w.haolusi.com Remnant Snow on the Broken Bridge in Winter In your season, I cannot Walk calmly through spring The long embankment and winter willows give me a silent echo It's about calling along the way Is it a green mood No memories, but able to recall The Moment of Breaking Willows There is no clear direction But one can overlook a sea of fluctuating hearts And at this moment, you're shining a little white light Passing through the fence of my eyelashes Suddenly looking up, who has already walked up the mossy steps Like walking on a white dream block Virtual static fragmentation&hellip& hellip; |Remembering the mountain rain In the distant mountains of Jiangnan in May Spread out your pattering sound The pain of stepping on lost pages of my memory on the mountain road Opening Tearful Annotations You are as delicate as a sensitive woman You let the flying rain and swallows flutter by the light and shallow stream I still remember that year when you and I were lost in Jiangnan Listening to the wind, we met in the distant mountains and dense forests Tell you I like your confusion You nodded, but never approached me Looking at the distant mountains of Jiangnan, you make people miss and feel melancholy You float in the distant sky, and the background hides your beautiful figure You chase the flowing clouds on the mountaintop, forgetting that someone is standing at the dusk of longing On the dusk screen, there is an eager gaze It seems like there will always be only one quiet night Only close-up shots of the waning moon will be released, without showcasing the panoramic view of Jiangnan Only waiting, my waiting Becoming a voiceover in the camera: You have already left You have never left either. Departing It is the flowing clouds on the mountaintop that you have embraced; Inseparable It's the Jiangnan that I've kissed, with tears scattered all over it Soft and tender films in the moist Jiangnan region 1987 |Autumn Begonia Looking at autumn and seeing you in the grass I sit quietly by your side, bypassing the dusk Memories are always pale And who would be lost in the gentle evening breeze You must have been standing there for a long time Starting from a certain day in a certain year, month. An arc-shaped sky Squeezing out little autumn clouds like the belly of a cow Can you maintain calmness while paying attention? But what breaks the calm is not your urgent voice But rather your long silence and gaze I have no words to hope for you, you are extremely elegant Like a charming water lily, dancing with a smile The background is a distant and vast twilight Recalling the past, there used to be a Double Ninth Festival to decorate a pale autumn appearance Who gave me tears to clear, and I repaid them with drops of blood When a wet person's emotions are still wet, gently washing them dry Wearing the clothes of the moonlight. But how can I believe it The long candle in front of your window is still the same one So, I wish you a swaying branch Strike the rock wall of my heart With wandering autumn songs, crossing the threshold of the soul Startled by falling crabapple on the banquet, late at night with a cold dream&hellip& hellip; 1987 |The Last Rhododendron Since that night, I have been crying in my dreams It's hard to wake up again Endless, congested eyes only facing the southern mountains And the southern mountains have long drifted away with the cloud boats The wind like a fish, carrying clouds in search of its homeland Former Hometown Chlorophytum comosum with nickname But my hometown, my hometown is not at the foot of the mountain What evening is this? The setting sun flies to the mountains Youyou Projection Infiltrate into the speechless mountains of Lingnan In Lingbei, the quiet mountains and forests are very thin It's unclear when the person left When it comes, it is also destined to be unknown. everything Because that cry vetoed spring Therefore, the so-called blooming is a sorrowful blooming The so-called expectations are all endless expectations Even though the eyes at the end overlook the barriers of the mountains The thin mountains and forests are no longer able to flash the journey of returning home And only, only the cry is the only absolute cry Drips of tears and blood But it was just a perfect accompaniment 1987 |Dreaming of a bird's nest Can I fly to you here In my dream, with my rootless leaves as wings Farewell to Wushan, because that night was cloudless Banana is not alone on the embankment I am the Dreambird that stands out in the daytime and is abandoned by the daytime The fate of being a bird is destined to wave on the black water In search of everything The rest areas are all staggered hills And outside of me, where are you? where? Beyond my gaze, my heart is silent like a tide Like a tide. A disciple who does not repent But one can clearly see the layers of stone steps under the altar Therefore, I do not regret it The wandering feather is wet by the thick autumn rain The moment of foraging again The solitary bird you released for thousands of years must not be like me anymore Although it can hover on your edge But the only memory is also difficult to determine your direction After crossing mountains and ridges Only one step away from you Clearly, you can harbor my wandering soul Dreams are also ripe, but the bird's nest in a long dream A heart without a nest 1989 |Listen to Yan language and become confident Jiang The sound of water in the spring of the year of rising water I swam into the big lake The April wind brings some longing and tenderness I know they only come here for the Xin River In the Yan language of the past There is Huaxinzi who has been dampened by mountain rain There is a boat song blown away by the river breeze Listen to Yan language and become confident Jiang A glass of green plum wine and two plates of flavored side dishes By imagining sipping the river breeze by the shore A dark green ribbon is the bride's wedding dress The plum fragrance of Xin Qiji floats in the Yan language In Lu Yu's Tea Classic Sucking in the charming breeze of Jiangnan I know that the north bank of the Xin River is far away Red beans from the Northern Kingdom once filled the cabin of time Do you know that Nanguo Dream Lane is deep A beautiful shadow that once flashed through the youth of a woman in Xinjiang There is a roadside in both the south and north of the Yangtze River to send the spring breeze The songs of boats on both sides of the Taiwan Strait have been shaken with the sound of Yanyu Shakeable and not chaotic Still patches of canvas on the river surface Yan language confidently rises from the river I poured wine into the middle of the river, and the waves surged up Whose whispers are in harmony with the Yan language Is it a young child from Yansheng Why does he no longer know that there is no watermark on the road by the river I don't know if my hometown is floating in the Xin River The chirping Yan language floating in the air Awakening another unfamiliar heart bank with no embankment Yan language, Yan language, spring has already passed far away The memory of a summer gradually sinks Your singing that fades with the wind will lead you through the deep autumn And I was already in the ripples of Xinjiang I saw my hometown and the misty reeds on both sides of her shore 1994 |Ice Creek I still remember it to this day Ice Creek, you are a blue, unfrozen stream Remember to hold onto your clear spring Blue injected into my palms and veins When the moon shines brightly The blue ribbon floats over the tall branches of time Colorful Hundred Flowers Explore the green mountains at your source With the fragrance of flowers guiding the way Sitting silently by an empty stream for a day Or observe the stars overnight Sink the heavy stone of life into the bottom of the stream Perhaps it can also shake off the dust of fate But I'm still willing, Bingxi Willing to bathe alone in your trickle of water May my skin be pressed against your golden and soft sand grains In ample time Ice Creek, sneak with you in the clear water of the stream My gaze won't lose its direction I will eventually descend slowly along the stream Ice Creek, blending between your water plants and sand grains Perhaps far up the hill Like a pine cone quietly rolling down at your source Never willing to plan for a lifetime Make an escape following the fish 1997 |A boy playing the harmonica People who are obsessed with the harmonica, those who carry the harmonica It's the boy who plays the harmonica In this long summer I once listened attentively to his graceful piano sound I once stood under a big tree Seeing the young man sitting upright on a stone His slender hands carried the harmonica to his lips The sound of the qin climbed onto the roof of my house I also saw three glass marbles Quietly scattered beside the young man Their transparent bodies Reflected the colors and traumas of this summer But in the passage of time and trauma I have served as a fugitive for this summer In a crowded crowd I have shouted a little-known language And all of this is now impossible to reverse I can't finish listening to the sound of the boy's piano Now, I am ashamed of my escape Shame, my soul has always been fragile and simple Now, I can't even glimpse the scenery behind the young man I don't know where his piano sound drifts When the star clusters in the sky make people dizzy I am already a failure, no longer looking at the starry sky Under the starry sky, I am a failure I can only say that the star clusters in the night sky are dizzying The sound of the young man's piano no longer echoes in my heart It's just that I've dreamt countless times about my youth& mdash; I can capture them all one by one& mdash; The distance between three glass marbles and me The Relationship between Youth and Summer And the illusion of darkness creating light in the sound of the piano 1998 |Abandon the rapids Yes, you will give up on the rapids Returning to the end of the river The turbid currents of summer roar through the canyon And you, you will take a different path You will take a different path and return to the plateau A small, small lake Lying down to listen to the slowly surging cool tide of autumn Willing to endure it overflowing your body Around the silent turbidity of summer, you It has returned to the end of the river Actually, the place you're going to is not far away But you still have many unfulfilled wishes The place you are going to is not far away The wandering place is also quietly changing seasons When you lie in the center of the lake You can still see the clear black and white mountains and waters around you You can also see a bird flying gracefully She lingers like words in the clouds for a long time& mdash; That unfamiliar and difficult to understand foreign language Greeting you with a worried and resentful expression But birds need to flee towards higher autumn The words in the clouds will also disappear rapidly Your drifting in a different place indicates&# flash& mdash; The retreat of life cannot contain the encirclement of death Yes, you will give up on the rapids Abandoning years of waiting and taking a different path When you return to the end of the river again The cool tide of late autumn has soaked your soul 1999 |Broken bridge The broken bridge is not broken, what is broken is only the raindrops of West Lake The withered branches of Hequ Garden Wind Lotus The broken bridge is not broken, what is broken is only the thick makeup and light mist And the sound of the Southern Evening Bell The bridge remains unbroken, only the tender intestines of Xu Xian and Bai Niangzi are broken And the touching legend of Su Xiaoxiao In that legend 1500 years ago A pure and innocent "Tongxin Song" Broken the fragments of snow on the steps And the autumn moon of Pinghu next year. Broken bridge, not broken What breaks is the shadow of Leifeng Pagoda and the sound of wooden fish in Lingyin Temple The last one that broke was the data cable that connected you and me And I am thousands of miles away I only became a person who listens to the wind 2007 |Cicadas Drinking Dew Wait until the dew of a tree hangs on its leaves You were only allowed to lie on the branches Until the dew becomes transparent, the thin cicada wings You can lie still in the shade The current April decorations are too heavy The prosperity of late spring and the falling red have just retreated to the ground You are well aware that you cannot chirp at this moment We have to wait until the sky becomes clear and the mood improves We have to wait until He Miao becomes pregnant with countless children The villagers worshipped the shrine on the table We have to wait until the laundry lady goes barefoot into the water Only then can you prepare the new lyrics for a lifetime of singing We have to wait until the toxic sun suddenly falls That's why you're bulging your chest and singing We have to wait until amaranth, cucumber, and green pepper are placed on the table Your singing voice is higher than the roof We have to wait until the autumn frost turns white, and the dewdrops on the grass tips We have to wait until September to announce —& mdash; The whole summer has run out of breath You are willing to sing yourself to death, leaving only an empty shell And no matter who, the unfortunate or the happy As long as I give you a drop of dew I will receive the nursery rhyme you give back There's still a whole summer&hellip& hellip; silent 2008 |How do crickets chirp in autumn The autumn wind blows hard The golden line of summer sunshine breaks Crickets, chirping even further behind that wooden door One sound, one song after another Like a pre Qin folk song carrying the fragrance of mint Passing through the halls of the Han Dynasty and quietly arriving at the Sui and Tang Dynasties In the Tang Dynasty, as long as the cricket chirped The bluestone slab road in Chang'an can extend for eight thousand miles in four directions In the Song and Yuan dynasties, it was impossible for crickets to remain silent Only by singing can one live their entire bloodline But that cricket is also an extremely ordinary cricket Songs prepared in previous lives It cannot wear the transparent autumn breeze and the cold and silent long sky of the late Qing Dynasty Its songs can only be sung in the evening Beauty lies in the crops under the setting sun In the silent night, with the lamp in the darkness as the heart If we can cross the sea of homesickness in the afterglow The chirping becomes even more poignant and melancholic Call out the moonlight of Li Bai The person who drinks alone sleeps to Tianlao Mountain Call out Tao Yuanming The chrysanthemums under the eastern fence quietly bloom Call out Qu Yuan's wandering soul Crying low and sobbing, it instantly turns into a long howl 2008 |The Snow of Huaiyu Mountain I haven't been worried about the snow in Huaiyu Mountain for a long time Sing a love song now I haven't had a romantic relationship with the snow on the mountain for a long time The snow of Huaiyu Mountain that I once loved deeply Whiter than the teeth of a beauty. Deeper than the rice paper hidden in the attic More spiritual heritage and connotation When I was born, Xue once held me back in her hometown When I protest with tears once She was once damp in my heart And I wander through foreign lands, practicing time travel Snow, her sparkling beauty has been deeply hidden in my heart When she used a hexagonal silence Dance once, the beauty's hair It's only an inch white. Old wrinkles and deeply sunken eye sockets One step ahead of my concern And all of this will return to the white silence Along with the white snow growing on my temples Along with my slightly painful tooth root How old am I this year. I feel a bit negligent about my current life Shake the white snow on your temples I feel that my love for Huai Yushan is still burning 2009 |Su Xiaoxiao By the side of Xiling Bridge, Ye Huangyun is cold, Southern Qi of the Six Dynasties, with scattered snow. In nineteen years, sing the song of unity, I love myself, cough up blood and die. Under the hexagonal pavilion, beautiful women bury incense. The hexagonal pavilion is as slim as clouds. In nineteen years, sing the song of unity, I love myself, cough up blood and die. By the side of Xiling Bridge, Ye Huangyun is cold, Southern Qi of the Six Dynasties, with scattered snow. Under the hexagonal pavilion, beautiful women bury incense. The hexagonal pavilion is as slim as clouds. 2012 |The Song of Falling Leaves Wutong leaves have fallen, but Kuchu leaves have not yet fallen The maple and poplar leaves have fallen, while the bitter willow leaves have not yet fallen The leaves of the Chinese locust tree have fallen, while the leaves of the Chinese toom tree have not yet fallen The hibiscus leaves have fallen, and the bitter lotus leaves have not yet fallen The golden willow leaves have fallen, but the bitter leaves have not yet fallen The elderberry leaves have fallen, and the bitter hornbeam leaves have not yet fallen The leaves of the ginkgo and banyan trees are also about to fall off Their dense leaves begin to turn from green to yellow The leaves of Magnolia grandiflora and Acer henryi still want to hang high for a while At present, it is in a cyan purple color, holding onto the green of old times and refusing to let go The earliest winter snow is about to fall Shrubs and leaves of holly are both retaining chlorophyll Only my crooked sideburns and messy long hair Before the frost on the grass and the snow-white flowers in the clouds 2013 |Black cicada You have no possessions Only black It's okay to be a little darker Unfortunately, they live the longest among their peers It's nothing at all black Unfortunately, I also like to lie on the black tree trunk Black, blending into black Most people can't see you In those days in the countryside I used to be a skilled cicada catcher But I have never caught you before I've only heard your cry before Your call is also a bit dark A bit sharp and tragic Perhaps, in the mud crevices hidden in the dark You have been growing into an adult for too long The cicada clothes abandoned at the bottom of the tree In an instant, it changed from blue to black Nowadays, the black jungle of cities is getting higher and higher My face is becoming more and more like yours A sharp and mournful cry It must still come from your chest cavity But a round cicada hole But they no longer know where they are hiding Black cicada, when I meet you again My fair hair It has become a white torch 2014 |Little thing Little thing, little thing A worldly tale that cannot be seen at a glance Growing out of vegetation Picked from the treetops Bouncing and jumping all the way to the sunset In front of the scorching magma And I'm just a small pebble Accidentally immersing oneself in a glass of wine Singing about high mountains and flowing water I am reciting the compassion of my Buddha As if everything was like a floating cloud to me Actually, my heart yearns for the blue clouds and autumn water Hate a pillow of cold wind until dawn Just missing out on the blooming sunflowers Just don't know the plum blossom scout 2016 |Tachuan If we don't go to Tachuan again, the red leaves will wither away If we don't go to Tachuan again, the mountains will become dim The evening light floating on the skyline But your red lips from last year The autumn wind blowing through the pink walls and black tiles But the whispers of your past life If we don't go to Tachuan again, the mountains will become dim If we don't go to Tachuan again, the first snow will drift down But I always spend long summers Only then can I see your face But I always find myself in the scorching dusk Only then can I hear your footsteps If we don't go to Tachuan again, the first snow will drift down If you don't go to Tachuan again, the plum blossoms will bloom in full bloom 2016 |Salute Ouyang Xiu by the Enjiang River —& mdash; To the third son Starting from Yuzhang County, follow National Highway 105 Picking mulberry seeds all the way. Passing through Fengcheng, a hundred grasses and a thousand flowers pass through Qingjiang County Enter Luling County or Ji'an Prefecture. Linjiang Xianzhong The sound of rain awakens the Yan language. Run left again from Jishui Badu I have arrived at your hometown Yongfeng A magnificent and timeless temple of the Enjiang River Walking on the north bank of the Enjiang River. I met you a thousand years ago by chance You were young at that time. A hundred miles away, the winding and surging Gan River Downstream, the vast expanse of evening clouds extends to the great lake. Upstream Hometown Crying in the Requiem. And you have to sing and play the moon day and night A butterfly in love with a flower, unable to express the heartfelt feelings of Ruan Lang's return On a pilgrimage to Luoyang, I traveled a long way to become an official The setting sun is a handkerchief you tuck into your sleeve Drawn out is a tear, unfolded is a letter filled with words A letter raging in the rain and wind. That brother who lives in the mountains without sun and moon Reply saying that the bamboo basket in his peach blossom season In fact, it is also a Jinse. The person who saw the green vines in the countryside He never says his spring clothes are thin, just waiting for snow I came to the Enjiang River after the awakening of insects in Dingyou Before the Grain Rain. In your lyrics and music of He Chongtian and Chao Zhongcuo I saw you twice flashing through the Drunken Weng Pavilion. After seeing you demoted He was recalled to the capital and appointed as the Deputy Prime Minister. And your life I only wish wine to be a jade liquid, and lotus leaves to be a golden cup and jade vessel Regardless of whether there is a worry or a worry, the lanterns in the brocade sachet are bright or dark All the candidates who rushed to the Chongzheng Hall rushed to take the imperial examination Wearing a long shirt, wearing traditional Chinese clothing, and wearing a small crown. The color of Qingjin It perfectly highlights the new moon in the old courtyard In that new photo, there is Su Dongpo's great river flowing eastward and washed away by the waves There is a melody of Su Zhe singing against the bed in the rain at night. There is Zeng Gong's Singing willows in the south of the city. From then on, a generation of Wen Zhong wore flowers and held a toast to the east wind Enjiang never disappoints Linglong waves in vain. Just like how you ended up There is also no empty and empty Yingzhou, with vast waters and high winds But I'm different. It's a pleasure to meet you A clean and dusty saddle has been lifted up for twenty years What I never want to abandon or forget is still The plain clothes of the calamus and fox during the Dragon Boat Festival, and the plum blossoms by the post station Sing another song of Fisherman's Pride, and I will be leaving Enjiang Listen again, subtract the words Mulan Flower and Enjiang I will fall in love with you like the sand of a river in your memories This is my destiny, and it is also your clear and joyful pulse: May I drink a thousand cups of boundless passion Give you a stunning glance at the simple and magnificent poems of Ziwei! 2017 |Dingyou Mid Autumn Moon one Tonight's Moon It's a drop of clear tears splashed by a homesick person on the sky Tonight's Moon It is a white water egg left in the dream by the returnees Tonight's Moon It's a ripe and green hollow lotus seed from my hometown It's a pungent white pomelo A ball after peeling