【Original Poems】 Su Ziyi's "Sixteen Songs of Qi Huai Bu Yun Huang Zhongze"

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Su Ziyi, after the 70s, a well woman in Suizhou, Hubei Province, has been in the network poetry circle for more than ten years, and loves Xiao Jie and Xiao Ling, occasionally.

Qi Huai Bu Rhyme Huang Zhong is sixteen songs

One

Career checkpoints are always light, long to the micro in the middle of the moon.

Zi Mo's shoulders were absolutely beautiful, and Qiu Rong looked back at her with affection.

Soft intestines will turn people old, red tears a thousand dreams have not yet come true.

Forty-three years can be counted, and I know that the fallen leaves let out a sad voice.

Two

Rambling hands into the clear spirit, a breath of cold painting screen.

The destruction of the other world is like the shadow of a flower, and the heart of this life is like Ding Ning.

Thousands of colors are left alone, and I have been a few idiots who have not stopped.

After the twelve dry shoots, Xiao saw the sunrise and twilight to see the stars.

Three

Proposed spring glow on the green moss, Qian who send one by one to the future.

The horizontal wave was thunderous in his eyes, and the red tears before the sideburns frosted back.

There is deep grace that can erode the bones, and the extremely cold heart can each condensed ash.

Northern Xinjiang sent a message last night, and it was leaning on its chest.

Four

One night the autumn wind is as wild as the beginning, and the autumn wind is accustomed to living with the opposite door.

Self-knowledge is small and difficult to delay wine, in the end the cold less reading.

Who Xu Tianya divides the willows, and also teaches Nanpu skinny red ferns.

Nine times out of ten, I sent carp to Huangquan.

Five

The heavy secret words looked at each other, and the double farewell autumn heart only hurt itself.

The green ants poured in vain to add bitterness, and the green placket was reduced but not fragrant.

Hua Nian is difficult to pay off the debts of the wind, and Mingyue buries Bo Xinglang deeply.

Cover up and lean back against the dark wall, two rows of new makeup.

Six

This thought is sold to the other, and a hundred times and a thousand turns rely on Qin Zheng.

Qiu Hong has a trade wind, and a clear dream is not brewed by flowers.

The spring water is divided into dark and light colors, and the warbler cries freely.

The morning light on the shore of Baiyun Lake is early, and it is necessary to see who is taking the negative hand line.

Seven

The small characters Yin Yin summoned Yu Rong, and the yin han gradually became worried.

The long street was broken for no reason, and the green sideburns were gone.

The new red on the pillow is flying ten thousand points, and the old dream of the township is more and more heavy.

Why ask Pengshan to go, since then the merchants will never meet.

Eight

Under the afternoon verdal corridor, it is like a hanging, and a silver sieve is suspicious.

The swallow eaves are empty three or four places, and the wind supports the green wax for a long time.

The flowering period is secretly predicted by whom, and the full moon silently prays for self-knowledge.

There is a mood to chant to death, and no one can recognize the broken intestines poem.

Nine

The sunshine is the most drunk, and the spring breeze is like a flute.

Meishan is still to be exhibited in the poem, and Qinggang is partial to delusion.

Zi Fu En's deep space was full of tears, and the bald man could throw away the honor.

Floating clouds were originally useless, and they were ashamed of the high heavens and shame.

Ten

Whoever starts Zhu Lou is like a marquis, and sings sandalwood to make idle.

Chaotic silver hooks are commonplace, and jade mounds are cold and free to swim.

Life and death concentric three high-fives, cloud mud different ways to support each head.

At that time, Zi Mo stayed in the house, and the horse was rested.

Eleven

Su Yan let his hair go unchecked, and strolled through the atrium without responding.

Poetry debt every time people get up early, don't be empty and negative moon rises.

Afraid of hearing Du Yu cry a thousand times, he forcibly exchanged Zhuang Zhou's tears for a liter.

If the WhiteHead Covenant is there, why is it gradually difficult to win.

twelve

The autumn water turned deep, and the inches and inches of soft intestines were like debt invasion.

The floating clouds of tori finally entered the sea, and the curtain Xiaoyue xiu yulin.

The Yi people are often charming, and the feelings of tired guests are even more lonely.

If you have to plant trees in the next life, you will play the seven-stringed piano with Jun.

thirteen

Fang Xin hugged Yu Linglong alone, and looked into the clouds and mud.

A few strands of emotion shake the blue water, and the eight wild winds materialize the remnants of the rainbow.

Weiyang new willow is common green, purple Mo Qingfen second red.

Leaving the white world needs to be let go, and the next life is not the same as this life.

fourteen

Liu Nian Bai Shou studied together and asked what qiu qing could do.

Half an inch of luoyi acid was reduced, and a blank of loess was in tears.

Wushan has joined the Xiang King, and there should be no Ruan Zhaoduo in Wu county.

The ends of the world are not allowed to be separated, how to teach the world to rise and fall.

fifteen

Qing Huan darkened a few degrees, don't dream of Jiang Tianyi.

Still peach blossom purple mo, He Zeng thin willow on the heavy xiao.

Swirling or frost on the leaves, tossing and turning is nothing more than rain hitting bananas.

The nostalgia is deep from now on, and the inscription poem may be difficult to dissipate.

sixteen

Yin De qi was vain, and endured a glass of wine to make a poetry immortal.

The merciless acid rain has pierced the heart, and there are letter spring flowers hugging willow sleep.

Let go of Zhu Yan and return to the dark night, turn back to Pan Sideburns into the year of decline.

After removing the addition and subtraction to clear zero, who Xu Xihe whipped again.

A thousand poems

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