Modern people write poems in the old style
Two songs of autumn rain. One.
The clouds are pressed for 3,000 miles, and the haze is born from afar. Wuling is still half a willow, and the Forbidden City has been lonely.
The twilight drum is thunderous, and the tide strings are horizontal. The green shirt didn't get wet, but it was just a wet mood.
Second. The manna falls with the autumn, and the cold is also wet. Or return from Hongsai and return to the Jade Tower.
The hat was still gloomy, and the brows gradually faded. Because it is better to know than tears, it is not as good as tears.
Creed (New Rhyme).
Save the world and the prophet, and the family and the country are in a dilemma. The name and the truth are incomprehensible, and there is no source of obedience and disobedience.
Forget the astringency of nature and recognize human nature. The mulberry field has not been planted, how can it be planted in the heart field?
Mid-Autumn drink. Don't come to rejoice, your family and country are the same as the dust. is full of greedy drinkers, and there must be no moon people.
The lonely lamp has a lingering color, and the sake is also warm. Don't think about yesterday, Jiangnan is no longer spring.
Ceiling. The sky is drunk, and the willow bed is placed in the east and west. Three thousand miles of taste, a finger frivolous.
Mu went to Gaolu and leaned on the old wall. The floors are difficult to stand upright, and the majesty is unbearable.
In the depths of autumn, there is a sea of Shichahai.
The hours do not count the years, and the shore willows are approaching the abyss. Winter meets three times, and autumn is from both sides.
The lonely plum is also broken, and the wild crane has not slept yet. The wind moved like a heartbeat, and he hurriedly got off the ferry.
Foolishness. Digging from the depths, there is not much green soil. The way is also difficult to stop, and there is no fault in the temple.
Great wisdom ridicules it very much, and he who is rash and arrogant. There is more than one hand, who will carry the children and grandchildren.
Read the old work with nostalgia (new rhyme).
Reading all the Pingnan policies is like a candle dusting. Ten years is not easy to forget, and a single thought is hard to find.
It was good to burn the aftermath, and only then did I know that I was angry after deletion. The white stone is engraved with thousands of words, and the words are unintentional.
Haolai Collection (5) (Selected Original Poems of Zhang Chengyu: Five Laws).
Wandering like a tourist (vii).
Cherish the red clothes and mourn Zhu Ling's alumni before Christmas Eve.
Why are flowers so red (7).
Modern people write poems in the old style about the choice of words (4).