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Writing poems/surviving boatmen

hometown

native place

Not on the way home.

I'm not on my way home either

I'm in the moonlight

In a forgotten dialect

Said it was hidden in

That big house

In the smoke that can't be shut up

fame

But the pen shaped the dragon.

Carve the full moon and stars.

I hope to reach the top one day.

Why do you want to be famous?

It's always hard to settle down.

sunlight

Text/Gu Wusheng

A beam of light passed through the window lattice.

Sketch bright colors in the gloom

Wandering lazily in the old hut

Become an attachment in my heart

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Looking for a hazy morning

The Millennium is gorgeous and foggy.

The mottled aperture in front of my eyes

Warm to the heart

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Through the sparse Woods

Inclination between fingers

Watching the floating sunrise, sighing how time flies.

The cold dew of the seven wonders

Text/Wang Limin (Mudanjiang)

( 1)

The autumn night is cold and the green branches are not frosted.

The scenery at the foot of Wuhua Mountain is good, and you can enjoy the maple, red chrysanthemum and yellow flowers.

(2)

Who paints five colors in late autumn, and golden everywhere is just for collection.

It is said that it is difficult to see rain in the north, and it will rain for three days.

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Jiang Lin xian zui chun store

Text/Wu

Silk willows are swaying in front of the pavilion, and colorful flags are flying by the water. Yuanyang is busy drawing. Carp flying mirror, lotus pond.

The exhibition is full of freehand brushwork and meditation. Tang Qian got drunk in spring. Roses just burst into laughter, and purple waterfalls overflowed the flower wall.

Hill Phoenix

Text/Han Xing

hand over

mountain ridge

Look into the distance

Be shrouded in fog

mountain path

One bend after another.

-

How many times?

Walk towards you

But never.

I have seen your face.

How many times?

Smell your body fragrance.

But never.

Slowly taste

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As a child

The old man said

A beautiful phoenix

land

On the green mountain

neglect

A vast plain

When I grow up

Drink a cup of green tea

local records

That's Phoenix.

Green leaf patch

become

Plumes of tea fragrance

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Embrace the wind

Soft dream

Drift out of the window

Vaguely

As if I saw it

Phoenix is flapping its wings and flying.

Written in the evening of October 5th, 2002/kloc-0, at the foot of Fenghuang Mountain.

My heart is too small, just like my love today, it turns into tears and fills my memory of you.

In autumn, it is poetry that harvests fruits.

Making a living with fireworks and loving sex.

We don't need magic to change the world, just use our inner strength.

First blush, then blush, but after all, the first sentence of the dream is heartbreaking.