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Like a great master?! Why doesn't he look like a monk? He really gives the impression of a frivolous fellow, but his writing is really excellent. After a few years, maybe people won't know who Xin Qiji or Xi Murong is, but they must know who Master Rushi is. Hehe.
Little sister is new here, please give more advice.

Haha. . This sentence I like to hear. .
Although it's impossible. . .

Good Things Near
——Drunk
This time I sleep in the land of drunkenness
No flowers, yet I break the branches
The carved bridle is not released and doesn't stop
Who will pick me up when I go back

Walking slowly in the peach grove, singing and chanting by myself
I don't see the wind and smoke closing
Roaming everywhere has no chance
My heart's thoughts are entrusted to letting go and parting

This is a step-rhythm work, stepping the words of Master Alaruo's Jasmine. The words of Jasmine are attached below:
Sent away to a foreign land, leaning on the traveling saddle with a broken heart. Flowers wither and water flows without stopping, fortunately there is Zhangtai to pick me up. Why bother the sorrowful person with clear chanting?
As long as the feelings match. The floating trace meets this fate, looking back, I want to part on the far horizon.

I'll pin it for you, genius. This section would have long been GAME OVER without you. That's good, you don't have to dwell in Alaruo anymore. I really can't figure out how your literary thoughts never dry up, "like the continuous Yangtze River water, and also like the Yellow River flooding out of control". If it were in ancient times, you'd really be a genius, but now IT people are more popular, like wengier.

I remember many poets like to hang a "dharma name" for themselves. Is it a dharma name? I don't know either. If so, what does "if so" mean? Unfortunately, I can't reach your level.

Night Rain Lamp (Part One)
By the pillow, no more
Philippine flowers like butterflies, no more
Leaves like kites
The sound of the qin lingers
The rain of the night, plucking
Like a guitar, I
Fingers spasming, dare not
Organize
Your left behind
——Gaze, I
My——fingers spasming
With
That sound like a sigh
Falling, there is
My long-hidden, desire
In that stove, the youth
The tongue of fire dissolves you
The body like glass at 18 years old

There are birds, chirping, chirping
Fall two lines of clear water
The solitary star in the sky
——Wild geese rise
General, heart feelings
No color of the sky
——No color of the sky
No color of the sky!

This is my old work from 1999 (after that I didn't do this line anymore) to commemorate

This is a piece of verse. Here is the translation:

The fairy ignores, but the rich fragrance remains.
If it is like this, all kinds of flowers will touch the body.

Jasmine is originally a flower in the mirror. Even if ignored, it follows it.
If it is like this, it is a piece in the void. Who cares about all kinds of flowers or not?

When the mirror flower is born, the water and moon reflect. Why does jasmine cherish little fragrance?
All kinds of flowers in the void fall everywhere. Remaining unmoved, it lets the delicate and charming be.

The mirror flower seems to be real but actually is not. Cherishing fragrance follows fragrance, why is there a reason?
Even if jasmine depends on the heart to form, still need to gradually understand and be perfect.

There is reality but no place, no existence and also no return. The beauty has no intention to fly into the mirror.
Depending on the heart is originally at the place of attachment to feelings. How can it bear to take the step-by-step practice?

Heavenly明月 a single knife
General iron bow leads a big eagle
Wild desert west wind white horse whistles
Cup wine Yangguan old friend is far away.

This is the response to "The Moon is Bright in the Hometown":
Bright moon has already put down the knife
At this time in the heavenly road is far away
Jade pass road is far and spring does not pass
Willows only make solitary smoke straight

Next is mine:
Moonlight is bright for a thousand miles willow branch top
Heavenly road does not be alone carefree
Wild goose characters empty the sky jade pass is far
Regardless of you putting down the knife or not putting down the knife

This is the response to "The Moon is Bright in the Hometown"
Wild geese chase spring to spread wings and fly
Great desert misty rain several times return
There is no moon in the luminous cup
And put the white horse to sing alone

Next is mine:
Wild goose letter does not send leave empty hate
Great desert solitary smoke rising sun is born
And put the grape wine altogether golden cup
Do not dye the white horse yellow dust

This is the response to "The Moon is Bright in the Hometown"
Grape beautiful wine altogether golden cup
Do not let the white horse dye yellow dust
How helpless misty rain Yangzhou road
Midnight vaguely hear camel bell

Next is mine:
Yangzhou only should ride crane to go
Strong man must get companion camel sound
Do not know hometown how many roads
Who person under moon hears Hua Zheng

Response to "The Moon is Bright in the Hometown"
Swallows and sparrows also set up swan goose ambition
Gyrfalcon only toward nine days rises
Man is born to shake wings
Why need under moon accompany flower Zheng

From "Heavenly Road and This Time":
Heavenly road this time rides crane to come
Wild goose letter is not as fast as net letter
Moon in the cup flows color light
Understanding smile happy open

Mine:
Heavenly bright moon goes to five lakes
Only have willow catkin in the sky dance
Golden cup wine is full only need to be drunk
From this my road long not alone

Moon's:
Ha ha
Long pavilion willow branch is dancing with the wind
Great desert solitary smoke accompanies camel bell
Fill up grape wine invite bright moon
In luminous cup become three people?

Mine:
Spring breeze dances willow to cross jade pass
Camel bell sound in old friend goes
Only do not one separate after year
Great desert smoke looks at long pavilion

From heavenly road:
Long pavilion ten miles fly willow catkin
Under moon drink freely set alliance book
Borrow to compare peach garden same cherish justice
Cup comes cup upward map of the realm of perfection

Mine:
Ten miles long pavilion peach tree plants
Ask old friend when to come
Willow Lang does not hate Peng mountain is far
Five陵 stream side peach all open

From heavenly road:
Affectionate not necessarily more unnecessary hate
Brother drinks wine talks this morning
Both banks spring scenery cannot block
Paddle boat child happy carefree

Mine:
Peach does not open when willow bud is green
Agree to look for fragrant Sishui bank
Sad person goes flower still is old
Still love moon to come dew Hua clear

Mine:
Jiangnan misty willow depends on tower
Bright moon acts old woman to come
Graceful speech is drunk red sun
This time dry up willow Lang talent

Mine:
Heavenly road is far long cage bright moon
Who will mind matter pay Yao Qin
Light a lamp small try green plum wine
Do not go to peach garden road to go upward

Night Rain Lamp (Part Two)
In the spring when young swallows fly
Soaring in the sky...
...Gradually departing
There is someone
Then standing on the stone at the ends of the earth
Marking melancholy
Saying something about regretting that spring always fears flowers bloom too early
And the rainy season
Slowly descends again
It is a June rain, a distant rain
Not in autumn, not in winter
It is that running water always gurgles away
Sixteen years old is no more
Many hours of time, youthful spring
All are after that descent, like
Morning fog filling
Vaguely hearing when crying is
White-haired, my, return date

Not in autumn, not in winter
It is in that distant rainy season
Vaguely there are my youthful sighs
In the running water there are my gentle songs
——Take away

Night Rain Lantern (Part Three)
Returning from the cool and rainy night
Shaking off a path of starlight
What has given you a dusty face
And who
Washed you with a touch of warmth that day
Could it be that faint and clear fragrance
Of the light-colored flowers
Countless days when flowers bloomed and withered
Countless nights with rain and lights
The light scattered many suspended dusts
Clouds formed many similar shapes
Steps once wandered in the rain
Stepping on
One by one
Similar unfamiliar faces
The same rain
Different moods

Cold cheeks, rain outside
Flowers that bloomed and withered in dreams
Whose eyes, faint soft words
Today it's the one you lost
The rain is full
Of sand falling from the sky

The intermittent rain outside is just like
That sleepless night
For those who look at each other, only listen
For those who are suitable, often have disputes
The light spreads and condenses
Is that shape like you with black hair and green tresses?
Then we
Look at each other
My two eyes meet your pair of bright eyes
Looking at your jade-like face
There was once a moonlit and breeze night
No need, no need
Arranging scenes of black and white brightness because of past events

Night Rain Lamp (Part 4)

Flowing lights
Andante like a song
A certain misty theme
Comes surging in profusion
In front of this night rain lamp
Love, I can't forget the shadow of your long hair
Your gentle voice
Is my longing day and night
How did I meet you, my love
Are you really
Really came wordlessly as the prophecy said
And then suddenly gone
My love
The beginning of the story is often as simple as just one
But the end of the story is as different as can be
"Three hundred feet of coral and a thousand bushels of pearls
Can't exchange for the body of the unmarried Luo Fu"
We have missed the yesterday full of flowers
Do we want to give up today again?
The sensitive heart
Has already been deeply hidden
Knock it, it thumps
But at this moment, my love
It will break because of you!

Sunset of sunset boat (first)

※The sunset boat has no owner
The sunset boat only appears in the sunset
——————Inscription

Tie the years with a long rope
The days carried on the shoulders
Under that touch of crimson hue
Unloose under the watchful eyes
Very heavy
Unloose very heavily
——It's a cliff head
Covered with giant earthworm-like grooves

Oh, hands covered with earthworms
Grasp, grasp tightly is——
The silent homesickness of travelers
:: And
The tenderness of the wife in dreams
After the plum rain
The water rose, but the boat
Can't rise high
The sail, that time
Who tore it apart

Sunset boat (part two)
※There is a prodigal son on the sunset boat
The prodigal son is sitting at the bow drinking
The one pouring wine is not his woman
The one pouring wine is himself
The hand that trembles day by day
The prodigal son's sword has been sold to the pawnshop
The prodigal son has no sword
The prodigal son only has the bright moon
And, the bright moon is still
The one far away in the horizon

······
Now the prodigal son even has no bright moon
But,
He has the sunset and his song
The prodigal son also has a qin
A seven-string qin
And a qin bag embroidered with chrysanthemums
The prodigal son's clothes
Are already very old

Sunset Boat (Part Three)
Sunset Ferry
Young Child Fishing
Several Willow Twigs Turn Light Green
Just Tie the Wind
Fishing Gulls Fly Far Away
Broken Boat Lies There
No One Cares
Once Stood by Begonia Flowers
But When Did I Return to Pengze
Freely Admire the Chrysanthemum Fence
Red Stove Roasting Charcoal
Green Plums Just Right

Fresh Snow Tea
Green Ants Old Wine
Call Two or Three Friends
No Need for a Reason
Let Go of Indecision
Wild Sparrows Chirp and Fly
Bananas Unfold Beauty
Ask You
——Where Does Sorrow Come From?

One enters the peach-blossom land for how many years
Randomly imagining being unrestrained among the waters and clouds
The golden censer doesn't burn out the remaining drunkenness
In dreams, the people of Qin are all tilling the fields

Comrades, do you want to see my new work?? Why isn't there any encouragement?