Luo Zhihai Poems

Elegant thought, flowery speech, a poor worthy
Naked and tender bean sprouts
Touch se on the small bridge to play drizzle
Listen to pine on the mountain top and pillow on the flowing cloud
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Years hastily, say goodbye to the past, my heart wide
Life hurriedly, reception of the future, our love bright
One ridge of autumn light, red maples blazing burn the gray mountain
Whole lake of the spring scenery, white herons leisurely through the blue sky
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Northwest Wolf howls, biting cold
Southern China Tiger roars, whole body trembles
Lonely lamp and shadow are near the landscape
Only sun and moon, two bosom friends in the house humble
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Peaches red with dew greet the rising sun
Willows emerald in the smoke send away the colorful sunset clouds
Outside the mountain, meteors often lure cranes
Flying rain not bully flowers in front of the gate
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Lotus leaves connecting the sky and flowers reflecting the sun
Roots of the small-fruited fig tree enter into the ground and lotus roots sink into mud
In the verse of the plum blossoms, first met
Bright moon on the footpath of the field, wept at farewell
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Picked mulberry leaves on the footpath in the field to were soaked with silver dew
Broke a willow branch by the river to make fun of the water lotus
Gorgeous shadows, wave and light came to the litchi bank
Flute sound and mist covered the peach orchard
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Three rivers of anger burns in the heart bottom
Four seas of roaring waves mass into the pen tip
Ten thousand wisps of spring breeze combs willow rhyme
Thousand lines of emerald bamboos planted in the mountain of the poetry
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At random, midwinter is piercing cold strewing
Occasionally meet the cool breeze in the hot summer
Intelligent eyes faint to open, spirit at ease
Washing the dust heart, essence nature
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On the purple road light three or five swallows
In the poetry field dimly trace deep and shallow
Where do ten thousand years of white clouds go
Full of my heart, thousand kinds of sorrows
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Leaning on a cane, east wind blow the emerald ridge
Playing lute, apricot rain moistens the garden in spring
A poem path quietly, figures hovering
Fragrant flowers in clusters, heart charming
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