A self-deprecating poem

There are poems about self-indulgence and self-indulgence.

The night is boundless, where to go?

The prodigal son has returned

Autumn wind, tearful eyes.

Where to drink and get drunk?

The sunset is like blood, and the evening breeze is dusk.

Spring revives everything.

Sitting still in the cold wind, people are not awake.

He Xinlang's four poems: The green leaves don't know why.

1. gaoyi map

Where can I find the yellow crane?

Leaving only the sky in Wan Li,

Bai Yunfei.

In the past, good night became a holiday.

Doubt is a mistake,

Who ever wanted to keep his promise?

Why does this feeling last so long?

Had to ask the traveler of Tianya:

Flowers in the mirror,

The moon in the water.

The famous Red Cliff in history is the legacy of heroism.

In the storm,

Dragon and tiger jump.

The mountains are heroes,

Cold stars twinkle in the sky,

Five thousand years is unwilling to be lonely.

Drunk and sighing,

Look at the flowers in the world:

Autumn wind rises,

The voice rustled.

2. Map of fisherman's father

Spring breeze blows green trees,

The world of mortals is hard to break,

Say goodbye to sadness.

Even without any advantages,

A strong heart remains,

Don't ask God for help.

The world pursues the east water,

Only heroes walk alone;

Look at that flying ship,

Nandu again.

Where does duckweed go?

Sighing that the past is unbearable,

A sad scene.

Mountains and rivers are still there,

I cann't express my pride,

A few degrees in spring and autumn in the storm.

Back on the ninth, sometimes,

Why ask heaven a thousand words?

Driving Hong Fei,

Go to the sky.

Akiyama asked for a photo.

The geese fly to the south again,

As far as the eyes can see,

Sunsets are hard to catch.

Wildfire burned weeds,

Stones piled up all the way,

Cannot be buried,

Dust and ashes.

Only the rolling Yangtze River water,

The back wave still pushes the front wave:

It's all gone,

Right and wrong.

Claiming to be invincible,

How much did you suffer for this?

It's stormy.

The table is full of glory, Wan Li,

Drums are beating loudly,

When did the tiger fall from power?

For family reunion,

I have a home. I can't go home.

To whom,

Complaining about sadness?

4. Micro-type

Speaking of this life,

I want to know how many roads I have walked.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter.

When I was young, my heart was too high.

I went to answer all the questions.

Who are you talking to now?

A person can't sing any more,

What's more, human feelings are as cold as ice:

I can't hear you,

I sing.

When I woke up from my dream, everything was empty.

I am worried about Spigel,

White hair only increases.

I had to hide in Emei Mountain,

Become a monk,

The world was abandoned.

Men are brave,

Stop talking about the past:

Disappear in,

In the cold wind.