Poetry about Yu Qian

(1)

I hope the spring breeze will return in the near future, and I will raise new money after waking up from hibernation

The body is round and never plump, and the abdomen is not slightly bulging.

Don’t wait until the branches and leaves turn green late. Pregnant early and see the seeds and pearls multiply

The fetus is formed but it is like a dandelion umbrella, taking root in a different place and looking forward to the hometown

(2 )

Spring elms bloom with purple buds, and their fruits are as rich as jade and silk flowers.

The core is hidden in the round center, and the shining coins are connected through the clouds.

During the Qingming Festival, fresh vegetables are picked and tender, and noodles are mixed with steamed delicious vegetables.

In the old days, it became a staple food to satisfy hunger, but wild vegetables are a delicacy in modern homes.

(3)

The greasy spring breeze blows across the old elm trees, and the silver dollar leaves the trees.

It is not a currency to show off in vain, but it is not a baht in vain.

There are numerous roads and thoroughfares.

I don’t know how much money I have, but I can’t buy a grain of yellow grain.

(4)

Spring elms bloom with purple buds, and their fruits are as rich as gold, jade and silk flowers.

The core is hidden in the round center, and the shining coins are connected through the clouds.

During the Qingming Festival, fresh vegetables are picked and tender, and noodles are mixed with steamed delicious vegetables.

In the old days, it became a staple food to satisfy hunger, but wild vegetables are a delicacy in modern homes.

(5)

I thank Mr. Zhao for the gift of wealth to the world, and the elm money dances in the spring breeze.

The coins floated to Han Dynasty to please Liu’s mother, and the copper coins dropped to please Deng Tong.

Surrounding the courtyard and climbing over the walls to pile up handsome objects, paving the streets and alleys to gather finance.

Benefits and gifts to the poor remain the same every year, but counterfeit money does not cure the poor.

(6)

Also a tourist watching from the wall, dreaming of dancing butterflies;

Falling flowers spread all over the leisurely steps, and flying catkins make a scene. joyous.

I entered the deep palace at night and I didn’t know it. In the morning, I found it difficult to walk on the way to the other garden;

Suddenly I heard the east wind blowing across the street, blowing piles of money wrapped in jade plates.

(7)

It is sweet to recall the prosperous years, and the whole plant was a life-saving meal in the past.

When winter goes away, the houses stand sideways, and when spring comes, the branches are bent in clusters.

The cortex is made into glutinous rice bran, and the fruit wings are filled with intestines to survive the good years.

In early summer, every family’s land is filled with piles, and rural households are saving their surplus money.

(8)

How can the quick feet be the first to predict the spring? The greenery and fragrance dye the nature.

Cast green money to cover the trees, donate to needy households to survive hunger and cold.

Don’t use lust to win people’s love, but always show kindness to the world.

There is no smell of copper in your body, and your reputation is pure and pure.

(9)

It was rainy and windy at night, with green bridles on the tips.

The tender leaves of Yin Yin are surrounded by clusters of delicacies.

I once thought that the honey in my intestines was as sweet as a monkey on a tree.

From now on, the beauty will go away, and the beauty will cover Fangzhou.

(10)

The strings of beeps pick up the blue sky, and the branches reach the clouds in clusters.

The spring breeze is used to relieve the smell of copper, and it is better than paper money when it spreads all over the world.

(11)

The roller curtain blows down the rain of elm money, and the fragrance of sophora japonica blows on your face and refreshes your spleen.

Wandering around the clear wind shadow on the dawn path, sitting and watching the colorful clouds in the morning sun.

Three thousand souls are moving in the fantasy dream, and I miss you again in late spring.