Author: Chang Guobin Xie Yunfeng
Poetry: The Flower Soul of the Red Chamber (made according to the funeral flowers).
Chang Guobin (Suizhou, Hubei).
The sky is full of stars in the red mansion, and there is no one to pity the fragrance and jade.
The beauties of the deep palace are in love with spring, and the flowers fall and bloom.
The cherry mouth is powdered, and the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are accompanied by body temperature.
The peony flower falls on the moon and is ashamed, and the lonely goose cries and dies in the spring wheel.
Leaning on the railing to overlook the shadow of the king, the soul breaks tears and flies chrysanthemums.
The pear blossom sprinkled tears and returned to the tree, turning into spring mud to nourish the soul of the flower.
Drift away with the wind and go to the west, just waiting for the next life Hui Chunsheng.
Flowers accompany Jun Chun, and the beauty is dedicated to the flower protector.
Burial flowers, peach orchard burial flowers!
Every year when the peach blossoms fall, they come to pay tribute to the dead of flowers.
The moon is shy and the flowers are in the past, and the dream of the Red Chamber asks the beauty.
Poetry: Osmanthus Xie Snowflakes Float
Xie Yunfeng (Jiangxi).
Remember that year. It was in the depths of winter.
We hold hands.
Step into the park.
Chatting about childhood.
Playing the game.
Tell each other about love.
I can't leave for a long time.
At that time, the osmanthus had withered.
Snowflakes have fallen.
You said we'd see you again next year.
and like today's day.
Now it's that time again.
Why haven't I seen you yet?
Is it not this year.
This year's osmanthus has not yet been gone.
Flowers on the tree.
It's still fragrant.
Snowflakes. The snowflakes are still falling.
Yes.
What day do you want me to wait?
It's really going to have to wait.
Wait until the osmanthus is gone.
Wait until the snowflakes fall to the ground.
Editors: Li Xunxiu, Xu Wenhe, Song Xianlin, Editorial Department of Qingyanwei Literature.