Waves
| Multiple poems at a time |
浪淘沙Waves
浪淘沙
Jiang Chunlin
À virtual cloud pressure,
Yao Shan Qing lost.
Rain Fengxu some new.
Has been clear and bright all over,
Only a cold spell.
Huafa have no reason,
Moreover, residual flower?
Flying butterfly into the group.
Tomorrow Zhulou people Shuiqi,
Mo shutter to see.