Poems by Nalan Rong Ruo

lotus leaf cup

Confidant. who is it? It's over. Won and missed his life. Love is as ruthless as ever, don't regret it clearly.

Mo Daofang changes all the time, day and night. Take care of yourself. Show Iraq the maze and come back, wash away the rain and wash away the legacy.

Thoughts on Remembering Su Shuanglin Temple in Jiangnan

When the heart is exhausted, there are monks who can't stop hair. Wind and rain kill life and death, deja vu and loneliness, but I can't wake up.

Shake it back and blow it clearly. The golden well leaves are floating in the dark. At first glance, the wind will settle, the bell will ring and the blessing will recommend the whole city.

Jade chain shadow

Where is the rain in Mao Mao, Xiao Ye? Wet eaves flower, flower bottom people speechless. Yanping Mountain, jade furnace is cold. Who saw his eyebrows sad and tired.

Huanxisha

Who got the news of rejecting frost? Two rows of slanting geese are blue and eternal, and the scenery in late autumn is bleak.

The silver garlic curtain is silent, and the jade hairpin knocks on the candle. Huanghua is also near Chongyang.

Huanxisha

Who knows that wandering is not pitiful? The old season is full of flowers, and heartbroken people have gone through the years.

It rained only a faint red, and a few wisps of soft green were mixed with smoke. Before sunset, the soul was gone.

Poems by Nalan Rong Ruo (2)

Nanxiangzi

The smoke is warm and the rain is early, and the yard is full of flowers. Picked a pair of red beans, lowered his head and said, with tears in his eyes.

People go like spring break, and wine makes stones very well. Don't worry about someone crossing peach leaves, boating, a kind of smoke wave.

fairy

Cry when the moon sets and get up too early. Thin cream courtyard is afraid of clothes, and its heart is quiet and red. Who knows this situation?

Recent love

At present, the scenery can't stay, it's warm and fragrant, and I'm going to carve saddles. If you want to hide the road with tobacco, you will find that it is acacia.

Melancholy jade face has become a barrier, why not be a rich man? The broken belt left a begging word, and there was nowhere to find it.

Golden Gate Bridge

The wind is blowing and the water is crystal clear. A mirror of wet clouds is still clear, and the rain clears up.

Who sweeps snails in dreams? Outside the curtain, the fallen petal is red and small. It's quiet to sleep alone. Where's the trouble?

"Jin people hold a dew view of the lotus leaf static temple and have a bosom friend."

The lotus wind is light, the lotus is cold, the rainbow is broken, the window is red, and the curtain hook is first released.

The fields are covered with green, and fish are floating in the sunset. At this time, the painting pavilion hangs on the sheep's nest and sleeps and combs her hair.

That old path, that road, is heavy and full of sadness everywhere. I want to swim on Lake Furong.

The red dress is messy, lying and watching the peach leaves send to Lanzhou. The afternoon wind blew down the dream of Jiangnan, which was full of dragons.