What amazing poems have you written in the declining age of poetry?

How many songs have I written these days?

1 I was hurt quietly

A slightly open window by the water.

No one painted yellow on the mirror.

The lid of the rouge box

Leave half a flaw

Release the smell of capturing the soul.

The life we talked about.

On the chessboard

Don't budge a step/an inch

This endless chaos

It turned out to be wishful thinking

Have a big dream

Vast rivers and lakes have varied positions.

Our story is in The Legend of Teahouse.

In pairs.

Like knives and swords. Anyway.

I can only be on your stage

Favorite injury

Whose youth is endless?

I can't figure out the distance between us.

How many breaths does it take from lifting to stopping?

My posture is very comfortable in the Jianghu.

Your behavior makes people stay at a respectful distance from others.

There is news for you outside Gusu.

Your eyes are in the lingering misty rain

intermittently

I cut off the rainy season with the skill of life.

It's just that no matter how fast the knife is, it's no match

The sharpness of your eyes

The sunshine shed a ray of affection on the clouds.

* * * There are seven colors in my heart.

Broken all over the floor.

How many thoughts surge like the tide

Every midnight, depression becomes a disease.

You hold a sharp weapon called love.

The posture is perfect

My vacillating solar terms in spring

Bury the indomitable past

3 there is a gap between the rivers and lakes

I haven't painted for years.

Dust on the heart

Therefore, the laws handed down from ancient times have been cut beyond recognition by time.

Heroes hunt gracefully with red wine and flowers.

It's time to harvest.

The leek garden is tender and gratifying.

I have lost my mind for a long time.

Someone pregnant with a hidden weapon

Start entering the room

The meaning of budo is sealed in the strange tendons and eight veins.

Every day is desolate.

Give in to wolves

The rugged swordsman was knocked down by a copper coin.

From then on, I was ashamed to see plum blossoms in bloom, Yan Shanxue, and Yunniang weaving neon lights. Jinjiang hibiscus is gorgeous, Wuling peach blossom is hazy. One hundred thousand crimson pearls leave the Vatican Palace, and three thousand pink moths leave the Yaotai. The wind blows in the garden, and Sima lies drunk in Penglai. ?