Luo Zhihai Poems

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861.
If Cloud Knows My Worry

如果云知道我心事

出句:
如果云知道我心事【不正师太】
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862.
Dim Drizzle

Waves shake the oars, sing folk songs
Wind touches the willow branches, haze is thick
Returning boat at the ancient ferry, Whole River Red
Dim drizzle in the Peach Garden, Like Dream Lyric
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863.
Autumn Thoughts

Several autumn thoughts are light like dream
Thirty percent of drunken mood is in a mess like jute
Violent storms turning white waves
Paint in the water and carve on the ice, the floating snowflakes
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864.
A Cattail Circular Cushion

Sit in meditation on a cattail circular cushion, silence all day
Live in seclusion in the plum valley, several percent of leisure
Mellowness of laughing at flowers bloom or wither
Being pleased to keep moon company full or wanes
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865.
Reconcile Oneself To One's Situation

Fallen leaves return to the roots to miss homeland
Flying flowers pursues water to send off the fleeting time
A man who is contented will be happy, three meals full
Reconcile oneself to one's situation, one leisure lifetime
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866.
The Love Music

Water plays the love music and willow wields a writing brush
Mountain sings a love song and pine pours ink
My heart holds heaven and earth and my feeling is warm
My hands hold the universe and my courage is heroic
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867.
The Orchid Fragrance

In the mountains surge waves and grows wind in the pine sea
Writing, verses in bloom in the poetic field
Thirty percent of the moonlight is painted into painting
A wisp of the orchid fragrance is kneaded into tea
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868.
Eternal Regret

The wild geese transmitted love between two places
Eternal regret in Shen Garden, tears on three paper
Nature-cultivation should be beyond the noisy world
Cultivate one's moral character best in the depth of the plum flowers
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869.
Raise The Cranes

In the pool, plant lotuses with the clean character
In the pine mountain, raise the cranes to show the emotion
Not sigh the life is less wonderful
Should know the society has many questions
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870.
Was Poetized

One feather as a brush
Several drops of the pine ink was poetized
Annual rings were engraved the sentences of the vicissitudes of life
By the pillow, lingered Thoughts at Silent Night
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