On Lee Jong Suk's Tibetan Poetry

There is nothing in all directions of Zhong Wang.

The experts don't know where to look.

Plums will be rich in dreams.

Bells and drums patrol to wake up the old country.

The cloud is in dantu.

Plum blossoms are near in March.

There are many storms in Mongolia a year.

There are many branches and bright flowers.

Li Baijin returned to Tang.

Zhong has been a hero since ancient times.

Why won't the red leaves always be there?

I'm not alone.

Love it, the moon is at the top of the forest.

You and I are in the wind.

Mount Li Xiaqing is picturesque.

Love the clear water and the empty moon.

Fruitful storage trucks accidentally shuttled.

I have many well-off roads.

Patriotic songs wash your ears.

Your pen and ink are pure and clear.