Hao Haichang's eighteen poems.
Ploughing. I came to the farmhouse in the early spring.
Don't miss the season, spring and summer
Diligence is all wind and rain tears.
Hope for a good year of bitter cauliflower.
Native sound. Living alone in a foreign country and having no villagers.
Think of your loved ones every festive season.
Put the wine in the wind and the moon in the sky.
When he was young, his companion was nowhere to be found.
Miss. Looking at the mountains from afar, it is difficult to see.
Hear the terrible sound of geese in the night sky.
The heart flies south with the wild geese.
Leave your thoughts hidden in your heart.
Wolf nature. Alone in the world.
There is no company in the vast sea of people.
Hungry wolves don't complain that there are too few sheep.
Once the snow is over, it's spring.
Fate. Fate has come and gone, and the scenery has changed.
The clouds are scattered outside the clouds.
The wind is cold, the moon is cold, and the starry night is cold.
The third watch has passed the fifth watch.
Winter nights. Wind and rain life walks in the world.
Snowflakes deliberately show grace.
The cold winter is merciless, and the snowflakes fly.
Lonely and lonely, I can't help it.
Wild old. The sky is cloudless.
The earth is vast with white grass roots.
The old farmhouse is barren with grass and trees.
I don't see the villagers coming to the house.
Winter. The fence yard is snowy.
It's the depths of winter.
Rich people drink wine in high-rise buildings.
The poor are looking forward to their children in the snow.
Lonely Night. The light is alone and sad and desolate.
Ten thousand leaves withered the world.
One night outside the window the north wind Xiao.
The morning light of the fifth watch is white.
Road. The sea of people is like the ocean.
Life is full of ups and downs.
If you don't work hard in this life.
There is no direction to waste time.
Wall. The lonely sail is far away and the water is boundless.
The past is unbearable.
Thousands of mountains are absolutely steep, and birds are flying.
The vicissitudes of time have become a river of tears.
Healing. No one in the world is sick.
You shouldn't be sick and ask for heaven.
The white man is a merchant.
It is useless to pray to God without money
Margin. (1) It is said that there is no fate.
I first met in the summer.
The fate comes and goes, and the fate is not finished.
The end of the world is a thread.
2) A spring river swings autumn songs.
The years have passed.
The red dust is rolling, and the end of the world is late.
Love is helpless.
Sadness. Minqin is earlier than chickens, and officials are lazy and greedy.
The wind comes and goes in the rain, and the third watch is dusk.
The official drinks a glass of wine, and the laborer is paid several months.
Brand-name cars and clothes, not farmers.
Empty. The sky is uncertain and the clouds are sad.
Greed is like a dream, and the birds cry empty.
Ruthlessness is the most desperate way.
Rotten wood becomes a forest, and the world is bullied.
Laughing rivers and lakes. The wind comes like a tide.
The years of the rivers and lakes are urging.
The blazing horse roared into the sky.
Several people returned to the field.
Chinese Heroes. China has produced heroes from generation to generation.
The sound of killing was frightening.
The aircraft carrier roared like a rain of bullets.
The military horn is full of military might.