46 Poems Smoke Like Willow (2020.438+02 —— 2038+0.6)

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Independence, distance, walking, dream.

Sunset in the wilderness, Melissa Zhou covers the door.

The haggard heart is double-valved, and the shadows overlap.

Cold dust cuts short, and the lights are dim.

(Taiyuan, 2020. 12.22)

2. partridge sky. Christmas Eve

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Cold dreams. Read thousands of words on Christmas Eve.

Like smoke, the past is far-reaching, like water.

Half a month, full of garden wind. Today, I remember the night sky yesterday.

Who doesn't know? The fallen leaves toast the red.

(Daixian 2020. 12.25) (Thoughts on Living Alone in Daixian on Christmas Eve)

3. ginger. A Hundred Days Sacrifice for Mother

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The smoke curled up and fainted. Wan Zhongyun. Broken-hearted man. A hundred days in a hurry, stepping on the snow to offer kindness. The grass withered and the wind was chaotic, and the sad bird was a new grave.

I miss you so much that I have frequent dreams. Language is real. How many places are there in heaven and earth? I feel that the rest of my life is extremely painful, without gratitude, empty hatred and disappointment.

(2020. 12.28)

4. Xiangzi New Year

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The wind is too cold and the moon is too idle. Cold magpie prophet was born in the new year. I miss the old shadows and don't talk about acacia. Flowers in spring, geese in autumn and poems in summer.

Du Fu is like a dream, drinking lightly and getting drunk lightly. Who is an irresistible person all his life? Mountains and rivers, the dumber the eyes, the better. But people have the same wish, willing to be good, willing to be good.

(202 1. 1, Taiyuan 1) (supplementary)

5. Tang Duoling. Home late

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All eyes are neon at night. Return to dust and hate water. Hair like rain, forgetting beauty. Who can remember the moon and stars? Mother's soul is far away, and Changfeng sleeps.

Miss Cold Shadow Hong Fei. The west window looks cold and empty. How can you speak with the same heart? Poor couple say everything, don't ask me how heavy my tears are.

(Taiyuan 202 1. 1.4)

6. well

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It rained several degrees. There are countless flying sheep and fallen flowers.

Standing in a low pavilion, there are some trees.

Where is it? Where is it? I can't see the long wave.

(Taiyuan 202 1. 1. 10)

7. partridge. Ask about the epidemic situation.

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The danger of ashes reigniting Shanxi and Hebei. Panic, the sun and the moon are sad again.

Competing to snap up high-priced vegetables, the daily newspaper flies safely and green.

Put on a mask and say hello. Nucleic acid detection several times.

When did the epidemic break out? There is no right or wrong sooner or later.

(Taiyuan 202 1. 1. 16)

8. Qingping music. Express your feelings in winter.

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The cold flute is long. Recall Qian Qian's dream of the soul. At the beginning of the month, the stars are shining. The lamp shadow is crying.

Why worry about the night? The wind blew outside the curtains all night. Crazy words and eyes embrace each other, and past lives are connected with this life.

(Taiyuan, 202 1. 1. 18)

9. partridge day. Think long-term.

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Eyes exhausted, winter Shan Ye. Tears like rain, long memories.

Sacrifice the mountain, mourn the geese, and mourn the death of my intestines.

The wind is rustling and the snow is boundless. The voice called her mother and asked about desolation.

It's hard to say anything in this life, but everyone dreams of his hometown in other places.

(Taiyuan 202 1. 1.29)

10. The wind enters the pine tree. Year-end speech

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The north wind blows the geese back. Fenshui flows eastward. The cold wave is silent and the sound of spring is fading away. A year later, I will go to my leisure. The sun and the moon are old, and birds are singing around trees.

What's your plan? Write down all the marks. Who can solve the problem of ignorance and worry when the ordinary tobacco market is just beginning to weaken and the wolf comes to short? Don't give up the world of mortals, violet is proud to stay.

(202 1. 1.30. In Taiyuan)

1 1. The wind is loose. The language of winter.

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Leaning silently in the west corner. The moonlight is faint. Moss flew to Yaoyu overnight, and she was very sad. Who knows? The willow shadow is desolate and moving, and the dream soul stirs up thoughts.

Sang Tian Cang Hai lives in time. Everything is difficult. The pain in the fog of those days is holding hands tonight. Life is like a lifetime, adding new words in the afterlife.

(Taiyuan, 2020. 1.3 1)

12. The wind enters the pine tree. Xia Hong

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Miss Mu Xiahong in the early morning. Flowers grow in your eyes. Light smoke dispels the dream of cedar, and frost spots shadow west Western jackdaw. The wood falls to the east fence and the spring is far away, and Yunfu flies empty.

In winter, it is difficult to have nine eggs to make tea. Who is warm with wine? Last night, the wind sang of missing, and three stones vowed to the world. Love the sun and the moon, why endure tears.

(Taiyuan 2020.2. 1)

13. The wind enters the pine tree. Beginning of Spring

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The spring breeze gradually brought a new look to this painting. It's warm and cold at first sight. Blue sky and clear water, birds singing and willow smoke. At the eastern foot of Ran Ran, the purple geese in the sky are dancing.

Talk about the past with short songs and light fans. Have fun before dancing. When I was young, I didn't understand the world of mortals, squandered, laughed and scolded. One night, the clouds fly and the moon is hidden, and the scenery is bleak.

(Taiyuan 202 1.2.3)

14. The wind enters the pine tree. Small year.

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There is no reason to go back to my hometown. Ice and snow silted up the boat. The blue window is far away. kakuyume, where is the man? Gaze in vain. Heartbroken grass tree in the sunset, the soul returns to the cold grave barren mountain.

Something to regret, something to hate If you want to talk, stop. It's hard to turn back after the end of the world, and it's hard to turn back when you are young. I cry in the wind, and you wander outside the boundaries.

(Taiyuan 202 1.2.3)

15. The wind has dispersed. Spring is coming.

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Smoke flies like a willow, and spring comes again. The fog made the tower disappear. Yan Ying Lan leaned against the fence and thought for a long time. I am far away from home, and my heart is laughing. Who guessed?

The Six Dynasties were like dreams. Rain locks Qinhuai. Don't say old age, you are a fool, you are empty! Sing the breeze and fine wood, and leave the clouds open with passion

(Taiyuan, 202 1, 2, 17)

16. mulberry picking. Chunhuai

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In spring, the wind warms the sand willows, and clouds fly and geese fly. Everything contains smoke. The new color is pleasant, and the water will see the light.

Taosha Chasing Waves, Qian Fan entered the competition. Crazy fate in the dream. Orchids in the rain. A yearning for acacia ripples.

(Taiyuan, 202 1.2. 18)

17. Set off a storm. Life is like a play.

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Peach in wine, poetry drunk. Don't say it when autumn is heartbroken. Last night, the north wind blew wood, frost and snow! The sound is leaking and the moonlight is blurred.

Dream of life, dream of drama, sorrow and joy, and the oath of constant love for each other. Never tired of holding hands and holding eyes, who believes? A lifetime of infatuation.

(Taiyuan 202 1.2, 14)

18. mulberry picking. People are traveling.

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Travelers don't talk about Jianghu evils, and a leaf is fragrant. A tear stole the change. Listen to the broken geese in cold autumn.

The wind comes and goes, the frost condenses trees, and the raindrops are shocked. Wake up after midnight. Empty and talented.

(Taiyuan 202 1.2.20)

19. Jiangchengzi. Don't go home.

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Pale smoke around the west pavilion. It rains thousands of miles. Listen to the sound of water and the wind. Yellow falls and red floats, rustling and autumn sounds. Looking back at the north, I feel sad and nameless.

The cold leaves in a foreign land are full of melancholy. How can we meet? Endure to add more. Autumn insect night, fear of shadow silver lamp. People who fly snow and coagulate silk are old, don't talk, and tears steal zero.

(202 1.2.2 1. in Taiyuan)

20. Pick mulberry seeds. Hometown.

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Homesickness drives the geese away, and the smoke cage fenhe river. Landscape Long song. Looking at the horizon, I burst into tears.

Leng Yue, Lengxing is affectionate, and it rained cats and dogs yesterday. I'm wasting time this year. Keep the clouds clear and laugh.

(Taiyuan 202 1.2.23)

2 1. Xijiangyue. Pure drunkenness

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Yanwu Ying Ge dream, wind and rain return to spring. The flowing water of the small bridge reflects oblique light. Draw a good lamp and get drunk.

At the beginning of the willow, the green is even, and it is far blue and red. There is nothing to lose in my heart. I don't regret the past and the present.

(Taiyuan 202 1.2.23)

22. The Seven Laws. Dream in horror

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I can't feel the glory of spring, but I feel the sadness of last night.

Where do you want to go home? It's hard to understand homesickness.

Tears can't dry the sleeves, my intestines are broken, my hair is white, and I am shocked.

Kindness and filial piety are illusory, and you can't remember your feelings.

(Taiyuan 202 1.2.23)

23. Five laws. People are on a journey.

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Wild geese are quiet in the dust, and flowers bloom in the flat forest.

Flying flowers condense rain and dew, and Xiao Liu is decorated with gold.

Sorrow and joy are common, but old age is difficult.

People's hearts are always insufficient, and it is right or wrong to be warm and cold.

(Taiyuan 202 1.2.2 1)

24. Sauvignon Blanc. When is the evening?

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At dusk, drums chase after warblers, flowers overlap and shadows, and there are several noises outside the curtain. The purple willows on the balcony and waterside pavilion are even more shocking because of the rainy weather. I can't bear to sing. Cherish the new color, jade is full of ice. Dreams travel thousands of miles. Staring at the silver lamp.

For the peach blossom in March, can you remember the past and comfort your life? Twenty-eight years old, holding hands with the world, live up to expectations. Bored spring and autumn, two lovesickness, a commitment to the city. Who knows, what is the night? The river is silent and affectionate.

(Liu Yongti) (Taiyuan 202 1.3.7)

25. The Seven Laws. spring

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In March, birds sing in pairs, the first green leaves sprout and the rain falls.

The wind is warm, the curtains are far away, the water is misty, and the willows are slightly striped.

Now that you have changed your worries, don't mention the past, dream back to the past.

If you don't believe that Yan Dong is cold, your affection will make your eyes shine.

(Taiyuan, 202 1.3.3)

26. Calm down the storm. Tomb-Sweeping Day mourned his mother.

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It's almost clear, it's broken. It's raining in Mao Mao. Forget the end of the world. Where is home? Who cares? A heartbroken man is on a speedboat.

Go to Qingshan to explore wild geese. Only hope! Memories and dreams are frequent. I can't see you until you have finished speaking. Empty sigh. The lights are dim and the rain is raining.

(Taiyuan 202 1.3.29)

27. Xijiangyue

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In spring, the phoenix tail mud enters the house, and the willow cotton knots and butterflies fly.

Light sorrow is faint and gloomy. Who cares about red resentment?

Yingying never stopped talking, but why did snuff drag her to sleep?

My whole heart is gnawing at the bone and crying. Cold horns cause heartburn.

(Taiyuan 2021.3,31)

28. High balcony. spring outing

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April is full of flowers, clear and rainy, and spring is deep and pink. The warbler swallows and the apricot is surprised. I can't bear to break the wicker and fly cotton dust. Manxi dike, abandon troubles, and enjoy three springs temporarily.

Looking back at the world, what can I remember about my hometown? Review redundant words. Things have changed, and cobwebs have become Chai Men. I can't help being tied to the boat, far away and empty. Tears steal zero, bones are rustling, and dusk is lonely.

(Taiyuan 202 1.4. 10)

29. Xiangzi rural tourism

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The flower shadow is as deep as a butterfly shadow. Tender willows are also afraid of cold spring. The small apricot trees in the green garden are small, and the village is idle. For the swallows in the clouds and the water in the pool, the eyes are beautiful.

Stupid eyes are silent, leaning against each other, and Shili Taolin supplies air for kites. The world of mortals wishes for a long time, and the purple stranger lingers. But people are United, the heart is the same as the dream, and so is the dream.

(Daizhou 202 1.4. 14)

30. The Seven Laws. The idea of traveling with Lang Jun on a windy day.

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Ten miles of yellow dust looks at the wild wind, and the sand flies and the stone is red all over the sky.

Flowers are scattered and shadows are scattered, and willows are around willows.

Extremely arrogant, and the end of the world, there is fear inside.

How long will the spring in April last? Two old men with dirty faces and mud all over them.

(Daizhou 202 1.4. 16)

3 1. On the Phoenix Platform, I remember playing the flute. I am looking forward to my hometown.

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Little first frost, continuous trees, Akikawa is not full of glory. The wind is rustling, the haze is curling, and the inch is oblique. Looking at the mountains and rivers, walking around in the dream. At the entrance of the township, swaying, autumn willows linger.

The sound is real and the shadow is narrow. Listen and ask who? The grass is long and thin, thinking it is gray. Where is Yanyan Yingying? Can you accompany me instead of me? The wind curtain rolled up, suspected to be from a dream.

(Smoke is like willow 2020. 1 1.4 Taiyuan) (supplement)

32. High balcony.

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Thousands of winds float, smoke clouds dye, and the willow shadows on the long embankment are graceful. Shuixie Hongqiao, listen to the warbler. The boat has passed the castle peak, and it is another journey, husband and wife and singing. And thoughtfully, not Liu Lang, * * * oath.

The vicissitudes of life, the dream of the Tang Dynasty, rose from the ground at first sight and made a promise. No trace of wind and rain, who can easily win or lose? The sun and the moon are innocent and kind, and I feel the tears in Lanting. Don't look back, turn on the silver light tonight.

(Shuozhou 202 1.4. 18)

33. partridge. Laugh at yourself

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Smoke and willow are boundless, and smoke and water are everywhere. Hong Fei crossed a river.

Wandering for a long time, flying snow, chasing waves at night.

The mountains are faint and the water is heavy. The startled clouds were mixed with the sound of rain.

Half a life experience is like a dream, a lovesickness, a wind.

(202 1.4.27 Shuozhou smoke like willow)

34. He Xinlang. Thin spring

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Ten miles of spring breeze is very thin. At first glance, it's cold and red, which is very embarrassing. Flying catkins dance silently, how long is the melancholy dusk? Looking back at the geese in the sunset. Shui Dai Lanshan has dreams and tears. Who will untie Lan Xin? There are eyes everywhere and people are waiting.

Heartbroken. It is midnight again. Regret the dragon, there is no waiting on the mother's body, and there are three buckets left. The soul went to heaven, but the grass was still gone. Only stay, sorry to say sorry. Sigh how late life is, when the moon is full and the wine is red. Cherish this day and work together.

(The smoke in Shuozhou is like willow on May 4th)

35. Konakayama. Miss mom on mother's day

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Smoke locks the balcony, but you can't see spring. A river crow geese, there is no trace to be found. The country wind blows catkins and chases clouds. Thinking about the intestines and saying nothing.

Wind and rain refute Chai Men. At sunset, dreams come back to the soul. No one has been investigated for a long time. Where is the kiss? Tears fly to dusk.

(202 1.5.9 in Shuozhou)

36. Partridges in the sky. The feeling of late spring

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The shadow of the butterfly flies with the nightingale. In late spring, willow leaves purify the air.

Concerned about the moon in another country, dancing, talking about fireflies in my hometown.

It hurts, it hurts. Man is not a thing, but a lonely lamp.

Looking ten miles away, there is no news, and the grass is dying.

(Shuozhou 202 1.5. 1 1)

37. Break the array. in the rain

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Plum rain is raining and weaving scenery, and smoke is lonely and sad. In the west of Xiao Ying, willows stand beside the pavilion in Western jackdaw, and the Mohai is connected with the middle reaches of Pinker. Dream together tonight.

I'm afraid of being old all my life. Why don't I take a rest for the rest of my life? Thin wine and tea, few friends, warm weather and thick blue sky. The heart of the country closes its eyes again.

(202 1.5. 16. In Shuozhou)

38. High balcony. Moon language

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In the night, the moon moves to Zi Yuan, and the wind blows to Yu Di. The willow color sleeps, but it is thrilling to listen to. The old world of mortals is not persistent, and the sideburns have been spotted. Yesterday's dream is hard to find. Begging for the rest of my life, walking around and letting me sing?

Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow, remember to swim in Sichuan and be careful. The vegetation is sentimental, who can pre-float and sink? Pengshan sailed across the sea, hating Liu Lang's empty plan and deep alliance. Break the rainbow, cut the word and miss each other, make a promise.

(Shuozhou 202 1.5. 16)

39. Remember to play the flute at Phoenix Terrace. Overlap the words "remember your mother for a long time"

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I am heartbroken, my soul is lost, and the mountains and rivers are fascinated. The wind is dragging, mottled and alienated. After thinking for a long time, people are lonely and dull. Yingying moon, idle, reluctant to part.

Hongyan said a word, came and went, crying all over the country. Regret as before, day and night, write questions. Things are disturbing, cutting and spreading. Rain and tears, forbear to be confused.

(Shuozhou 202 1.5. 17)

40. Seven laws. Untitled

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In the fog and rain on the balcony, there are piles of green mountains and winds.

Inquire about Ziyuan's singing in spring, and linger in the warm pavilion to look forward to Xia Hong.

Flying flowers and falling shadows, acacia prints, shallow dreams full of vows.

A famous horse lightly whips people, cherishing the old. Recently, he returned to Hong Kong from afar.

(Taiyuan 202 1.5. 18)

4 1. Han Gongchun. Sadness.

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Flying in the dark, I want to be late in the frost, I can't see my boat. The rushing water is far away from the clouds, and several problems are far away from seagulls. The soul returns to sleep, it is difficult to look at the hometown, and endure tears.

Who still remembers, last year today, Shuang Yan smiled in the bell tower? I feel sorry for the old scenery when I think of the locust trees full of trees and the ancient temples that have been here. Looking at the colorful fish painting garden, the bridge is opposite. The setting sun is like a shadow, and the clouds are misty and long-lasting. Parting is sad, idle thinking, and light smoke.

(Taiyuan 202 1.5. 19)

42. Cut the plum to see the autumn

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In autumn, the wood turns red and floats. The geese fly in Peking University, and the mountains and rivers are sad.

The dream of a thousand miles in my hometown is full of twists and turns, forgetting to leave and hurting my eyes.

The wine fades away, and the heart is getting worried. West wind last night, this year's emotional prison.

Life is unreal, and the moon is moving.

(Taiyuan 202 1.5.20)

43. Jiangchengzi. Hometown trip (in-laws)

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The sound of old trees flowing in the ancient village. Go east. Cross the wind pavilion. Don't travel through the years, the night is like a dream. Old things are like dust, they are hard to taste, youth is gone, and promises are weak.

Back then, I was riding a horse and a cloud. Language union. Phoenix and Ming. Catch up with the morning at dusk and work hard. Chai Men weeds courtyard cobwebs, warblers crow, in shock.

(202 1.5.25 in Xinzhou) (the old father-in-law's house that I haven't lived in for twenty years. Antiques. )

44. South Alley. Missing hometown

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Wake up five times longer. The west building of Xieyue reflects small windows. The former is only delusion and hatred. Think about it. How many heartbreaks are there at dusk?

Who cares about slander? To put it mildly, birds sing and willows sing. Ask the goose to know the old? Confused. Tears fall on my hometown and I miss my hometown.

(Fengti) (Guzhou 202 1.5.26)

45. High balcony. Acacia became.

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Leng Yue was silent, hibiscus condensed, vaguely Lanting last night. Tea adds love, and there is no basis for a teenager's Covenant. Time passes, mountains and rivers drag on, looking up at the sky, sparking. Bet on youth, don't talk about the afterlife, sing and drink.

Everywhere in the peach blossom room, the sun is setting, I cherish acacia and dare not ask loudly. For 30 years, the soul dream has let me down. Ling Bo is never in the dust, separated by nine rivers, separated by the sun and the moon, which is really a surprise. White-headed man, set up a shadow frost court, and get wind.

(202 1.5.29 in Shuozhou) (Buyun and Mix)

46. Four Wonders. Spring return

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Smoke locks the spring embankment and rain locks the building, and you cry and worry.

Life is wrapped in a thick cloth, so you should imagine it as water.

(Datong 202 1.6. 1)