Jinse poetry

I wonder why my Jinse has fifty strings.

Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.

Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.

A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.

Wuyi Xiang Liu Yuxi

There are some weeds blooming by the Suzaku Bridge, and there is only sunset at the corner of Wuyi Lane.

Swallows under the eaves of Wang Dao and Xie An have now flown into the homes of ordinary people.

Take a nap in seclusion in early summer (1)

Yang Wanli

Plums taste very sour, and after eating, the residual acid is still between the teeth; The banana is growing, and the green is against the screen.

Spring goes to summer, and the days are long and tired. After a nap, I feel depressed and watch the children play with catkins in the air.

Du Mubo Qinhuai

Fireworks, cold water, moonlit sand, night parking near Qinhuai restaurant.

Businessmen don't know how to hate their country, but they still sing "backyard flowers" across the river.