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Bronze Drum Poems Issue 32 (6 songs)

Text/Lin Lanxiu

Manuscript recommendation/Sun Fengzhang

Picture/From the Internet, thanks to the original author

Bronze Drum Poems Issue 32 (6 songs)

Birdsong

Lin Lanxiu

Fortunately, there is a quiet back of the sycamore house, and there is no lack of birds chirping in the morning and dusk.

Although I don't understand the language of the spirit bird, I envy the freedom of the spirit bird.

False public servant

Lin Lanxiu

Dressed in a Marxist-Leninist skin, the original form is actually a tiger and a lion.

If there is no fire eye demon stick, how long will it be time to harm the people of the country.

Bronze Drum Poems Issue 32 (6 songs)

horn

Lin Lanxiu

He is well versed in the master's good cowhide, and his wide mouth is diligent and blows in all directions.

The noble man was happy when he heard it, and he listened to the dream with sadness.

It has nothing to do with the hidden dangers, who is to blame for the frequent flaws?

Once the incident occurred in the east window, the slave voice did it for other families.

Mr. Xu was dismissed

Lin Lanxiu

The horror caused Xiao Wall and smashed Hua Xu's dream.

The jade girl is like a cloud without any share, and money is like land for other parties.

is already lonely and white in prison, and there is no longer a light in front of people.

is a business tide pusher, when and why did he lose his conscience?

Bronze Drum Poems Issue 32 (6 songs)

Reminiscences of Hangzhou

Lin Lanxiu

A glass of Xizi Yangchun wine, boundless wind and moon are poetry.

Along the embankment, the willows are dark and green, and the gulls are flying thousands of grays.

The smoke on the mountain is beautiful, and the flowers and rain by the lake cleanse the spirit fetus.

The poor man is three thousand miles away, and he refuses to come from an idle husband year after year.

Partridge Day • Autumn Thoughts

Lin Lanxiu

Leaning on the building railing alone to bathe in the cool breeze, the fragrance of osmanthus flowers is sent to the east of the grass. A round of bright moon hearts are imprinted, and thousands of stacks of clouds are not empty.

Listen to the crane and look forward to the Hong. Boundless autumn is in the chest. Even if the times are difficult and the brows are furrowed, there is still an endless sigh of interest.

Release Editor/Positive Energy Lee Kwang You

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