Poppy] Wen Xu Sheng.
The rain fell like a broken flower. Years with whom. There are frost flowers on the spare sideburns. A pillow of a long night, a good dream, who is credit.
The way of the hand is good in the past. How can I be lovesick. The city lights are lit with wind and dust. The two eyebrows are now wrinkled.
Poppy] Wen Xu Sheng.
Spring flowers swaying and the east wind is smart. Embroidered green mountain jacket. The stream plays a thousand rhymes. The fine willow heard the sound and blew a little cold.
The heavens come and go in search of dreams. Who understands Guiyan. Every year, we step on the 10,000-layer clouds. In order to hand the lovesickness, the helpless guest is light.
Poppy beauty] in the summer Wen Xu Sheng belt.
The calendar in the wall is turned over less. The heat is still noisy. The cicadas hissed to break the summer sound. **Light branches are peeking in front of the window.
Qingqiu is afraid of sound and books. More afraid of the west wind. Tongyu sued that time. If the flowers fly, there should be no fragrance.
Poppy] Wen Xu Sheng.
The curtain is not spread out in the morning light. Roll up the Zephyr sleeves. A thousand mountains seem to be swept away by birds. The bead marks should be the same as the dew.
Last night's dream was especially difficult to erase. The strings are plucked lightly. The sound is still stumbling in the past. The light boat is bathed in clouds and smoke on the lake.
Poppy] Wen Xu Sheng.
The years are dying in the sideburns. There is little lovesickness in the heart. Bring in a few rays of moonlight. If you want to write and rest, how can you sigh.
Pull the curtain to cover the eyebrows. Jun Ke also remembered. The west window is already full of autumn sounds. If you are worried, don't say that there is no evidence.
Poppy] Wen Xu Sheng.
The lingering rain lives in the clouds. Hop on the window day. The light passes through the lonely house to the doorway. The scar should be two or three sounds.
His eyes were soothed into the green hills. Love starts at the end of the world. Some broken dreams can't be returned. In the middle of the flowing water.
Poppy] Wen Xu Sheng.
used to hate Taichung opera. You can ask you to remember. A hook crescent moon is like a silver hairpin. Now he has secretly hidden in the arms of his old man.
The hustle and bustle of the city is not moving. Who can send it? There is an autumn wind in front of you. Tell the story, and now there is Revlon on the branches.
Poppy] Wen Xu Sheng.
Autumn is afraid of upsetting my heart. Fallen leaves are decorated. The sky is long and the white clouds are flying. The hundred-foot city tower is like a few sieges.
Che Long picked up his eyes. Clothes are dusty. Qingfen smoked quietly. and near the heights, who is the homesicknessman?
Poppy] Wen Xu Sheng.
The rooster's crow pierces the silence of the night. The rising sun is like a pen. Light depiction of the landscape flooding gold. A roll of the west wind still whispered to the ear.
The forest fog cover is still like a dream. The bird goes to the branch. Qingxi nine tunes plucked sound. Dial to the heart should be Qian who listens.
Poppy] Wen Xu Sheng.
The bamboo shakes and the jade is idle. Day in the branches. Morning light rippling water**. Occasionally, the fish chase the shadow for a long time.
Lotus clothes in the autumn wind. Put away He Zeng sent. Next year, we will have a summer voice. There are still clear waves and thousands of stacks into the meditation platform.
Poppy] Wen Xu Sheng.
Acacia clusters under the green light. How is the corner of the earth? The curtain floats a city of smoke. But he smiled and picked up the bright moon has withered.
Lines of small words long dreams. No one understands. The west wind is blowing and cannot be heard. When you hear it, you should be afraid of being divorced.
Poppy] Wen Xu Sheng.
The moon in the clouds swayed in the cup. Wine is lovesick. The taste comes to the years light and strong. Or in the end, it should be a null.
The old love cellar has a thousand flavors. Mistakes should be avoided. This heart no longer admires prosperity. May a few flowers bloom on the window.
Wild goose. Coming and going in the cold and summer, tired and light, rolling up the dust when crossing the clouds.
And look at a few lines in the sky, you should know how to write with strangers.
Autumn. The fluffy grass is low and the color is gradually muddy, and there is no root in the wandering land.
Now look at the eyebrows, a west wind and a fold. Autumn morning. One.
Who will accompany you when you leave your dreams?A few rays of morning light went to the curtain.
The window is just open and cool, and there should be an autumn breeze coming up.
Two. The forest is foggy and the birds are shading, and the cool breeze blows the old window screens.
A round of rising sun on the green hills, and to the long sky to draw colorful glow.
Three. The wind caresses the skin a little cool, and the autumn leaves the sideburns cream.
One branch was still on the window, and he handed the pearl into my room.
Four. The grass in front of the door is light, and the path winds and turns.
The sideburns are early in the frost color, and it should not be in the name of autumn.
About the Author. 
Xu Shengdai (pen name: Tianya Guke), Han nationality, native of Beiqi Town, Yangdong District, Yangjiang City, Guangdong, president of Lingxi Poetry Society, and editorial board member of "Huazhou Poetry Garden". His works were selected for "Pastoral", "Poetry is the Most Beautiful Struggler Song", and "Shanghai Poetry Leaves". Since childhood, he has been fond of literature, music, calligraphy and painting, and chess, especially classical Chinese poetry.