Eleventh Survey Document / Nanjing River Sand
Light Clouds and Gentle Breeze
The petals of the flower are drunk with rain,
Lying on a bamboo couch,
Sniffing the remaining red wine cup.
Missing you, but unfortunately, the flowers have already wilted into mud.
Cloudy mountains smile in the evening,
Holding a fishing rod,
Cooking ancient and modern green clothes,
Smiling faintly, cloudy and breezy still light.
Light Clouds and Gentle Breeze
A drunken boat follows the water,
No intention to compete with the current,
Just watch the chaotic redness chase after the clouds;
Looking at the ink painting, there is no static or dynamic,
Only the wind and flowers gradually fade away;
Pitiful people in the world chasing dreams,
Floating leaves in the wind.
Sighing, why not let go of your worries?
Haha, some readers questioned after reading:
Your "Lieutenant Jing Ke" didn't travel back to the Qin Dynasty?
How come there are poems from the Tang, Song, and Yuan dynasties,
And even modern poetry that doesn't fit in?
Will it make "Lieutenant Jing Ke" not fit in either?
Also, some friends who like it think:
The point of view is simple, just support,
As long as it increases readability and literary quality, it's good.
However, I, the author Xiao Sha, am at a loss,
So I'm doing an investigation:
Do you think it's feasible for me to write my own original poems in "Lieutenant Jing Ke"?
Below, I present some poems that have already appeared or will appear in "Lieutenant Jing Ke",
Maybe they won't be used (haha):
The Teacher's Bones
Listening to the sound of books with joy,
Hearing the sound of the wind and rain,
A lonely lamp, a few pieces of red leaves.
Wishing for the past, thinking of the present,
Looking at the moon, remembering distant memories,
Sitting and waiting for dawn,
The cold rain is chilly, another night.
No Title (haha)
There's a sunken smoke on the south bank of the river,
Five old men on the mountain peak looking at the remaining sunset,
A lonely forest, a childhood dream,
Drunk, like water, lightly injured.
Strange Road
Golden autumn wind enters the painting screen.
Autumn leaves fall, silver guns flash and kill.
Unknown future, who can be expected?
The road back is already all yellow sand.
Green Lake Farewell
The sun sets in the west mountain, birds return to their nests,
Morning mist, green lake, swallows fly in disorder.
At dawn, love has no end,
At dusk, parting ways, don't be surprised.
Lonely
A thousand families' lamp fires and kitchen smoke rise.
The setting sun shines on the returning person's shadow.
Not waiting for the night to return home,
Only fearing that the returning person has no relatives.
Death
Summer passes without a trace, light scenery far away.
Midnight, dim lamp, dream dependence.
Autumn comes, water goes, flowers scatter,
At noon, shadows also sorrowfully press.
Foreign Land
Fine rain whispers bitterness,
Autumn wind says coldness,
Treading on red dust, doubting dreams,
The road back is in a foreign land.
Diligence
Don't say that youth's dreams are light and crazy,
How can you know that heroes are urgent at dusk?
At thirty, fame and fortune turn to dust and soil,
Who dares to waste their childhood years?
Last
Finally,
Please let me groom your war horse.
There is no happiness in tomorrow,
In the gentle crying,
The battlefield,
Life's fatigue,
No longer has the heroic spirit of drinking and wandering,
Nor can a man's dignity be abandoned.
Set out,
You died, I will bury myself.
Huang Ju Si
East fence not planting worldly flowers,
Door panel rarely having peony grass,
Elegant pavilion difficult to produce wind and frost pine,
Dry hillside leaning towards thinking of yellow chrysanthemum.
For now, that's all I can write (haha).
Reader friends, please give Xiao Sha your opinions:
Continue or return to the original style?
What should Xiao Sha write next? Haha! Thank you.
