1, the ancient rhyme of Qingxian County
Such as the morning strings, the ancient rhyme is long. I am a walker who likes poetry and elegance. I walk between the years, savoring the misty scenery of the ancient road and pursuing the peace of mind.
2. The rain window rings lightly
Looking back suddenly, it was raining outside the window, like strings plucking heartstrings. I am a wanderer chasing the sound of rain, looking for the rhythm of ancient style and wandering in the poetic world.
3. Dreaming of returning to the boat
Crossing the ancient Qingshiqiao, I woke up in the breeze. I am a sea returnee immersed in an ancient dream, confused by earthly disturbances, and eager to describe the voyage of the soul with beautiful words.
The goose is leaving.
Lonely geese fly south in the sky. I am a wanderer looking for parting, wandering in the ancient rhyme time with a lonely attitude, writing poems in my heart.
5. Plain white paper
Simplicity, reposing the realm of the soul. I am a poet in white, standing in the traces left by years, depicting the gentleness of the soul with elegant words.
The above contents should be combined with the actual situation for reference only.