Poems about cherishing brotherhood

Mountain Residence

Silently washing rice and cooking,

cutting the cabbage again,

The days of mountain residence,

< p>It is so decisive and unknown,

Coarse tea and light rice.

The days are silent,

so the words are clumsy,

there is no one in the mountain house

so the etiquette is also neglected.

In the cold mountains,

open the window early in the morning,

if there is snow, it is better.

On the eve of the evening, the twilight covers the sunset,

It doesn’t matter.

It’s just that every time it rains all night long,

there is always a bunch of spring leeks missing,

or a person who has not been heard from for a long time,

comes to visit in a daze old friend.

After being far away from gains and losses, honor and disgrace,

lived in the mountains for a long time and became ordinary people,

indifferent to Oe Kenzaburo,

or Cixi Queen Mother,

My indifferent mood is still always filled with concern.

The island country in the distance——

Are the maple leaves still drunk?

Is the sake still warm?

Does the pride still exist?

Is the style still there?

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The beauty of imperfection

It is said that all shortcomings come from the pursuit of perfection.

Just like the sunshine that morning, sparsely

Through the dense bamboo forest and fir trees,

It shines lovingly on the moss-covered mountain rocks ,

It seems that there is some dew from the night, faintly

attached to the remaining reminders and breath,

You step on it with one foot high and the other low. In the memories of childhood roads,

Suddenly, a burst of mountain fog came inexplicably.

You turned your head forgetfully,

As if you wanted to treat someone. Say,

It seems that only someone will understand what you want to say——

That beauty!

But no one is there,

Because what you can get is often not wanted,

What you want is often not wanted,

What a pity!

Like the big trees all over the mountain,

the copper bell flowers everywhere,

in the cool and mysterious mountain wind,

There are bursts of frogs croaking,

You stop in confusion,

As if you want to say to someone - "Listen!"

It seems All the secrets in the world

should be shared between two people.

So the shortcoming is partial perfection.

It is like the incompleteness in a complete life,

It is like sipping spring tea that night,

After a long night of sleeplessness, there seems to be a voice,

Continuous circling and asking:

Why don’t you and I belong to ancient China?

Why are we so far away?

Why is the whirlpool of life so ingenious?

What has left will eventually come back,

What has left will eventually meet again,

Sooner or later there will be some words,

Stay It is evidence of the beauty of imperfection,

as lingering as poetry, and

as magical as a novel.

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Finger snap

< p>We are in the spring house,

drinking green tea, listening to the guqin,

and looking at the flowing water and falling flowers outside the house,

Spring has come ,

We started talking about life,

and various confusions,

such as eternity, love, and reincarnation,

A cuckoo flew down quietly,

and swirled in a small whirlpool.

The bright red petals began to be invaded by the water,

like a Wet sleeves;

We still stubbornly recount our feelings for each other -

"My mood this morning is like a newly brewed pot of tea,

Neither thick nor light."

"We met under the heavy rain of life

occasionally taking shelter from the rain,

but it turned out that it was. Fall in love."

In the passage of time,

Even in such a short early spring,

We explore the similarities and differences between each other,

And arguing about some meaningless confusions in life,

such as eternity, love, and reincarnation,

But we also vaguely know, < /p>

No current events and characters can replace those past events that have been engraved in our bones and carved in our hearts -

You will always be remembered and remembered ,

I will always remember my.

We all know that,

No matter how lingering we are now,

it will be a snap of the past in an instant.

No matter how noisy and angry life is,

In the loneliest moment in the middle of the night,

You are still alone with your only companion,

All tears are the trigger of my own tears,

All sighs are the echo of my own sighs.

We are helpless like falling flowers in spring,

drifting in the river of time,

We are helpless in the small whirlpool,

After the catastrophe, we also wandered,

And we are grateful for the broken bodies after the disaster,

We will lean on each other and cherish each other,

Quietly feel the time Flow,

We seem to feel——

Life and death,

Love and hate,

Union and separation,

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It seems to adhere to their repeated patterns,

So on spring nights,

We cherish it especially -

The short life,< /p>

Short-lived love,

and short-lived union!

The dusk is like a piece of soft purple satin,

enveloping us like flower buds,

There is a kind of warmth permeating our words,

p>

Because we are reminiscing,

a season or a town,

the triggering and ending of some events;

We know——< /p>

The house in spring,

the guqin in spring,

the cuckoo in spring,

never fade away,

Like our souls,

The fallen leaves in autumn are like death,

The new leaves in spring are like Like reincarnation,

what disappears is our stubborn identity,

and a lifelong love affair.

The patter of running water,

the bits and pieces of time,

in the blink of an eye,

in the blink of an eye,

< p>Between helplessness and persistence,

there is only the silent room,

the magical guqin,

the cuckoo with dark soul,

Adhere to the simplicity,

and loneliness at the fingertips.

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Maple Seal

Go along the stone steps,

Except for a startling trace of moss,

are just puddles of sparse water stains,

Water stains The shape,

is like a palm-like maple print -

It seems indelible,

will never disappear,

< p>The scars of experience,

no matter how hidden they are in the dark green of winter moss,

will inevitably declare to the world a sense of unhappiness, intentionally or unintentionally.

Scratching message——

A life that once was as red as fire!

It must be burned into eternal memories like fire.

But why is it that what we can be sure of every time we meet is the parting after meeting?

Why can’t we be sure after parting,

But we meet again after meeting?

Why should everything be determined?

It is obviously a painful love, but still entangled?

It is obviously a guarantee of happiness, but

But you have to escape?

Why wait until now to love a man who has gone through many vicissitudes of life?

Why do you have to wait until your hair is gray to pity him?

Why wait until the best poem is available to read it?

Why is love,

must have two identities,

one status?

"With full gratitude and expectation,

I come to give you light and warmth,

I am thinking about it privately,

< p>Reserved you, coming from afar,

What a contradictory and difficult thing,

You must have thought over and over again——

Want to come or not Come,

Want to see you or not

Although how I cherish every moment of the past,

how I look forward to every moment of the future,

But now you are ashamed,

but you are struggling

how to go back on a promise."

"Why do you sigh deeply

Why do you always have a lingering resentment?

Why do you hesitate to speak?

Always have a dreamy look in your daughter's eyes?

Why can't love happen in two cities?

Don't cherish a lonely minister in an era when the country is in ruins.

The regret of the evil son?

Why did you wait for me for a long time,

like waiting for the best poet,

before you chose me? "< /p>

But in countless cold evenings in the school,

Pushing the door out is such a deserted gesture!

It is night but I still don’t know that it is night.

I am lonely but I am still afraid of loneliness——

Sad for loneliness,

And even refuse to be alone!

I looked around blankly,

The ground was full of noisy and flying fallen leaves,

There was no one around me,

I circled my left hand To your right arm,

The wind is rustling,

The rain is falling,

You are walking with your head lowered,

No one pays attention to you,

No one respects you,

No one knows you,

You are one of countless falling maple leaves ,

The blood stains are bright,

You are a dull pain in China's heart,

Landering down,

And attribute everything to fate

It seems that this is the middle age of sorrow and joy,

And the sunny spring days of China,

are always waiting for the next generation of young people.

Just as everyone has been fresh and green at one time,

And can’t wait to stretch the branches to the sky,

But this is already a maple seal period,

"It is loneliness,

it will always be loneliness.

”

You sigh,

then tighten your clothes with both hands,

and disappear into the hurried night, rain, and wind.

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Willow Leaf Double Swords

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In the winter of the year of Guihai, I bought a pair of Liuye ancient knives at a "gun show" in the west. I was so happy that I couldn't put it down

After living in a foreign land for many years, I felt like old friends at first sight. It means meeting old friends, holding hands and greeting each other, this is Gaiyu

Although Gaiyu is a frequent visitor to "gun shows", getting this knife is something you can only meet but cannot ask for. On a cold night, with the rain pouring down, and the lone lamp caressing the knife, I came up with this poem.

How should we trace each other's life experiences tonight?

Even if I have a thousand questions to ask,

you have no answer.

Under the solitary lamp,

you remain naked in silence. To show,

With the waves of the blade,

and the irreparable collapse,

softly unfolds a silent China,

< p>An anecdote that cannot be recorded in history,

National events,

Grudges and grudges in the world,

are all left unsaid.

But the meeting between us began in this life, or in the past?

I looked at it with my sword horizontally,

the cold and curved willow leaves,

were like the frowning eyebrows of the Forbidden City back then,

The thin and mottled handles,

just like the teeth marks that bit into the heart of the alliance on the night when the city was destroyed:

"Since the king came out, ,

Thinking of you is like the sun and the moon;

The sun and the moon are like the water,

The time is endless. ”

The years are gone. Seasons change again,

Even if we meet, we don’t know each other,

We can’t talk to each other.

In the moment of life and death,

< p>How to support each other in times of adversity

In the world of sword shadows and flashes of swords,

it has become an inseparable life experience.

The saddest thing is——

When we meet again after separation,

We can only complain but not ask each other,

No If we promise you life and death again,

I can only use the rest of this life to repay the abandonment that made you fall into dust.

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Hook up a seasonal scarf< /p>

Let us feel lonely

Hook up a seasonal scarf

Start from spring

With light green

But it was very short,

Then the long summer was followed by a burst of plum rain,

A large dark green suddenly appeared,

There seemed to be the sound of cicadas and Afternoon thunder

Then a torrential rain

The lotus leaves sprinkled on the palms,

dingdong, dingdong,

There is also running water rushing the silt into the ditch

There is a sound of heavy snoring like a nap,

Finally it is autumn that we both like

There are some lazy brilliance

The hidden purple,

the short horizontal lines are separated by the distant green,

it should have been at the end of winter

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With a touch of green grass,

But the little lady is too greedy,

Always hope that winter will go away and autumn will return,

so spring will be , Xia hooked it up once,

Qiu, who couldn’t wait, had to patch it up with dotted lines.

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Fine snow

There is no need to ask why it happened, the long-awaited mutuality

It is a tacit understanding.

Overnight

It snowed silently, naked and with white skin

There is also a wantonness that no one can tell;

The snow continues to fall

< p>My thoughts are not transparent, the snow line is falling

Thinking of Ai Qing and "Snow Falls on the Land of China"

Songnen Plain by the Songhua River

It was originally the nomadic land of the Mongolian Jelim League

Both sides of the river——

There are clusters of ice flowers condensed on the pine leaves and willow branches

The long embankment is crystal clear for ten miles

The distant Northeast hometown is very cold

The night without stars

The poem is very lonely and powerless.

Coming back from a sad trip

Ankles full of snow

The deep brotherhood left behind in the Panasonic

Like a sharp blade of sunlight Passing by fiercely

There is a hint of pain in the thin film

The new snow falls gently on the last night

Just like his usual gentle tone

For fear of being alarmed The dark night

brings dawn;

The next day I read Tanizaki and was speechless

Is Xuezi's marriage really as annoying as the rain and snow?

However, being together that night was better than leaving each other

The wife rolled up her sleeves and polished the inkstone

The husband used a brush to outline the branches

More She added the dancing shadows of the trees

Capturing infinite happiness in limited time

Life is a painting completed in silence!

Woke up and rolled up the curtains to look out

What a journey with fine snow

Pack up my mood and continue on my way

From one city to the next The city is like a trembling reed, behind the snow, in the wind.

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The Love Poetry of Tea

1

If I were boiled water

You are tea

Then your fragrance

must rely on my tastelessness .

2

Let your dryness and softness

spread and relax inside me;

Let my moisture soak

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Stretch your face.

3

We must be hot, even boiling

before we can dissolve each other.

4

We must hide

Look at each other in the water and entangle each other

A cup of tea

The two of us just decided on the same color.

5

No matter how you rise and fall

Uncertainly

You will eventually slow down

(Oh , gently)

Fall, gather together

In the deepest part of me.

6

At that time

Your most bitter tear

will be my sweetest one

A sip of tea.

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One day

If we only get together for a short day

Then I would like to tell the story of the long life

The dewy morning

In addition to the chirping of birds and the sun< /p>

What should wake you up is a pot of fragrant black coffee

Then on the round glass table

Facing the lavender cluster outside the window, you are shy The daisy

Stupid childhood

The turbulent youth

Just between the arms

The Shen Dian bar of coffee at the bottom of the cup

As for the struggle of the prime of life

It is like the news missed in the morning newspaper

Thrilling events

can only be evoked occasionally Huanghua's exclamation

And the lingering weeping of the middle-aged man

Only the afternoon downpour

can slightly contribute to its uncontrollable momentum

Really, that’s a lifetime experience

One day’s long story

The long and intense heat of late summer

The sudden coolness of early autumn

Coolness and heat

Changing one's heart and mind

The frightening dream that comes at night

The tears that wake up from the dream

Vaguely Secretly thinking

Only the long life in dreams

can offset the determination and loneliness in the future

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Wang Ran

What an easy word to say,

How easy to be moved A noun

Even crying and regretting at midnight,

You can rush out of the house early in the morning

Faced with the early spring when the ice and snow melt,

Brows are cold Gu Tianxia----

Just for a word of love,

I am ready to spend all my time in writing----

To search for that accidental In an instant,

countless flowers bloomed,

the rapid turbulence of the river,

the shocking reflection of the mountains,

the touching of hands Holding hands,

The foreheads want to touch, the eyes meet in a thrilling way,

After that, I risk my life

It is long and helpless,

< p>Wandering and uneasy,

Life is only once,

And should the word love be written only once?

Only chant once?

There is only one death.

Is it just the overlap of a poem?

Only one theme is allowed to be repeated?

A lifetime of passion can be squandered at will,

A lifetime of love is a desperate throw,

So, no matter it happens or is recalled,

p>

I was moved or cried,

countless times of confusion at that time,

but there is only one identity.

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Beauty and Sorrow

I have learned that the only beauty in life--

is found in the recognition of possibility and impossibility

Some irresistible possibility;

For example, on a hazy morning,

driving to a town ten miles away,

sipping coffee quietly Or lemon tea,

In the smell of light mint,

Listen with concern to the inner monologue of a certain chapter as life matures

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Maybe it’s the desire to return home,

Maybe it’s the pursuit of celibacy;

Then after a glass of white wine at noon,

lower head and sip Taking a sip of French onion soup,

Between the pink salmon and snow-white seashells,

There seems to be a transparent tear,

is falling or not.

Quietly lowering the eyes for a moment of affectionate devotion

The beauty of the eyes

.

And I understand better that in life

the only sorrow----

is actually within the limited possibility

Discover the fact that it is completely impossible,

For example, in the afternoon when heavy rain pours,

Any gesture of hug is in vain,

Any lifelong privacy Orders are all empty words,

Only in a certain moment of lemon chill,

can one recall a spring night in a certain mountain town----

The aftertaste of residual wine on the lips is still there,

The teeth marks from waking up from a midnight dream are still there;

As for the smell that once nestled in the right collar,

It seems to have been blown away slowly and steadily by the evening breeze after the rain.

As if in the endless transformation of life,

it is always swirling and alternating-- --

Cloudy days and sunny days,

Prospects and regrets,

Oh! Possibility and impossibility!

There is also that which has never been in short supply----

Beauty and sadness.

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Gilted Bodhisattva

What a splendid and gorgeous moment that was -

Starting from no memory,

Destroying all appearances, leaving all conditions, and giving up all views

Until there is no birth or cessation

Always quiet without choice;

That is how a moth throws itself into the fire with compassion and joy -

In the midst of burning Evaporation, gold and mercury combine

How water and milk blend together for life after life!

All the love in this and the next life

In this way, it is put into the bronze body forever

The gilded Bodhisattva

The gilded years;

This is the seated Maitreya statue of Yongle in the Ming Dynasty

Wearing a five-leaf high crown and a precious necklace

Hands with wheel seals

Both feet are in lotus position

Two parallel lotuses are on the shoulders

The petals on the left shoulder hold a nectar vase

This one is the most successful The ancient Brahmin

The World-Honored One promised thus -

He will inherit the throne of Buddha in the future

He will save all sentient beings at the Longhua Meeting! < /p>

It is really difficult to distinguish the past, future, or present

The solemn gilded Maitreya Dharma

There is a kind of compassion and tolerance in the smile.

The smile continues to infect other Bodhisattvas

Half-legged Manjusri has just returned from Wutai

The left foot is on the ground, and the right foot is curled up on the back of a lion

This wonderfully virtuous and auspicious man must be thinking

An answer to Vimalakīrti lying alone in a bed——

If there is love from delusion, I will become sick

The physical body is nothing more than the illusion of earth, water, fire and wind.

How does the sick Bodhisattva follow all living beings to escape from the sea of ??illness and suffering

With no way to climb, he can practice wisdom and practice expedients

You have to look ten steps away

Holding a sword in his right hand and forming the Three Jewels Seal with his left hand

Manjushri is sitting in the lotus position in the lotus position!

The lotus stem winds straight up from the wrist to the shoulder

Besides the corpse is another blooming golden lotus

What a gorgeous and solemn gilded Bodhisattva.

The half-naked figure has belts hanging elegantly from her shoulders.

During the Yongle period of the Ming Dynasty

the waistline is very thin

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Earl Gray

Drink you as Earl Gray

A few doubts will give birth to beautiful hair early

This tea is best suited to the rose garden in the afternoon

In the white pavilion, the fans of young ladies

Silver-plated tea sets and ginger biscuits

The plump cheese is poured out -

Everything is a small disturbance in the cup

The jokes are subtle and humorous

Occasionally there are a few exclamations

Still three points before Victoria;

There is a kind of arrogance and elegance

With the round dance of the small silver spoon

Knocking gently Gold-inlaid porcelain cup

Another biased impression

But insists on visual satisfaction

The intimate connection between touch and taste buds

before choosing What kind of admiration

Such etiquette and customs can be traced back to the 16th century

After the Portuguese princess married Charles II

The court was temporarily confused by tea< /p>

Sail resolutely to Colombo!

Two hundred years later, Charles mixed Gray with tea

It is the so-called Earl Gray tea

Gray is not black and white

nor is it a portrait Gray

Go and worry about his youthful appearance

He is the Prime Minister of Great Britain

An out-and-out Reform Party

His anxiety, in addition to In addition to the voting rights of the middle class

It is nothing more than a cup of Earl Gray specially brewed for him in the afternoon.

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The old sword

I remember you refining me and molding me,

beating me, beating me, knocking me,

burning my black body

into a fiery bright red,

But there is a huge ambition in my chest

But with your last spoonful of well water,

As the spiritual platform trembles

And became clear and bright,

You rubbed me, bent me, caressed me

On a spring night in March,

I was finally in your hands Quietly flicking

it becomes a long sword that is both strong and soft.

I know that what was cast was not your first one.

I desperately hope that what I was cast was the last one.

From you In the gentle and skillful hands,

I began the history of a steel sword,

a relationship that has been tempered for many times,

to this day ,

I am hiding in the darkness of the scabbard,

How will I live with myself——

I have only one history,

Your feelings have thousands of faces.

But every dark rainy night

There is a kind of loneliness growing in my heart,

making me impatient and restless

And The excitement and roar;

The deep love between the old swords,

cannot be cultivated by chivalry,

it cannot be forgotten by rivers and lakes,< /p>

There is a desire,

It cannot be restrained by sword skills,

It cannot be subdued by a destination,

There is a doubt ,

Questioning bitterly in the wind——

Why did you create me and abandon me in the first place?

Why do you use your short-lived body of flesh and blood to refine my steely love of spring and autumn?

Why did you abandon me to the helplessness of countless people for thousands of generations with your impulse of decades of cold and heat?

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Moose

All indifference is originally a long-lasting longing

It is like waiting for the beautiful presentation of a poem

After experiencing a lot of human suffering

I finally understood it completely :

There is a kind of Tao

It is better not to know than to know,

There is a kind of Zen

The false is more real than the true,

There is a kind of past event

Forgetting is longer than missing it.

There is a country

It is easier to go to the country than to worry about it.

He finally appeared unexpectedly in the early morning

Elegant and elegant in appearance

In the hesitation of the first encounter——

"I What you can hear is clearly not the whispers of forest leaves and night wind

The sound of elk’s hooves galloping across the moss path.”

That must be the galloping hooves of Zheng Ren who keeps looking back

<. p>Or is it a lover’s exhortation to say goodbye to the dew in the morning?

Is your sudden appearance

really the young god prophesied in the poem?

And constantly declare to me with fate——

Many pains will come true over time

Destined to be irreplaceable

Such as disease and aging

Love or separation

There are also thousands of fears and difficulties in leaving.

He strolled forward on the rustling forest leaves

Faced with entering the strange and human world

Full of hypocrisy, suspicion, treachery, and intrigue

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There is also greed and jealousy, luxury and poverty

His steps are lonely and slow

Even almost an embarrassing loneliness

The most beautiful thing in my life It's familiar!

It was the silent temptation again and again

The city and civilization ahead were poetry

and the death of the deer!

For many years, some people have been running back every day

They have been hunted and wounded and bleeding.

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Read "The Sutra of Enlightenment" There are those who are enlightened and those who are not.

Of course I understand that the white sky is an opposite name and phase.

It is an illusion of the clouds moving and the moon moving or the shore moving and the boat moving;

I Of course I understand the principle of diligently cleaning the mirror,

The relationship between seeds and soil;

I have listened to it more than once -

The powerful bells,< /p>

Penetrate the outer substance of metal,

Penetrate the inner substancelessness of emptiness,

Constantly collide in the uninhabited valley

and echo. < /p>

The rain stopped for a while

It was like the mood of our reunion the next day.

We sat down to drink tea and smoke,

talking about the unexpected changes in the weather,

with a slight sense of relief,

As if life is a rare storm,

each other supports each other in times of trouble;

as if abandonment and withering are inevitable,

because from beginning to end,< /p>

Form and emptiness are still opposite names and forms.

We continued drinking tea,

and smoking more cigarettes,

discussing some brief moments together

and the uproar in the world Change of sentiment.

Of course I understand the hypocrisy of all kinds of power and tactics in the world.

Under Su Hui’s moon-marked finger,

all the crops are gone like fire and ice is gone. .

However, although the mind is perfect and pure,

it is still difficult to achieve enlightenment.

I still daydream about some such dusk——

I am so grateful When you return from the field, you are still spinning and weaving.

In the hut with a solitary lamp like a bean,

all the gossip is the old man's mulberry and hemp.

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The ones standing there silently,

are your basket of needlework,

and my half-rolled Liaozhai.

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The story of tea

It is said that the monk woke up

The traces of the dream appeared before his eyes

One by one - like a snow collar on a barren mountain

The lines are scattered and messy Footprints;

Whenever he is troubled, his face will be full of regret

Cut off his long sleepy eyelashes;

It is said that overnight< /p>

Bitter tea plants will grow one after another -

And it can restrain the anger at home.

The desire to become a monk.

But how can I taste the erotic dream of the first half of the night in a sip of tea?

In the small cup of broken-flowered celadon,

How to detect the discoloration and astringent taste?

Go through the ups and downs,

Find out those knotted thoughts?

You say this every time -

You leave when the tea is not cold,

the tea leaves in the pot are still strong

Just like the nostalgia you repeatedly emphasized.

Every time you say the same thing -

After making the tea once, you leave,

The thermos and boiling water

It’s still me The fervor of the alliance,

the passion of your vows.

The monk sighed

There are tea trees in front of him

In the future, every page of public cases

Let those lay disciples, Zen Master Tutuo

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After tea and dinner, at the time of morning bells and evening drums

Knocking desperately;

You have come all the way from the west,

What do you mean?

What exactly does it mean?

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Error fourteen lines

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All wrong history begins rightly

It is an error that waits until it is placed in the wrong time and space

to become historical

For example, Romeo and Juliet are happy

Because they finally made another mistake of falling in love in the wrong time and space

So the two mistakes were put aside Together

We have achieved the right death

Leave your life to the past

And let the future regret it forever!

That A sad embrace

Desperate gaze

Tears and blood remained line by line

Fourteen lines continued...

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Partridge Spot

Even if not there Hezhou at dusk

You can still hear the sound of footsteps

Coming out of the tuberose bushes

They hurried around with their beaks lowered to eat

The figure is trivial and trivial

Like a very alert young woman at home

While whispering

While her hands and feet are agile

Everywhere Rummaging through everything.

Because dogs are surrounded by dogs

When there is any movement

they will flutter their wings and fly away;

Often in the moment of a sudden encounter< /p>

You can often see a small dark red-purple head

A gray-brown back like a dark monk's robe

There is even a touch of garcinia on the abdomen.

Because they often come in pairs

I began to think of the Chapter of Guan Sui

However, spring in the south is very short

The ladies have already turned against each other;

After watching them fly away

They will definitely never come back

I went back to the house to make a pot of tea

I took out the partridge spots from the cupboard Small cup,

The fragrance is dense

Reminiscent of people fighting tea in the Song Dynasty

And the few looming ones floating under the white foam on the surface of the bowl

partridge.

Note: The Partridge Spotted Cup is a black-glazed tea vessel from Jian Kiln. It is named because there are spots on the inside and outside of the bowl and the color is like a partridge. Tao Gu

"Qing Yi Lu" records: "The tea tea pot made in central Fujian has patterns of partridges and spots, and is a treasure of the tea family." At the end of 1995

The Harvard University Art Museum in the United States toured hundreds of kinds of black sauce-glazed pottery from the Jin, Tang, Song and Ming dynasties, which were later collected.

Robert Mowry, Hare?s Fur , Tortoiseshell and Partridge Feathers (Harva

rd University Art Museums, 1996).

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Vaguely

< p>I decided to bid farewell to you with wine and flowers.

But——

Wine, you let me drink it alone;

Flowers, you let them drift by themselves.

Looking up,

a row of sad and white gardenias bloomed outside the fence,

What a pale face!

It is heartbreaking and intoxicating.

Now every new poem I write,

I no longer have the blessing of reciting it to you.

Life is bound to be like this.

How can countless emotions beforehand offset countless regrets afterwards?

Life is like this,

The truth is always vague!

I bent down to hold the branch with my left hand,

I took out the knife with my right hand and cut it off.

The sharp blade was like the rising and falling moon. , the tide ebbs and flows,

My hands are full of heartbroken flowers.

I gave you the flowers,

you were speechless,

just left like this,

and never looked back. Turning around,

I watched your passing figure,

accepting the so-called cold truth you left to me.

I seem to smell the strong fragrance of gardenias on summer nights,

But I am short of money for wine,

I am valuable All the weapons have been pawned,

only my proud poems are left,

I am wandering around,

selling them everywhere in order to forget my worries. capital.

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