Ask for 200 points for Tibetan poetry.

Zhou Caizhan Gao Zhi,

The sea and the moon embrace the sky.

War turned into friendship,

I see that the world is flat.

Zui Dian Xin long

Drunk seaweed also squirms,

The spring scenery in Yunnan is cloudy and clear.

The heart is floating in the air,

Dragon caresses the wind in rivers and lakes.

Hold hands and agree.

Sailing in the wind, listening to the sound of the waves,

The canoe crossed the sea and bent over the ice peak.

The wind and rain are full of enthusiasm,

Concentric bearing history.

domestic happiness

Family is like a peach,

Hand over the guests in front of the court.

Luckily, I heard birds singing in my ear.

Bless the window and the sky speaks for itself.

wave

The green wind is warm and the spring is strong.

Prosperity is more common in the middle of the year.

Carry forward the wine and you will be happy.

It's time for talent and luck.

Laugh and go to the wilderness to find traces of chivalry.

Proud sword, liquor

The misty rain on the river gives birth to murderous look.

The bottom of the lake is blocked.

The rise of solitary nine-style wind and thunder

Hu Ling suddenly collapsed.

Soft hearts only walk with noble sentiments.

Qin Xiao in the sunset is far away.

Knowing that we were going to see a social drama,

My heart is full of respect, and my arms are consistent with it;

Love is as deep as Hein's talent,

People invite hotels to wear wide clothes;

Close the window on an icy day to prevent the wind from blowing in.

Green tea has no passion;

The jade pot is dripping with fog and sweat,

A clean quilt is spotless.

Before you turn around,

Like a distant face.

Maybe the prosperity will fade,

There are too many old things in the world of mortals,

An ancient Egyptian pyramid,

Carve hidden poems in your heart.

Deep in the elusive grave,

Are there any residual fallen flowers on the lake?

With doubts and sadness, I can only meditate,

Can the wish made by the meteor come true?

Inadvertently, I gradually got used to being a boat.

Along the river of memories, quietly spread behind.

I know those broken dreams have ended at your feet,

I also know that all this is just a beautiful lie under a bright smile.

But please believe that I am still on the other side of the sea, with no regrets.

Even if the tide rises and falls, I can see through yesterday and tomorrow.