Riverside Rock · Spring Night
Bianhesha·Chunyebai
Author/Zhuangtushishanren
One
The spring scenery is charming, I hate it's so long, how can I bear the old swallows not returning home? The clear breeze stirs up the small pond.
Outside the curtain, two jade butterflies fly side by side, in front of the window, strands of green willows. The moon is bright tonight, illuminating the Western Chamber.
Two
The cauliflower flowers bloom, faintly fragrant, the moon envelops the pool water, winding around the corridors. New peach blossoms bloom, night arrives at the window.
Golden carvings, silk robes, still feeling cold, jade furnace, remaining still fragrant, causing people to shed tears, endlessly weeping.
112020, 02, 23, 14:48
Life doesn't lack poetry and distance
One consistent Zhangshu
Author/Zhuangtushishanren
The sun is a playful child, always playing hide-and-seek with people.
It loves to hide in the clouds, changing into various appearances.
We cannot feel the warmth of the sunlight.
The sun is a playful child, always playing with fire, it holds a burning torch, burning everything to a boil.
We cannot feel the coolness of the willow tree's shade.
The sun is a child with flaws, but it never lacks heat.
The sun is an inclusive child, but it always tolerates our past.
We should not live in tears, always searching for flawed sunlight, always searching for an uninclusive sunlight.
Life doesn't lack poetry and distance
112020, 02, 24, 07:30
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