The moss on the steps is green, and the palace gate is hidden in silence.
It's raining in the corridor, and I can't help but shed tears with the sound of the sound.
Falling into the abyss of fire, fish swim in the boiling cauldron.
The mirage is far away, facing the clear shadow, I am alone and empty-handed.
Entering Yancun, you can see the brocade in Yunshan.
Listen to the clear chanting, hold the feather weaving, and look at each other for a moment.
The flying swallows were divided, and the fragrant orchid was burned.
Saying goodbye to Shashuo, the soul is intoxicated, and the sun is shining brightly.
The Yaotai rises, and the caves are exhausted.
Hope Ling Yan, admire Jinghong, Guan even a thousand miles famous.
The sun is cold and the moon is cold, and there is a sudden war.
It's still a little angry, but it's a deep frown, and the heart of the king of heaven and earth is poured out.
Ahem, the above poem was written on July 13, 2016. Looking back now, it looks like a piece of stinking, dog, shit. I feel that both the oblique and oblique rhythms are very bad... A mouthful of old blood is sprayed on the screen... I've been staring at this poem for three days and I still don't know how to change it... Welcome to make suggestions for revisions: such as oblique and oblique rhythms, such as rhyme, such as word choice, such as antithesis. This poem will have to be changed when an inspiration suddenly strikes me later! Ah! Ah!
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