Title image. The origin is separated by the rich and the poor, and the mansion is brick in front of you.
The years go by, but they are still facing each other for a thousand years.
Title image. A few green trees and clouds are together, and the flowers fall and are mellow and inhabited in the wind.
I feel that the building is high and people are on the top, and the eaves are low when the eaves are out. Spring. One.
The warbler pierced through the forest to call for sound, and the spring tide was new.
The east wind is one year old, and I am one year old.
Two. The slightest rain has passed through the peach new, and the emerald color flies to the wild neighbors.
It has been around the east wind branches, urging a few petals of pink beauty.
Three. The grass is new and the willows are soft, and the east wind is warm to China.
Chunbo wrinkled to the embankment and startled the boat.
Four. A few wisps of cold remain, and the wind blows the grass and gradually warms up.
I don't know who will take care of the old house, and the footprints are condensed into moss.
Qingyu case] Yuan Xi.
Thousands of lights and thousands of languages. Alone with me, the east wind is narrated. Turbid wine poured a little love. The insects in the window are singing, and the sound is like a thread. Paved with a detachment of travelers.
Thinking about this night is like cooking. A hometown or no owner. and asked who would go to the end of the world. The sky is silent, and the fireworks are gone. The moon goes with the clouds.
Problem scale chart. Two pounds and two pounds of a pole is signed, and the iron heart wants to be clear in the world.
There are a number of scales, but they are not even. Spring. One.
The first encounter on the east wind is the first time, a touch of green and fine grass.
At the stone embankment of several waves, the spring smoke is just like the willow smoke.
Two. The color of the Jiuqu Spring River is not muddy, and the green mountains look around the lonely village.
The old order is covered with peach clothes, and the pink butterfly lingers like a broken soul.
Three. The east wind danced softly in the night sky, and the long noise outside the court was not closed.
Knock three or two words in the note, and the lights fall into a window.
Four. The willow cloth filament wind controls the needle, weaving into the spring timidity and hollowing.
The warbler fell to the window, and who hung the heart.
Partridge Days] Feelings.
Jiuqu's career is full of intestines. The sideburns did not talk about the autumn coolness. The toad light is parked in the cloister snow, and the years are applied to the eyebrow corner cream.
Although there are regrets, don't be hurt. After the green yellow, it will be green and yellow. The four o'clock is always in the path of reincarnation, and let the world be a dojo. Spring. One.
A warbler song sinks in the ears, and thousands of mountains are dyed with white clouds.
The peach blossoms fell in front of the window, which should be the east wind carelessly.
Two. A cut leaves traces of the old swallows, and the garden and the stream are green.
The east wind wrinkles the spring waves, and moves the willow silk in front of the embankment.
Three. The message of knocking on the window has not been signed, and the sound of purple swallows hangs all over the eaves.
Laughing at the east wind light dance, a new green for whom.
Four. A path of incense flowers is full of branches, and when the east wind blows down the white clouds.
Gently pinned on the mountainside, the shade of the old tree posture.
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.