Shukou painting
A few more words and you will separate the mountains and clouds
They used to meet the sky where they had parted for so long
After the text is tiled in waves
The sun beating hard from afar
Tightly woven with vine-field netting yarn
Welcome the new separation and meeting
A few more pages and you'll be back in the past
Layer stone again full of veins Qi, strange pine alone blue green
The windows of the town open lengthwise and close lengthwise
The long roads join together
Last time it was a feather butterfly, this time it's a dove
Last time it was a flower, this time it's a hat tongue
The huff and puff of the tarpaulin startles the drifting of the green trees
If I ride my bike there
I sprang from the quiet
If I sit on the grass
Maybe the same text will be held up
The story in the book is very beautiful, which is also
It's sunny under the morning window
In the bookcase, it's still
Here is the totem of self-love flapping
Yun Xing
Clouds flow far mountains fold, clouds stained crimson mountain lake thin.
Printed yarn fine silk water grain grinding, stone splashed rain col not damaged color.
Mei Qing
Plum feathers hold branches, green leaves shake drive.
The grass is sparse at the edge of the column, oh! And the sound of the crossing is shielded from the distance.
The village road is full of joy.
Chen Ruizhe, pseudonym Su Yun, 16 years old, member of the Chinese Poetry Society, a young poet, works scattered in Chinese and foreign newspapers.
A few more words and you will separate the mountains and clouds
They used to meet the sky where they had parted for so long
After the text is tiled in waves
The sun beating hard from afar
Tightly woven with vine-field netting yarn
Welcome the new separation and meeting
A few more pages and you'll be back in the past
Layer stone again full of veins Qi, strange pine alone blue green
The windows of the town open lengthwise and close lengthwise
The long roads join together
Last time it was a feather butterfly, this time it's a dove
Last time it was a flower, this time it's a hat tongue
The huff and puff of the tarpaulin startles the drifting of the green trees
If I ride my bike there
I sprang from the quiet
If I sit on the grass
Maybe the same text will be held up
The story in the book is very beautiful, which is also
It's sunny under the morning window
In the bookcase, it's still
Here is the totem of self-love flapping
Yun Xing
Clouds flow far mountains fold, clouds stained crimson mountain lake thin.
Printed yarn fine silk water grain grinding, stone splashed rain col not damaged color.
Mei Qing
Plum feathers hold branches, green leaves shake drive.
The grass is sparse at the edge of the column, oh! And the sound of the crossing is shielded from the distance.
The village road is full of joy.
Chen Ruizhe, pseudonym Su Yun, 16 years old, member of the Chinese Poetry Society, a young poet, works scattered in Chinese and foreign newspapers.
