The old flowers bring new worries
Playing the harp in a drunken dream and frivolously
The paths in my hometown are filled with dust
My heart goes to Beidou
------Mingyueqingfeng
Maybe it's a very vulgar story, but it's my first time writing an article. I'll keep it simple, so I won't go into details. I saw a very good poem written by someone on the Internet, so I took it over. I hope the author won't be offended.
First of all, I would like to thank Quoqun's friends for their support, and thank you to the princess for her "oppression". Hehe, it made me realize that I can also post,~
"Li Ping Konghou Yin"
Tang Li He
Wu Si, Shutong and Zhang Gaoqiu, the empty mountain is condensed with clouds.
Jiang E cries about Zhu Su's female sorrow, and Li Ping plays the Chinese harp.
In Kunshan, the broken jade phoenix screams, the hibiscus weeps and the fragrant orchid smiles.
Cold light melted in front of the twelve doors, and twenty-three silk threads moved the purple emperor.
Where Nuwa was refining stones to mend the sky, the stones shattered the sky and made Qiu Yu amaze.
I dreamed of entering the sacred mountain and calling the goddess, and the old fish danced like a thin dragon.
Wu Zhi is sleepless and leans against the osmanthus tree, with his feet exposed and flying wet and cold rabbits sideways.
Welcome new friends to leave their paw prints, your encouragement is my motivation~·(*^__^*) Hee hee...