True satisfaction comes from within you, not from outside people and things.
The rivers on the plains are the bloodline of the plains They feed the grasses of the plains crops, trees, birds, animals, and fowls
By Mariana R Penn3 years ago in Poets
Ancient times. People don't go far Just after crossing Jingmen in the drizzle Lu You's donkey couldn't go any further
Wounded Peach Blossoms Blooming in Liang Ping's "Peach Blossom Robbery This is a good poem That peach blossom is full of tears
Sometimes accidentally A tooth hits your lip A cut A spurt of blood The pain is unbearable
Plants Those soft and fresh Are mercilessly eaten by herbivores Those that are good at defending themselves
By the lake, on the path A pair of holding hands For years, it seems Never let go They were holding one by the other
Here comes the father. on a penitent old horse. He came to say goodbye to me. He said that the incisors that had fallen out in the early years had been found in the vegetable patch.
The daisies in the drizzle, the wet steps I'm about to wave goodbye As a desperate wisp of smoke, far away from home
Trees know more. Whenever she goes to a strange place, it is always a certain tree is the first to become her faithful listener and gain her trust.
The sun is thick The peonies are fat Over the hillock, huddled swans dismissed by the sky I love pity beyond measure
In this world, there are farmers, artisans, horse herders travelers, and those who are skilled in divination, the hard-working merchants, and philosophers in solitude
Even though my heart agrees, my body Resists the bow that presses on The fire of God burns itself in vain And this Troy never fell
