Composed a short poem by myself to commemorate the first composition
The blue city is in chaos, the smoke and willows are scattered; the stars are out, I should leave far away from Guanshan Mountain. The new lyrics are broken, who can play the strings of the zither when they are broken? The long wind dances in the quiet waves, and a song of lovesickness makes my heart feel sad.
The eight layers of snow are still cold, and the night is long; the years have changed, and I have been drunk for seven and a half days in this life. I feel empty and empty, and the beginning of the month is so pale; I dream of autumn orchids, and the falling flowers are dark in the clouds.
I hate it every night, tears stain my lapels and sleeves full of scars; looking at Chang'an, who can express my love for you; the journey is difficult, and the water flows through thousands of miles of shore. It was a few layers of mist, but the Beidou Pointer was nowhere to be seen.
I would like to pray three times and learn from my heart three times. I will not be alone and spend my days leisurely. The cold fragrance floats and the wine pot is full. When you return, the flowers and colors are still stained along the way.
In the past and present, we were drunk and rejoicing together, sailing through thousands of waves and thousands of sails, drinking thousands of cups and thousands of cups, and starting to sigh three thousand times for you. This is how I look at it.
In the blue lake, when can you find the two flying luan; in the winding road, where can you find the Jade Pass; in the underworld, the crimson tobacco can be found by the side. The dawn has faded into the mist, a flower, a leaf and a cicada, looking at each other in the rivers and lakes, can we go safely.