sky are awake. The spring sleeps and the seed wakes up
The limbs sleep and the blood wakes up
The book sleeps and the poem wakes up
History sleeps and time wakes up
The world sleeps and you and I wake up
The snow falls without a sound
The night is late and you keep refilling the wine and the charcoal
It is very cold outside
And very hot inside. It's hot inside
Drink a cup of herbal tea
Let a little sobriety regulate your internal and external temperatures
Tomorrow may not be so frightening
Because we've finally learned
To wash our eyes with the whiteness of the snow
And to refine our minds with the coldness of the snow
Myths of the past
are nothing but a bed
That makes the night start with the sweat of the sweat of the night. We were windy
Frosty
Hurt
Painful
Persevering and giving up
Sometimes with our heads held high
And sometimes with our heads in the sand
The years of confusion
The years of searching for our shadows with lanterns
The years of searching for our shadows
The years of searching for our shadows with lanterns
The years of searching for our shadows
The years of searching for our shadows
The years of searching for our shadows
The days of the past.
All those years
were long ago
Before the snow began to fly
Tonight, there is room for some argument
Some frowns
Some sadness
Too much I want to say and more I forget to say
I don't want to sing a song of lamentation
But I can't help but be forced back by hiccups when I open my mouth
.
Who can decipher the vagaries of life
I asked the sky through the window
The sky replied with a bone-chilling wind
Farewell
In the darkness of the moment when you cut the candle again
I flew up
Into the white void
And chased after the sun, which is hundreds of millions of miles away
In search of an answer
To the question, "How can we know the answer?
8. "Reading Du Fu in the Car"
Suddenly, there was a rumor that the north of Thistle had been reclaimed by the sword
In the midst of shaking and swaying
The car passed through the west road of Chang'an and at first glance, I saw
dust and smoke in all directions, as if it were the haste of the defeated army of An Lushan
Back then, Xuanzong looked back on his way back to the capital from Shu
and was saddened by a silk scarf that had been blown by the wind underneath the slope of Ma Kui Po
and was saddened by a silk scarf that was blown by the wind.
But now that I've heard the news, I'm sure you're ready to go home, too.
Can I ride on your boat?
At first, my clothes were full of tears
The tears that had accumulated over the years
finally flooded the whole history
I raised my sleeve and wiped away my face
and then let out a long sigh
which caused dust to fall from all the four walls
I casually put away the unfinished poem on my desk
The rhythm was not in sync with the imagery, and there were problems.
Let's wait until the wine is warmed up and then we'll go over it again
But I'm worried about my wife
Eight years of separation
I'm worried about my husband and wife by the light of the lamp, and this is the last time I'm going to do that
I'm worried that the news is coming so suddenly, and I don't want to be sure
I'm worried that my life is too long, and I don't know if I'll be able to make it to my home town
I'm worried that my life is too long, and you think that's too short
I'm worried about my years, and where will I find myself in the future
I'm sad that I don't have money to return home.
The car suddenly stopped on Heping Dong Road
The bumps made me realize that the car was full of people who were dressed in Chinese and Tang Dynasty clothes
There was a sound in my ears
I saw a Confucian in the backseat hurrying to pack his bag
I was so sad that I had to go to the hospital.
Books, poems, and old shirts were scattered all over the ground
Seven parts ecstasy, three parts sighing
Sometimes he looked up and stared, sometimes he lowered his brow and murmured
The heart after the robbery is fire and ash
I'll drink in the daytime and die drunk for once
Any more waking up is nothing but a bumpy ride
Nothing but mud and mud.
It's just one foot in the mud and one foot in the deep
More poetry
It's just blood and plague
It's just a bruise in the wound
Wine is the only way to get me home
I'm young and I can return to my hometown
I'll take a ride on the mountain and a ride on the water
I'll embrace the sunshine and the flowers
I'll embrace the sky. Embracing the birds
Embracing spring and hiccups
Rain and snow
Embracing the river and the boat
Embracing the road and the car
Embracing the timidness of the hometown
That is to say, I'm going from the Ba Gorge through the Wushu Gorge
I've already left the Chengdu Road
But I can hear the incessant chant of the Watering Hall of Cao Cao.
The city of Baidi, the whistling of the apes on both sides of the river
From the Ba Gorge to the Wu Gorge, my heart is like a rapid stream of water
Half of it is on the river
The other half is in Luoyang
When I was pulling the fiber into the Sichuan River, it was so panicked and miserable
Now, I sit on the bow of the boat, reading the sunset on the craggy cliffs
And I'm going down to Xiangyang and to Luoyang
People from Shu, out of the Sichuan River.
From Chang'an in spring
All the way to Kui Zhou in autumn
Now you are finally back in Luoyang full of peonies
But I got off the bus halfway along Hangzhou's South Road
And I crashed headfirst into the misty red dust
I couldn't see where the smoky and rainy West Lake was
And where was my Jiangnan water town
(). One of them)
Since its formation at midnight
A shiver in the middle of the night after the accident
He is then categorized as a kind of
Irregular verbs, and bitter thought
Why the sun insists on following the direction of the blood
In addition to the wind and snow outside the window
Only left hanging on the withered tree of a thin
Thin again, the kite
would come out of the vomit
(bis)
A hat for the father
A dress for the mother
Shoes for the children
A pillow for the wife
A tie for the friend
An umbrella for the neighbor
(he yawns). )
Beds for the termites
Books for the cockroaches
Photos for the walls
Letters for the fire
Poetry for the wind and the rain
Wine jugs for the moon
(He crouched down slowly.)
Arms and legs for the forest
Bones for the earth
Hairs for the grass and the leaves. Hair to grass
Fat to fire
Blood to rivers
Eyes to the sky
(He raises his head violently)
Happiness to birds
Huffing to fists
Grief to wounds
Depression to mirrors
Hatred to bombs
(Prepare to sprint)
He began to melt into the streets
He began to blend into the dust
He began to melt into the snow
He began to step into the trees
He began to melt into the steel
He began to melt into the scent of the flowers
And so, he elevated himself
to be either short or long, or soft, or a cloud.
Or clouds or mist, or fog, or hidden
Or nothing, or nothing
of
Naked
The mountains are naked as pines
The water is naked as fishes
The wind is naked as smoke
The stars are naked as night
And the fog is naked as fairies
The face is naked as tears
And the wind is naked as smoke
The star is naked as night
The mist is naked as fairies
The face is naked as a fairy
The face is naked as a fairy
The wind is naked as smoke
The stars are naked as night
The fog is naked as a fairy
The face is naked as a tear
(ter)
He ran wildly
Toward a surging bell
10. "Epiphany"
The thorned vines projected themselves into the sky
That graveyard, as bewildered as we are
Dead and undead alike, are looking for an epiphany
An epiphany, the light of moonlight on the blades of grass
Simple.
Simplicity
We have loved with our lives, truly
A grenade that attempts suicide bears witness:
A sun that cheers in the morning
and whistles into the sea in the evening bears witness
And what can we prove about ourselves?
And what can we prove of ourselves? What can we prove of walking, and singing, and giving neckties?
We have loved, for we have died again and again
In a city that has not been tender for a long time
After the railroad tracks have bound the earth and whipped it
On the other side of the canyon
As for the flowers
They've been lifted up and shaped into smiles
If you come from the graveyard, you'll remember a lot of things
A lot of things.
Many monuments
Many names
Many hands held in the mud
Many faces
Many mimosas on those faces
Dust rises up and obscures the view
So that we can't recognize who the souls are that are hanging on the cliffs
And you walk out of the graveyard
From a foreigner's grave.
From the pupil of a stranger
Filled with some promise, some precocious sorrow
Not knowing where you are
Where the tears flow
Next clearing
Where the water and wine and the vegetal flowers scatter
Perhaps you have forgotten many things because of that
Many kites in many skies
Many Many ruts in many lands
Suppose you come back from the graveyard
11. "Flossing"
At noon
People all over the world are flossing
With white toothpicks
Flossing their
White teeth in peace
A flock of vultures in Ethiopia
From a pile of carcasses
From a pile of carcasses
Crouched in rows in the sparse dead trees
Also picking their teeth
With a single skinny
Rib
12: "All the Lotus Clamor"
All the lotus clamor
And you're the closest to me
The most quiet and gentle.
If you want to see it, go and see the lotus
I like to see you rising from the water with an umbrella
I threw a stone into the center of the pool
and your face
turned red
A waterfowl
was startled and swept across the river like a flame. A water bird
flickered through the willow branches on the other side of the river
Come a little closer
Just a little bit closer to me
I can hear
the water droplets dripping in your palm
You're the quietest one in the noisy lotus pond
at sunset
The cicada chirping is still there
Still silent, like when you were in the middle of all the other lotus.
I'm leaving, and I'm halfway there, and I'm stopping
Waiting for you
Waiting for you to call me softly
13. "Beyond the Foam"
After hearing the story of the man who fished for clouds by the established river
He came from the water
In the age of wandering
Where does the river go to find its two banks?
The day is over
The rows of willows on the banks are not very happy and some moonlight
floats on the water
And the tears begin to ripple through us
War is one thing
Immortality is quite another
And the old cannonballs and the foreheads clash in the air
And there is a great crash. A great wind of collapse must be stirred up
And so it is
A bronze statue here
A bronze statue there
And we are indeed just a pile of
Bubbles
Flickering for no reason
1966.8.27
14: "Drinking with Li He***"
Stone Breaking
Sky Shocking
The autumn rain suddenly froze in mid-air in fear
At that moment, I saw at first glance out of the window
a guest riding a donkey from Chang'an
carrying a sack of
lurid imagery
Before the man arrived, the hailstorm-like verse
was already descending in a cold rain
I heard through the glass once more I heard through the glass once again
the tinkling sound of Hsi Ho knocking on the sun
Oh! The last words. The last words.
In your passionate eyes
there is a pot of freshly brewed Hua Diao
from Tang to Song to Yuan to Ming to Qing
and finally into
my tiny glass
I tried to put one of your best jingles
into an urn
and shook it, and the clouds rose
and the words danced and danced and danced and danced and the words danced and the words danced and danced and the words danced and the words danced and the words danced and the words danced and the words danced and the words danced and the words danced and the words danced and the words danced and the words danced and the words danced and the words danced and danced. The words are drunkenly dancing, and the words are colliding with each other
The urn is broken, and your skin is broken into pieces
In the wilderness, I can hear
The ghosts crying
The wolves howling
Please sit down, I want to drink with you
From the darkest night in history
We are not just people
How can we be sad about each other because of the fact that we do not belong to the 300 poems of Tang poetry?
What is the ninth rank of a minister?
I don't need to worry about that
When you were drunk, you vomited your poems on the jade steps of the mansion
Drinking, drinking, drinking
Tonight, the moon probably won't be bright enough for us to get together for the first time in the history of the world
I'll write you a poem in the dark
If you don't understand it, let it be.
I don't understand
I don't understand
Why we laughed at each other when we read it
1979.5.18
15: "Crabapple Flowers"
Maybe you're not sad because of this
Crabapple flowers explode along the perimeter of the pots
And turn back together in the silence
You gesticulate at the window, in the crimson despair. You gesture at the window, in crimson despair
and in a tangle of green tendons you begin to say: Naked
and the scent of your body spills out
one petal
and spits
and another petal
and the crabapple
crosses the sky
and takes up all of the sky on your forehead
and in the most beautiful moments you begin to say: Pain
and the leaves spread out and the leaves spread out and the leaves spread out.
I don't want people to praise the good color, but only flow clear air full of Qiankun.
A tree of white jade, spring winds blowing snow drift.
Lonely mountain old but Lin and Jing, many loads of songs over six bridges.
3. Red Plum Eighteen
The jade bone is emaciated and timidly made up, and the spring breeze is a drunken goblet of nine Xia.
The green room at midnight is warm, not dreaming of pear blossoms, dreaming of begonias.
4, "Parking Guazhou, one of the"
The evening parked Guazhou ferry, the autumn wind in September.
The smoke is clear and indifferent, and the river trees are green.
The thought of being away from home is unknown, but the feeling of being away from home is known to the geese.
I am ashamed of Li and Du, but I also have a poem about the scenery.
5. "Sending Someone to the North"
Early to buy a boat outside the gate of Beiguan, carrying a book should go to the nine heavens.
The wind and clouds can be envied by the king, but I feel sorry for the world's misbehavior.
The yellow court is a place of great honor, and the red building is a place of wine and not much money.
We can talk about the scenery of Jiangnan, and the spring water is full of flowers.
6. "Returning Home"
My mother used to be strong and healthy, but this year she said her eyes are dim.
My mother was a strong woman, but this year she said she was blind.
The new career lights, the old village of Sangma.
The custom of peace is beautiful, and there is no need to close the door.
7, "should teach the question of plum"
Prickly north wind blowing down people, Qiankun nowhere not sand dust.
The Hu'er freezes to death under the Great Wall, who believes that there is another spring in Jiangnan?
8, "Return"
Head white returned to the shock of the face, East and West know my name.
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a long journey, and the second time I was in the middle of a long journey, I was in the middle of a long journey.
The wild plum blossoms are still ancient in color, but the mountain wind and rain are cold in sound.
The best thing about this is the fact that it's so easy to get a hold of a man, and he's got a lot of wine to drink.
9. "Nasty"
Nasty is a place where you would rather be, and dirty is a place where you would meet.
Nasty is not the place to be, but the place to be.
Maundywood's willows are by the river, and the pines at the bottom of the stream are green.
When the weather is good, the dew will be thick.
The river and mountains are so green that they want to flow, and the river clouds have washed away the winds of the river in the fall.
The ghostly man in a boat swims upstream on the river, and there are no white gulls in the blue waves.
I know that the ghosts love to be elegant, but it's not because they can't get off the boat.
The song called for a drink on the boat, and it killed the peach grower in Peachland.
11.
The first time I saw you, I was in the middle of a conversation with a man who was a hero.
The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at your favorite movie, and you'll be able to see what you're getting yourself into.
The old and the new are different, and the new is different, and the new is different.
12, "Plum four six"
Idle flowers and wild grass fighting green and red, a frost sweeping the ground empty.
Only the old plum is different, the cold season from the spring breeze.
13, "Plum Blossom"
March east wind blowing snow, Hunan mountain color green as drops.
A sound of Qiang Guan was not seen, countless plum blossoms fell on the wild bridge.
The wind flow is a good thing, and the wind is a good thing.
Who knows what to say?
The old man is not afraid to read the ancient books.
The old silkworm wants to make a cocoon and spits out silk.
The careful consideration has been changed, and it is easy to go and take it.
The silkworm has been practiced in the machine, and the strings on the zither.
The strings are for harmony, and the practice is for the chorus.
The work is not small, but the use of it is partial.
I wrote a poem and sent it to the silkworms.
16, "ink daylily picture of one"
Splendid daylily flowers, Luo Sheng under the north hall.
The south wind blows its heart, shaking for whom to vomit?
A loving mother leaning on the door, a wandering son traveling on the road.
The mother's love for her husband is so great that she is unable to find a place for him to live.
The first thing I want to do is to look up at the clouds and the forest, and I am ashamed to listen to the birds.
17, "Village Dwelling One"
Restoring the world and forgetting the times, the hut is next to a small stream.
The sun is shining on the irrigation beds, and the trees are wet and sealed with mud.
The deer lie by the flowers, and the birds cry by the bamboo.
The new poems are not necessary, but they can be found outside.
18, "The Water Village in Shanyin"
The grass pavilion is placed by the river, and the river goes deep into the summer.
The mountains are far away, and the glass of wine is wide for the guest.
Although the scenery is different, the traveling and hiding are all at ease.
The floating Pingxuanzi good, come and go any hovering.
19, the first four days of the first month of the first year of the Sino-Japanese War to spring
Yesterday night is too much freezing rain, today happy spring breeze.
The wild grass floats new green, garden flowers knot small red.
The first time I saw this is when I was a little girl, and I was a little girl, and I was a little girl.
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, looking up at the mountains.
20, "Plum Blossoms and its three"
October frost and wind cold, the mountains and trees are destroyed.
Only this ice jade posture, the shadow of the clear stream moon.
Chen Yi's poems
Chen Yi's poems
1, "Pine"
The snow pressed the pine, the pine is straight.
If you want to know that the pine is noble, wait until the snow melts.
2. "Three Chapters on the Plum Ridge"
[I]
What is the intention of the broken head today? The first is the first time I've ever been to the United States, and the second is the United States.
I'm going to Quan Tai to recruit my old troops, and I'll make a hundred thousand flags to cut down the Yanluo.
[2]
The beacon in the south of the country is ten years, this head must be hung to the country door.
After the death of the gentleman more efforts, the report flew when the paper money.
[3]
The revolution is the home of the people, and the blood and rain should be the end of the world.
The first thing I did was to take the right to be righteous, and then I planted the flowers of freedom on the earth.
The first time I saw this is when I was a kid, and I was a kid, and I was a kid, and I was a kid, and I was a kid, and I was a kid.
4. "Camping in the Spring of 1936"
The winds and storms have made it impossible to live in a home.
Cold food is the only thing that can fill up the stomach and eliminate the eternal day, and the voice is forbidden to the lice and the mountain flowers.
The world's most important and most important thing is the world's most important people, and the world's most important thing is the world's most important people.
The night is long, and there is no light to look into the eyes.
5. "The Ambush of Oil Mountain in the Spring of 1936"
The earth is wild with stones and flying sand, and the night is quiet in the empty mountains, so you can hear the wolves.
The gun pushed the pillow and sat up vigorously, just like a fierce battlefield.
I heard the enemy base blowing a cold horn, and I leaned on my pillow with my gun until dawn.
The first time I saw the movie was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and the second time I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley.
8. "Untitled Winter of 1936"
The revolution was born and died without tears.
The soul returns to the earth red, small living on earth thirty-six.
9, "Mourning Mr. Zhang Taiyan December 1936"
Park study of the essence of the meaning of the identification of Chinese and foreigners, and turned into a real real to the vulgar.
The world's madmen are accustomed to cursing the world, and in his old age, he was silent and hated.
10. New Year's Day Parade
The big banner shines in the sky, and the general parades in the morning frost.
The wind and thunder of the mountains calling for war, the horse in the southeast sweeping the sharp instrumental gun.
11. New Year's Day Banquet
Ekuan Bozhi is full of friends, and his ears are warm and his heart is full of wine.
The three years of war are now over, and we will have to rely on Cao to break through the enemy and take over the capital.
A husband's anger is the world, and the sword is the sword to take the Ying Ying.
The military and the people of the country are so prosperous that they are waiting to see the victory to keep the peace.
"The HUMA is a thief who has joined the enemy, and I am y worried about the power and treachery that is misleading the country.
The king of Wu is old, but the king of Yue is still alive, and the king of Yue is still alive, but the king of Yue is still alive.
The old men of Huainan were very helpful, and they were all in the same boat in the storm.
15, "Reply to Mr. Pang Youlan"
The spirit of the staff of the country is renewed day by day, and the poetry is frank and laughable.
The first thing I want to do is to seek unity and solidify the foundation to save the people.
It is the first time that I have ever been in a position to speak out and sympathize with my party.
The first time I saw this movie, I was in the middle of a movie, and I was in the middle of a movie, and I was in the middle of a movie.
16, Huaihe River game in the spring of 1943
Go under the flowers of the town day, you drunken dance I want to sleep.
The wind is blowing and the scent of the fallen flowers is all over the seat, and I am smiling at the flowers.
The clouds and mountains are in the sky, and I want to ride a whale and go home.
18. "Talking about the Spring of 1943"
I will not give up my turnip and talk about it again, but I will talk about the hardship of people's livelihood and the country's economy.
The situation has been clarified and the group of people are looking at each other smilingly.
19. "Untitled: My Visit to the North of China in November 1943"
I visited the North of China, but you stayed in Huainan.
We are all in the same boat, and we are all alone in the cold.
20, "Sisu Road, November 1943"
The night walks on Sisu Road, the morning crosses the old Yellow River.
I was so happy to see you, I was so happy to see you.
The moon is half full, and the iron horsemen are on their way to the long march.
The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and it was the first time I'd ever seen a kid in the world.
The first time I saw this was when I was in the middle of the night, when I was in the middle of the night, when I was in the middle of the night.
The old man was surprised to see the old man.
21, "Hongze Lake 1943"
The boat jumped while the sky was clear, diagonally wiping the lake sky sunset red.
The night crossing of the shallow sand is frightening the birds, and the dawn walks along the willow bank with snow-covered buckskin.
Poems by Wen Tingyun
1. "Friends on the River"
Autumn colors are full of Miscanthus grass, and the departed are in the west and then in the east.
I have been seeing you for a few years, but it is hard to be with you when I smile.
The land is in Xiaoling, and the river is empty of the temple of Yu.
The first time I saw you, I was in the middle of the night, and you were in the middle of the night, and you were in the middle of the night.
2, "Spring Occasional Composition"
The West Garden, a song of the sun, disturbing the car dust negative Ficus.
Since I want to let go of my mind, I don't know how the world is going to work out.
The night heard the fierce rain to judge the flowers, cold love heavy coverlet Jue dream more.
The fishing islet should be better, and the spring breeze is also a microwave.
3. "Sending friends in the mountains"
But in the past, there was interest in returning, and now I am willing to say.
This is the first time I've ever seen a movie that was written by a man who was a member of the family of the same name.
The time and things are good, the years are not the same as the old garden.
I know the color of spring grass, but I don't want to be the king's grandson.
4, "Bodhisattva Barbarian"
The treasure letter tin sparrow gold parrot roc, incense doorkeeper on the Wushan Bi.
The willow is like silk again, when the stage bridge is in spring rain.
The painting of the building is broken, the grass on the south bank of the river.
Luan and the flower branches, who knows this love.
5, "Bodhisattva Barbarian"
In the curtain of the water essence is quite a pillow, the warm fragrance of the dream mandarin ducks brocade.
The willow on the river is like smoke, and the goose is flying on the moon.
The lotus root is lighter than the silk in autumn, and the people are better than the different cuts.
The sideburns are red, and the wind is blowing on the head of the jade hairpin.
6, "More Leakage"
The back of the river building, the moon on the sea, the city on the corner of the sound of whimpering.
The embankment is moving, the island is dusky, and the two lines of geese are separated.
The road to the capital, the return sails across, it is just the fragrance wants to degree.
The silver candle is over, the jade rope is low, and there is a sound of chickens in the village.
7, "More Leakage"
The gold sparrow hairpin, the red powder face, the flower in the temporary meet.
I know what I want, I feel sorry for you, I have to ask the sky.
The two of them are still in the same state of mind.
The mountain pillow is tired, the brocade coverlet is cold, and the night is over.
8, "Dreaming of South River"
Hate, hate in the end of the world.
The mountain moon does not know what is going on in the heart, and the water wind is empty of flowers,
swaying the blue clouds slanting.
9. "Remembering South of the River"
After washing up, I leaned on the river watch tower alone:
After all the thousands of sails are not, the slanting sunlight pulsating water is long,
intestines broken white applesauce.
I've been thinking of you all day long.
I've been pining for you for a long time, but I'm not sure how long I've been pining for you, so I've been thinking about you.
11, "Yang Liu Zhi"
Yecheng west of Tuanwa Palace, reflecting the sails near the embankment.
The king's grandchildren are eager to return to the city, and the grass is green and luxuriant.
The old things are not as good as the new ones.
The "Acacia" and the "Peach Kernel" have been a great success, but they have been a great success.
13, "Yang Liu Zhi"
Yichun Yuan outside the longest strip, idle curling spring breeze with dance waist.
It is exactly the place where the jade is broken, a canal of spring water red bridge.
14, "willow branch"
Royal willow like silk reflecting nine, phoenix window reflecting embroidered hibiscus.
A thousand paths along the Jing Yang Lou, a new makeup to wait for the dawn wind.
The first day of the year, the first day of the Yingmen Mountain.
The first time I saw this, it was a very good time for me to go back to my home town.
When will we see each other again?
16, "Spring Day"
Willow bank apricot blossom rare, plum beam milk swallow fly.
The beauty of the luan mirror smile, his horse Yanmen return.
The clouds and shadows of the Chu Palace are thin, and the heart of the city of Taicheng is not in the right place.
The first time I saw this is when I was a kid, and I was a kid, and I was a kid.
17, "Jade Butterfly"
Autumn wind is sad and sad, the traveler has not returned.
The grass outside of the Serbian capital declined first, and the geese in the south of the Yangtze River were late in arriving.
The hibiscus withered its face, the willow fell to the new eyebrow.
The fall of the willow makes people sad, and who would know about the broken heart?
18, "Spring Field Trip"
The horseback riding on the smoke and sand, youth is not to be grumbled.
Butterfly's plume is exhausted, and the crow's back is full of sunset.
The willows are so colorful, the mountains are so full of sorrow.
There is no place to say goodbye, but the square inch is a river of stars.
19, "Ballad of the Night Banquet"
The long hairpin falls down and the two dragonflies, and the blue mountains are slanted to open the painting screen.
The gnarled bearded gentleman was a guest of five marquis, and he drank a thousand bells as if he were building a roof.
Luan throat beautiful singing round no joints, eyebrows convergence Hunan smoke sleeve back to the snow.
The night of the favor of the four seats together, do not make the ditch water east and west parting.
Pavilion wax tears fragrance beads residual, dark dew dawn wind Luo curtain cold.
The air is floating in the air and the halberd is floating in the air, and the twenty-four branches of the dragon are painted on the pole.
The wine is a big name, but it is not a big name, it is a big name.
The high floor of the guest scattered apricot blossoms, pulse new toad such as staring.
20, "New Year's Day"
God's light breaks through the atmosphere of the dim, the new sun into the Yan Wen.
The wind is blowing in the direction of the jade, and the sun is blowing in the direction of the copper.
The phoenix stumbled over the Yao, and the dragon guarded the Bimen.
The rain and sunshine of spring are warm, and the first birthday of the emperor's crown is honored.