Prose poems

yearn for

Tang Bai Juyi

Platinum for pine, you plant it first, I won't plant it.

Fortunately, the west wind is easy to rely on, and the night thief sounds.

Nanxuansong

Tang Libai

There is a lonely pine tree to the south of the window, with such dense branches and leaves. The breeze has been shaking its branches, and it has been so pleasant and pleasant all day.

The shadows of trees are covered with green moss, and the autumn clouds are dyed green. When can the branches and leaves grow to the sky outside and go straight to thousands of feet to be upright?