Under the moon, the seven laws of the seven laws are alone.
There is wine tonight, drunk tonight".
The pot is still alone on the windowsill, and there are many thoughts in my heart.
Time passes like an arrow, and the past moves like a sea of clouds.
The moon is absent and the moon is full, and the geese come and go.
There is wine tonight and drunk tonight, no matter how many years you have been running.
Appreciation: Put the pot on the windowsill, drink alone and lie on the desk, thinking thousands of words in my heart, and my thoughts are crazy for a while.
Flying time, like an arrow, disappeared at both ends of the earth. The past is like a passing cloud, drifting away in the rhythmic poems.
The moon is full and vague, and it has its laws, and the geese come and go, which are also the laws that are naturally necessary for all things.
There is a way: There is wine today and drunk today, even if you are running around, even if you are sad. After the passage of time, I have a different taste in my heart.
Thinking in the world, open-minded and calm. Free and proud, worthy of leisure.
As the saying goes: life is like a dream and an illusion, why be sad and compassionate. There is a visit in the pot, and the window is boundless.
The flowers bloom and fall freely, and the clouds roll smoothly. There is a month today, and there is a drunken day, and another year in the world.
The original author of the above poems: Glory of the Little Poet.
Pseudonym: Aunt Lin Jiu, the latter one, the poet Glory Jun is not.
Published on January 4, 2023.
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