Let’s try turning ancient poems into three-line verses
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Turning an ancient poem into a three-line verse is hilarious; come and give it a try. Online version: Plowing the fields at midday, sweat drops onto the soil beneath the crops. Who would have thought that the food on the plate could be poisonous? The sun sets behind the mountains; the Yellow River flows into the sea. To see a thousand miles afar, there must be mist. Purple smoke rises from the Rizhao Incense Burner; in the distance, the waterfall hangs over the river. The water plunges down three thousand feet – the A-share market.
Goose, goose, goose, it bends its neck to sing to the sky; its white feathers float on the green water, braised in sauce: lol
These are the only ancient poems I can remember, and you even changed them
The moon shines bright by the bed; two pairs of shoes lie on the floor. I raise my head to look at the moon, in a hurry
With a pot of wine among the flowers, I drink alone, with no companion. I raise my cup to invite the moonlight to join me—but there’s no dish to serve it with!
No birds fly over the thousand mountains; no traces of humans are to be seen along the myriad paths. An old man in a raincoat and hat is on a lone boat, searching for his spouse.
Up the cold mountain, the stone path winds steeply; where white clouds arise, there are homes. Parking to have sex in the maple forest at dusk, sneaky photo!
This post was last edited by slll611 on 2016-12-17 at 21:40: Beautiful ladies with curled eyelashes, sitting quietly with frownful brows. Only to see tear stains, wet, flowing.