Author: Zhouzi (Urumqi, Xinjiang).
The white rabbit tail is gone.
The golden dragon began to look at the head.
Welcome the God of Wealth on the fifth day of the first month.
Gather group friends on the sixth day of junior high school.
Time flies, and the bright cave is.
Firecrackers are ringing in unison, and the festival is celebrated.
The rhyme in the text, the poems between the words.
Write about you, write about me......
Write all the mountains, and it is you who put pen to paper.
Traveling through all waters, it is you who return.
There are thousands of charms in the world.
You're the only one who has a soft spot.
If it weren't for you in this life.
I'd rather die alone
Put pen to paper, return to the heart and dream.
The universe shines, and the sun and the moon walk together.
Spring, summer, autumn and winter, the years are long.
Winter is plum, summer is lotus, what is love.
Love is bitter year after year.
Poetry fills in the lyrics, flat to even.
A few poems, a few inks.
Happy festive season and New Year's wishes.
Raise a glass of wine and reunite with your family.
Fragrant tea cooking, love in the world is eternal.
Singing high, to the heavens.
Quiet heart, poetry and affection.
Write all the mountains, and it is you who put pen to paper.
Looking at the stars, it's you in your dreams.
Three points of moonlight, seven points are you.
The book is yellowed, and the title page is you.
The prosperity is over, and the pillow is you.
Walk through all the waters, and the end is you.
Thousands of mountains and rivers, the return is still you.
From now on, I will smile at the spring breeze.
and be a longevity immortal in the world.
Passing by the four seasons, passing by you through winter.
May you and I be at peace with what happens.
There is warmth in the heart, and affection is hidden between the eyebrows.
You once gently lowered your eyebrows.
You can go from winter to spring.
Ten miles to the other side of the ......
Willow green young leaf buds, spring and Jingming.
Poetry spits nine heavens and picks up stars.
Strokes in the middle of the moon Chang'e.
Fireworks in the world, years are safe.
The sun rises in the morning and sets in the evening.
Life is a good thing, ten of the best.
The days are only 30,000 days.
Cherish, follow fate, smile.
Looking at the stars, the stars are dotted, and the universe is big.
Look at the mountains and rivers, the peaks are convex and concave, and the fields are wide.
Looking at the stars, it's you in your dreams.
The prosperity is over, and the pillow is you.
There are thousands of floating worlds, and there are three of my loves.
The sun and the moon go hand in hand.
The sun is the morning and the moon is the twilight.
Jun is the morning and twilight.
There are thousands of lives, and thoughts are numb.
I can't figure it out, and I keep cutting it.
It was a lifetime of madness.
Huafa temples, frost and snow are cool.
Looking back, I have the past.
It is precisely the practice of the end.
To be human, simple.
Do things, seriously.
Leave blank space for the rest of your life to do subtraction.
It's so nice for you to smile.
Looking at the end of the world, I don't know if there is you.
Crossing the Yellow River, forgetting that it was you.
After the wind and rain, there is a lack of you in my dreams.
The cold moon and the remnant of winter, there is no you in the nest.
Life in the world, forget to have you.
The morning dew is in the twilight of the year.
The earth is the seat of the heavens, and the sky is the quilt.
Look through the autumn water ......
I don't know where the Iraqi people are.
The sun and the moon shine together, and the heavens and the earth are affectionate.
The person you think, you miss day and night.
It's all about him in and out of my dreams.
Why bother with love?
Accompany you, to the distance.
Ride the east wind and sail the water.
Sail thousands of miles to accompany you ......
See all the mountains and rivers.
And it's always on the road.
Zi read 10,000 volumes to understand your ......
Enlighten the flowers blooming and falling.
A few laughs.
The heart is Lingyun, and the courage is always fighting.
With you in my life, what can I do.
Ordinary and unrequited, seeking safety.
The author, Zhouzi, whose real name is Zhou Jianguo, is a senior technician and a vocational teacher of colleges and technical colleges, and has published more than 3,000 poems.
Editor: Li Xunxiu, You Baoqing, Editorial Department of Qingyanwei Literature.
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