The cold winter is deep and the years are getting older. Facing a lonely lamp, I listen to the whistling wind outside the window, waiting for the snowflakes to wash the sky, and also wash the heart that is stained with the world. Life is a tour, Zhuang Zhou dreams of butterflies,

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The cold winter is deep, and the years are getting older. Facing a lonely lamp, listening to the whistling of the wind outside the window, waiting for the snowflakes to wash the sky, and washing the heart that is stained with the world. Life is a tour, Zhuang Zhou dreams of butterflies, isn’t it the confusion and melancholy of each of us?

Cream tea is getting colder, the years are silent, the smoke rings lingering with their fingertips are dizzy layer by layer, the past is like the wind, and looking back is far away. At the end of 2021, will the heart of the dust settle down and are you still full of hope for the future?

We are all wanderers in the journey of life. We have spent our youth in running around and looking back, but we have inadvertently received unexpected gifts. 2021, everything is as plain as water, everything is worth passing through.

The cold winter is deep and the years are getting older. Facing a lonely lamp, I listen to the whistling wind outside the window, waiting for the snowflakes to wash the sky, and also wash the heart that is stained with the world. Life is a tour, Zhuang Zhou dreams of butterflies, - DayDayNews

△Monk Wang recommends good poems: Ten sets of poems, every word is moving

Today, Monk Wang continues to recommend good poems. These ten sets of poems describe life, feelings, subtle touches in life, and also describe the desolate years and the long poetic meaning. May your soul always be clear, calm and peaceful forever...

1. Zhai Zhenjun's poems: I like to use popular words to write through the various aspects of life. ‍

The cold winter is deep and the years are getting older. Facing a lonely lamp, I listen to the whistling wind outside the window, waiting for the snowflakes to wash the sky, and also wash the heart that is stained with the world. Life is a tour, Zhuang Zhou dreams of butterflies, - DayDayNews

△Monk Wang recommends good contemporary poems·Zhai Zhenjun

stock trading text/Zhai Zhenjun

miserable red cannot hide the green green, when will the spring beauties beauties?

I once laughed at Lu Sheng for having a dream, but I didn’t know that he was already a dreamer.

Talk about bamboo text/Zhai Zhenjun

Don’t say that you are humble and resilient. If you want to perform a great responsibility, you will depend on your responsibility.

On the south hillside, there is no one that becomes a pillar.

Grand Canal Text/Zhai Zhenjun

Why only praise the emperor's merits, how many souls have not been recorded?

The surging river flows through the ages, half red and half clear.

02. A poem about plum blossoms: Although the world is so sad and helpless, I still try my best to live my ordinary life with poetic meaning. ‍

The cold winter is deep and the years are getting older. Facing a lonely lamp, I listen to the whistling wind outside the window, waiting for the snowflakes to wash the sky, and also wash the heart that is stained with the world. Life is a tour, Zhuang Zhou dreams of butterflies, - DayDayNews

△Monk Wang recommends good contemporary poems · Yijian plum

Summer night thoughts Text/Yijian plum

The bright moon shocks the dream, and the wind sends the sound of cuckoos.

A glass of loneliness only increases the love of hometown.

Plum Blossom Text/Yijian plum

The river head has no owner and lonely blooms, and the cold fragrance of the stamens lets the snow come.

Fold a branch of red dyed white, and insert the jade bottle obliquely to wait for spring to come back.

The cold winter is deep and the years are getting older. Facing a lonely lamp, I listen to the whistling wind outside the window, waiting for the snowflakes to wash the sky, and also wash the heart that is stained with the world. Life is a tour, Zhuang Zhou dreams of butterflies, - DayDayNews

△Monk Wang recommends contemporary good poems

Missing the little grandson Text/Yijianmei

It is a thousand miles away, and I often think about the villain spirit.

Tasting tea is tasteless, and I remember it without any peace by the window.

html in front of the first floor, and the lights are bright under the moon.

We are together in our dreams, smiling and laughing in our hearts.

03. Reassuring Poetry: The mission of the poet is to fix fleeting beauty into eternity with artistic forms. ‍

The cold winter is deep and the years are getting older. Facing a lonely lamp, I listen to the whistling wind outside the window, waiting for the snowflakes to wash the sky, and also wash the heart that is stained with the world. Life is a tour, Zhuang Zhou dreams of butterflies, - DayDayNews

△Monk Wang recommends good contemporary poems·Sooth text

Incense window and evening sleeping text/Sooth text

The sea floor is lying flat and listens to the sound of waves, and the moon shines on the autumn zai newspaper in the evening sun.

Where can I blow the fragrance of the couch, and the cinnamon branches are horizontal outside the window.

Cihu Lightseeing text/happiness article

Chu land is flat and the lake is wide, and the autumn waves are connected in the sky.

The water is clear and the moon is clean, the mountains are green and white.

Crying cuckoo birds in the wild path, and the clouds are covered with smoke from the evening.

Jiangnan has many scenic spots, so you don’t need to pay for drunkenness.

Qingpingle•Summer Mountain Residence Ci/Text Text

On the Yiyunba, the setting sun is refreshing.

The sound of frogs in the Qiu Garden by the stream. The green leaves are waving.

Use the cool under the Bodhisattva tree. Smell the fragrance beside the lotus pond.

Everything is outside, and when I return, I lie on a pine bed.

04. Huazhi Chunfeng Poems: Poetry is to use beautiful and appropriate words to express the feelings of life. ‍

The cold winter is deep and the years are getting older. Facing a lonely lamp, I listen to the whistling wind outside the window, waiting for the snowflakes to wash the sky, and also wash the heart that is stained with the world. Life is a tour, Zhuang Zhou dreams of butterflies, - DayDayNews

△Monk Wang recommends a contemporary good poem · Huazhi Chunfu

Entering the plateau Text/Huazhi Chunfu

The mountain shape passes in an instant, and I see the fairy raft floating in the blue waves.

Don’t say that there are few fragrant trees around the cold side, there are many white clouds near the sky.

Sad autumn text/Huazhi is full of spring

Plateau is cold in August, and the solemn atmosphere is everywhere.

The elixir leaves are dyed with frost, and the faint flowers are deserted overnight.

The snow is light and the wilderness is quiet, the wind is fine and the clouds are full of.

After the wood falls year by year, the sadness of autumn is not over.

The cold winter is deep and the years are getting older. Facing a lonely lamp, I listen to the whistling wind outside the window, waiting for the snowflakes to wash the sky, and also wash the heart that is stained with the world. Life is a tour, Zhuang Zhou dreams of butterflies, - DayDayNews

△Monk Wang recommends good poems

Partridge Sky. Feelings of the Winter Snow Text/Huazhi Chunquan

The air conditioning rustled at the morning window, but the snow was rising by the railing.

When it comes to cold, I like to surround the fire. I should remember the distance when I sit alone.

People don’t go, I’m a few years old, where are you standing in Hengtang now?

Who can enjoy the ice flowers and jade trees together? I feel sad to face the fragrance of plum blossoms by the bottle.

05. The poems of Lanxin in the Gugu: Advocate nature and tranquility, write true feelings, express the spirit, and strive to be light and tasteful. ‍

The cold winter is deep and the years are getting older. Facing a lonely lamp, I listen to the whistling wind outside the window, waiting for the snowflakes to wash the sky, and also wash the heart that is stained with the world. Life is a tour, Zhuang Zhou dreams of butterflies, - DayDayNews

△Monk Wang recommends contemporary good poems·Yougu Lanxin

Life in the crack of the stone Text/Yougu Lanxin

No fight for a corner, I am born from the stone.

The branches are still green in the scorching sun, and the leaves are even more prosperous in the wind.

is fine and quiet, and is used to being alone.

But you know the true posture, why do you need to ask for your name?

Travel with everyone in the rain (New Rhyme) Text/Gully Lanxin

Ancient temple is surrounded by clouds and trees, and the peaks are filled with rain and mist.

The heart is warm and the Buddha's light, the ears are washed and the sound of the spring is cold and green.

is not Mincci is just having fun alone, it is just a gull and birds leisure together.

Rely on your mutual understanding and eliminate dust and worries, one way to go deeper and return to nature.

Appreciation Star flowers all over the sky Text/Gou Lanxin

Where can I find the red paper? I wandered a few times and chanted lightly.

Love passes from the wind to the flowers far away, and words spread to the stars and deep leaves.

Lost half of the curtain and dream of Wu Gorge, leaving an inch of Wuling's heart.

The moon is bright and the whole world is thousands of miles away, and I will talk about my lovesickness until now.

06. Yirongzhai’s main poem: Use appropriate language to express what you see and feel. ‍

The cold winter is deep and the years are getting older. Facing a lonely lamp, I listen to the whistling wind outside the window, waiting for the snowflakes to wash the sky, and also wash the heart that is stained with the world. Life is a tour, Zhuang Zhou dreams of butterflies, - DayDayNews

△Monster Wang recommends contemporary masterpieces·Yirongzhaizhu

Double Ninth Festival feelings Text/Yirongzhaizhu

Traveling by the end of the world, I miss my hometown in autumn

Climbing the tower for more dusk mist, and I get drunk and get drunk.

The clouds are separated by the lonely geese's shadow, and the wind blows the frost on the temples.

The slanting illumination of the mountain should be dyed with yellow chrysanthemums.

Farewell in autumn Text/Yirongzhaizhu

Driving to the ancient ferry, the sound of geese storm sweeping away the cold.

Flicking the face and the reeds are white, and the tears are clear when wet the clothes.

I am communicating with the chanting of Nanpu, and you walk with the clouds in the evening.

The lone sail is far away, and the west wind sends the passenger journey.

Dongli Lake View of the lotus text/Yirongzhaizhu

Dongli The lake is bright in summer, the lotus fragrance is ten miles short and long pavilion.

The boundless green covers thousands of curtains, and the red stars are endless.

likes Tsinghua first met, and traveled with the egrets almost gotten away.

ring-viewing is suspected to enter Penglai Island, and the lotus songs are just right in the depths.

07. Epiphany Poems: Every poem is an understanding of life and nature, and it is a trickle of feelings flowing in the heart. ‍

The cold winter is deep and the years are getting older. Facing a lonely lamp, I listen to the whistling wind outside the window, waiting for the snowflakes to wash the sky, and also wash the heart that is stained with the world. Life is a tour, Zhuang Zhou dreams of butterflies, - DayDayNews

△Monk Wang recommends contemporary masterpieces·Spiritual enlightenment

Autumn evening (Tongyun) Text/Spiritual enlightenment

The accumulated rain is clear, and the autumn is cool and the evening is sunny.

The empty forest is separated by the chaos, and the sound of the dew grass is dark.

Star hidden sparse branches cold, frost is deep and the night air is clear.

The breeze blows on your clothes, walking alone all the time.

Xin Chou Mid-Autumn Festival (Tongyun) Text/Sudden enlightenment

html January to relieve the pain of thoughts, so the teachings cannot be opened.

The west window is raining again, and my heart is full of chaos.

Xin Chou Cold Clothes Festival Eve (Tongyun) Text/Epiphany

In autumn, the moon is cold, and the leaves are covered with yellow leaves.

The lonely shadow of the geese is heartbreaking.

Ming Dynasty camp commemoration, and at night, facing the cold window.

The loving mother suddenly arrived, and she talked to each other for a long time.

08.99 Poems: The book is full of affection, and every time I go on a blind date and evening, I feel sad and happy. ‍

The cold winter is deep and the years are getting older. Facing a lonely lamp, I listen to the whistling wind outside the window, waiting for the snowflakes to wash the sky, and also wash the heart that is stained with the world. Life is a tour, Zhuang Zhou dreams of butterflies, - DayDayNews

△Monk Wang recommends good contemporary poems·99

Lingxiaohua Text/99

A river of mist and rain is halfway across the mountain, and the sky is shining and the stones are growing by the sky.

Red and green fat condenses jade dew, even if it is weak, it is still beautiful.

Early summer evening rain in the mountains (new rhyme) Text/99

Pearl and jade are bouncing the green tiles, and the three hundred strings are chirping.

When the pine wind is calm, the birds are pleasant to the empty mountains.

Banshan Residence (New Rhyme) Text/Jiujiu

White clouds are free to live in the mountain, and the green grass lingers around the short fence.

The fragrant leeks are pointed out from the wild garden, and the pear blossoms fall into the spring ridge.

The quiet water among the streams is far away, and the thin shadows of Hsinchu are low under the moon.

does not work for the ancestors to buy mountain hidden, and keep a simple mind just likes the tranquility.

09. Lavender Poem: How can you get the fragrance of plum blossoms without going through the cold? ‍

The cold winter is deep and the years are getting older. Facing a lonely lamp, I listen to the whistling wind outside the window, waiting for the snowflakes to wash the sky, and also wash the heart that is stained with the world. Life is a tour, Zhuang Zhou dreams of butterflies, - DayDayNews

△Monk Wang recommends contemporary masterpieces·Lavender

Autumn Thoughts Text/Lavender

The old tree in front of the door passes the jackdaw, and the west wind blows the fallen flowers.

The most important thing is that time cannot be kept, and quietly blow away the sand in your hands.

Poetry and Travel Life Text/Lavender

Poetry and books accompany me to live my life, and peaches become their own paths and do not catch a name.

If you ask where this heart is, a boat on the smoke and waves of the river is light.

Perseverance Text/Lavender

A touch of warm thoughts to this day, and chant in vain under the love tree.

The cool moonlight is like yesterday, sitting alone in the wind pavilion to sport the old piano.

10. Long whistling poem: You should be as ambitious as a child, and don’t talk about poverty and knowledge. ‍

The cold winter is deep and the years are getting older. Facing a lonely lamp, I listen to the whistling wind outside the window, waiting for the snowflakes to wash the sky, and also wash the heart that is stained with the world. Life is a tour, Zhuang Zhou dreams of butterflies, - DayDayNews

△Monk Wang recommends contemporary masterpiece·Yu Changxiao

Leisure drink in the mountain village Text/Yu Changxiao

Ten miles of clear streams are covered with green smoke, and wheat waves in the village are several cicadas.

In front of the wind, I was drunk under the flowers for a moment, and I lay down and watched the clouds of the west mountain.

Spring Rain Text/Yu Changxiao

Shut clouds dark and the sky is distant, and the drizzle moistens the plain.

The grass is green in the wind, and the mountain flowers are fresh with dew.

Clusters of peaks bring green mist, and the quiet stream sounds clear springs.

Strolling in the spring fragrance, the poetic heart is towards nature.

Sauvignon Blanc·Autumn View Text/Yu Changxiao

The mountains are leisurely, the water is leisurely, the geese are heard in the autumn, and leaning against the building alone by the wind.

Looking at Zhengzhou, looking at Yangzhou , disasters and epidemics are rampant, and all industries are resting, and the setting sun is full of sorrow.

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