Lantern Festival love
Wen Ma Jingxin.
The ancient moon
Rising from the eagerness of the jade leakage.
Freeze frame in the willow tops after dusk
Raise a glass to invite but be sad
The splendor of the fire tree honeysuckle
Reminds me of a romantic story
Through the swaying of the candle shadow of the glass
Straight to the place where the fireworks are lit up
I want to find the feeling of looking back
A shadow in the confusion of the streamer
Floating with the dust of the years
It has become a forgotten fold in ancient poetry.
The small bridge and flowing water reflect the ancient city and never sleep
The bluestone is dry under the rice balls in the wind
Standing has become a thousand-year-old watch
Bend down to pick up the lost thoughts
Let the confetti fly over the ground and laugh
The past came from the moonlight with cold dew
An amorous guzheng
Float out of the neighbor's wooden lattice window lattice
Gently swaying the creeping red lantern under the eaves.
Ma Jingxin, Hui nationality, Henan New Savage, network name: Pegasus Qianli, an old horse who knows the way. He loves traveling, photography, and in his spare time, he likes to ride a bicycle to measure the earth. I haven't read many books, but I love to leave a mark on my life with words. Along the way, walking and groaning, enjoying yourself. is only a shallow learner, has not made much achievements, and is just a lover of literature. Most of the articles are written for myself, of course, if I can get some favor from my friends after dinner, I will be gratified. February** Dynamic Incentive Program