Sun Haijiang s poems, Sun Haijiang s poetry masterpieces

Autumn Night Books] Xihe.

The autumn insects have been fighting for a long time, and listen carefully to what the willow pond frog says.

Why do you need to be drunk when you meet in life, a round of clear moon is better than wine.

Listen to the rain on a spring night] Xihe.

In the rain, people stopped spring, and the thunder frogs began to cry at night.

I want to see the branches like flowers, and listen to the rain through the window and look forward to the new sunshine.

Wounded Spring] Nozomi and Harmony.

In vain, before the spring of sorrow, he went to a foreign country to be a soldier.

Thousands of days of sorrow are accompanied by snow, and thousands of miles of wild sand blow the north wind.

Who did not complain to the moon, there were tears and weeping tonight.

The wanderer returns to his hometown every night, and the mountains are high and the water is deep and it is difficult to stop the soul.

Words and poems] Xihe.

Mo Dao has a bumpy future, and he has no ambition in life.

Everyone says that it is difficult for them, but it is easy to pity the world.

Success or failure is up to me, not by heaven, and there is no need to give up temporary gains and losses.

But with faith as strong as iron, small ants can still become great things.

Words and poems] Xihe.

In vain, sadness is always spring, and he is sick in a foreign country.

The snow melts and the grass is the first to see, and the old trees are leafless and spiritual.

If you don't believe that there is no way forward, you are desperate to gamble.

It's never too late to work hard, not to mention being young at the moment.

Words and poems] Xihe.

There is no divine blessing for doing good, and it is difficult to be happy to believe in Buddha if you do evil.

All things come from the same family, and fraternity does not need to ask about blood.

Share the infinite beauty of the world and spread love to the world.

But to make all living beings happy, it is better for one person in the world to be difficult.

Words and poems] Xihe.

Hate was born thousands of years ago, and admired the full moon with Li Bai.

Wang Meng Gaocen said the same thing, and the eight immortals laughed and talked together.

The breeze blows the moon and the sky will dawn, and they will help each other to go to sleep on the mountain.

But to make life more confidants, what a pity to exchange the golden turtle for wine money.

Part-time job] Xihe.

Autumn is deep in Shanghai alone, and the world is a false dream.

The autumn rain is cold in other places, and the new disease is even more painful.

Xiaomeng had no trace of his home, and the high-rise building looked forward to returning to his eyes.

But there is a line in life, who wants to grow into the part-time job.

Homesickness] Xihe.

Autumn is deep in Shanghai alone, and the world is a false dream.

The autumn rain is cold in other places, and the new disease is even more painful.

Xiaomeng had no trace of his home, and the high-rise building looked forward to returning to his eyes.

But there is a line in life, who wants to grow into the part-time job.

Send comrades-in-arms] Xihe.

Reminiscing about the past, he retired from the army and returned home, and sent his friends with tears in his eyes.

The snow was affectionate and the wind cried, and the green mountains were speechless and seemed to swallow their voices.

On this day, he was afraid of being far away, and he did not expect to meet each other in the new year.

It is rare to be a brother in life, and love is especially true when you leave.

Jiangnan Spring] Xihe.

The cold in Shencheng in March has not disappeared, and the branches and leaves of the willow are delicate.

The birds and birds are singing at the end of the sun, and the bees and butterflies are floating before the flowers arrive.

How can there be a spring that does not return, don't throw away the tears and flowers.

When we meet, we talk softly, and the moon in the south of the river is quiet.

Gift to friends] Xihe.

Heaven never asks for affection, and there are tears when parting.

Knowing that the end of the world is not far away, a blessing for a lifetime.

Reminiscing about the past night tour of Fengxi Road, the moonlight is like a dream and a few fireflies.

It seems that after a thousand years of this scene, the same laughter and threesome.

Part-time job] Xihe.

Autumn is deep in Shanghai alone, and the world is a false dream.

The autumn rain is cold in other places, and the new disease is even more painful.

Xiaomeng had no trace of his home, and the high-rise building looked forward to returning to his eyes.

But there is a line in life, who wants to grow into the part-time job.

Xihe: A native of Guannan County, Jiangsu, formerly known as Sun Haijiang, a poet born in the 80s, he has been engaged in poetry creation for ten years, and has written more than 100 poems, including the poetry collection "Part-time Work", "Words and Poetry", "From the Army", "Riding the Wind" and "Breaking the Waves". The famous sentence has "How much do ancient couples know, how much love is white."

But with faith as strong as iron, small ants can still become great things. But there is a line in life, who wants to grow into the part-time job.

From the military line] Nozomi and .

In vain, sorrow is always spring, and he goes to a foreign country alone to be a soldier.

Thousands of days of sorrow are accompanied by snow, and thousands of miles of wild sand blow the north wind.

Who did not complain to the moon, there were tears and weeping tonight.

The wanderer returns to his hometown every night, and the mountains are high and the water is deep and it is difficult to stop the soul.

Sun Haihong's representative works include:

Part-time job] Xihe.

Autumn is deep in Shanghai alone, and the world is a false dream.

The autumn rain is cold in other places, and the new disease is even more painful.

Xiaomeng had no trace of his home, and the high-rise building looked forward to returning to his eyes.

But there is a line in life, who wants to grow into the part-time job.

Words and poems] Xihe.

In vain, sadness is always spring, and he is sick in a foreign country.

The snow melts and the grass is the first to see, and the old trees are leafless and spiritual.

If you don't believe that there is no way forward, you are desperate to gamble.

It's never too late to work hard, not to mention being young at the moment.

Part-time job] Xihe.

Autumn is deep in Shanghai alone, and the world is a false dream.

The autumn rain is cold in other places, and the new disease is even more painful.

Xiaomeng had no trace of his home, and the high-rise building looked forward to returning to his eyes.

Life is celebrated, but there is a line for the reputation of doing it, who wants to grow into the part-time job.

Words and poems] Xihe.

In vain, sadness is always spring, and he is sick in a foreign country.

The snow melts and the grass is the first to see, and the old trees are leafless and coarse.

If you don't believe that there is no way forward, you are desperate to gamble.

It's never too late to work hard, not to mention being young at the moment.