When will this stream run out? Spring is the source, spring is the source.
winter
The curled light smoke scattered across the sky, broadening the world with one hand.
Red leaves and yellow grass float with the wind, like goose feathers and heavy snow all over the sky.
Zanshui
Nami is clear and full of spring water, rippling as soft as dimples.
Beauty laughs for a thousand years, and clear water waves for a thousand years.
I have been looking for these poems by netizens for a long time, and they are not very good. I hope you can accept them!