ML Gyokuyoshu Winter (December 2020)

At Reiwa Kasho, we exchange songs on ML (mailing list). We compose songs as we please, regardless of genre, such as poems about flowers, birds, wind and moon, or realistic songs from everyday life. You are free to join or withdraw, so please feel free to join.

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This month's top ten picks

There are people who live only by relying on me, and I live by the care of my body.
Above the clouds, at the beginning of spring, the snowflakes fall at the dawn of winter.
A winter mountain village filled with white snow that makes you think of yesterday.
The leaves of the four directions change into different colors as the leaves fall, the remnants of autumn.
Uranami of waka poems melting away, lured by the sky that flies by a hundred thousand birds.
The undergrowth of frost lingers in the wind, thinking of spring and dreaming of sleep.
As the year comes to an end, the treasure ship floats along in the snow
Even though I know it's dawn, the light of dawn escapes from the darkness of the deep evening.
At the end of winter, I find out where the wind is by listening to the rustling of leaves in the garden.
The bright colors and fumusashino moon that emerge from the grass fields in winter
When winter comes, the trees in Shigure Tsurumomiji no Sato are dyed in a strange wind-white color.

This month's poetry list

[Nijikakure Miezu]
The light-colored bridge is filled with scarecrows, drizzle, and a moving sky.
It's at the edge of the eaves where you can see the winter rainbow waiting for it to appear.
If you visit Okuyama where the rainbow is, you will find Nishiki Naruramu, which is home to five colors.
The seven divine light bridges are the bonds between the sky and the people of the earth.
Even if you remember it, it might even look like a new double rainbow candy.
The moon that rises above the eaves of the summer camellia with no trace left behind in the flower basket is the basket bean.
[It's finally December]
How many stars of frost rise and fall on my aunt's back, which grows smaller every year.
There are people who live only by relying on me, and I live by the care of my body.
Today too, I know the joy of being able to make the most of everyday life, which is too casual.
[Cat's sleep]
The sleeping breath of a cat, carving out the peace of a moment in a corner of this trembling world.
A floating boat of dreams whose ropes were undone by the weight of a sleeping cat.
Cat sleeps. Kitten eyes sleep. Cat cat child. Meow meow. Cat yawns.
[Midwinter Moon]
The midwinter moon, with its drum, humming through the heavens.
The sky and the earth are echoing in the night of the clear moon when the drum beats.
There are many leaves piled up on the ground, but there are only a few moons to look at.
[Caterpillar leaf]
If you put caterpillars in the garden, you won't be in trouble, and you'll have to get just a leaf or it'll be cold.
A child's caterpillar is a beauty who loves life when it's cold.
When the wind blows, Okitsu white waves tremble, as if the beads are ringing.
【nice to meet you】
If I follow the treetops that flash in the evening darkness, Maki's door will open just now.
I wonder if it's a winter evening when I'm happy to see Utahito's door when Maki opens his door.
If you push Maki's heart into the darkness, Shinonome will light up on the island.
If you leave the firewood in the dark, the next day will come.
The gatekeeper of my dreams sleeps at your wooden door in the evening darkness.
Avoid houses in the dark of night, and sneak into shops that order a lot of wildcats.
The moon shines in the evening, and the shadow that stands in the gate's lamp lights me up.
Even if I draw water from it, the fountain never runs out.
In the dark of night, the person who goes to Maki's door visits Fumichi, and the place is Nishiki Naruramu.
I look at the evening moon again with you who I miss, and I get drunk at the winter spring.
[Koi Kiyuka]
This night, the night that I stand incessantly, the night is endless.
The hot night of the outline will forever be the star of heaven that I wish for.
[Tachibana Hajime Kibamu]
The light that came from the land of eternity in ancient times illuminates this world of sadness and darkness.
Yume of Tsukitachibana in the lantern ceremony cup that lights the Manyo prayer
If you think about the person who told Tachibana's old tales,
[Sakufu blowing leaves]
In the words of people and the writings of Izuko and the heavens that fly
A running boy's laughter The whirlwind blows and the leaves of the trees dance
The response to the drying of trees that blows in winter is the pine wind that comes from the hearth.
I wonder if there is a world where we can meet each other even if there are as many sands as there are in the nine heavens.
When I suddenly turn around to Matsukaze, you are there in the dusk at dusk.
Look up at the nine heavens here and look at the nine earth, go around, O stars of the nine heavens.
Even though I'm jealous, people are dying out. Even though I know it, the wind blows in the wind.
People who walk and miss the pine breeze and the rustling waves of Suma-no-ura.
Before the Ariake Moon Festival, many people cross the mountain of Kerinaba.
[Sleeping in the mountains]
The mountain sleeps peacefully and waits until the first hint of spring appears in this dark world.
If I have a younger sister in Mt. Inetematsuyama, Tatsuya of Kagirohi will fall again in the spring.
The mountains are laughing, the mountains are arrogant, the mountains are lonely, and there's a lot going on, so it's time to sleep.
[Kure Daruma]
The Red Daruma's Red Daruma's eyes are filled with ink, and now the year is over.
Daruma, if you fall down and cry, put ink in your eyes and you'll laugh. If you fall down, you'll get back up.
Even Daruma Daruma sees his face dripping with ink at the end of the year.
If a child walks and Daruma falls, there will be many good fortunes that will last forever.
Everything is a dream in the sky, and without a song, I can't move my hands or feet.
[Tachibana Dream]
Opening the door to the time axis Kagu tree fruit Tachibana's dream Flowing through time
[Everyone at Wakadokoro]
Floating on the white lapis lazuli is a message from Yukiho Ichimatsu, and when I think about it,
The snow will fall in the village of Izumo, where Yakumo stands wondering when it will come again.
Above the clouds, at the beginning of spring, the snowflakes fall at the dawn of winter.
[Nakayama of Kibi]
Nakayama in Kibi, where the light clouds lift and the winter sky is clear
Today, Nakayama in Kibi is a sunny winter day.
[Rotten leaves]
The decaying leaves, bearing the traces of a distant place, fall over and over again.
People, the dirt you are stepping on now is yesterday's brocade, the end of color.
The brocade is now decaying and the soil is rotten, but with the passing of time, twin leaves sprout.
A winter mountain village filled with white snow that makes you think of yesterday.
The leaves of the four directions change into different colors as the leaves fall, the remnants of autumn.
I wonder if there's anything in the body that's hard to forgive at the end of the year when you're in trouble.
I can only hear the sound of the rotting berries under the clear autumn sky.
[Sorasamukufuyu becomes]
Cover the winter sky and draw us who mourn in our sleeves and pale ink.
The spring season unfolds its pure white skirts and colors the mountains and colors.
The sky is closed, the grass and my heart are frozen, and I feel empty in the winter mountain village.
The sky closes and the grass and heart freeze, but eventually it clears up and the dawn of spring
On a winter morning, my breath is white and clear, and the sun that rises in the morning is frosty and dazzling.
On a winter morning, I hear a bird chirping and a goose flies over, and the winter sky is clear.
The dawn that can be seen through the winter darkness is the beginning of a new song.
Hayama sea waves scattering gold from between the clouds that block the winter sky
The dawn of a song is discovered through the cracks of the darkness as we walk hand in hand into the winter sky.
The dawn of winter burnishes the ice that illuminates the depths of my dark heart.
The first snow in the vine garden leaves a mark on both new and old friends.
Uranami of waka poems melting away, lured by the sky that flies by a hundred thousand birds.
The fields that I can barely see, the sounds of the morning, the shadows are endless.
The undergrowth of frost lingers in the wind, thinking of spring and dreaming of sleep.
The sky is snowy and the clouds are trembling, but there is a bit of spring in Waka no Urakaze.
[Snowy Ryogoku Bridge]
It's the end of the year, but we're still waiting for the treasure ship. This year, it's my dream to shoot an arrow.
The song of the waves at the end of the year as the treasure ship sails through a heartwarming dream.
As the year comes to an end, the treasure ship floats along in the snow
Waiting for the wind on the treasure ship Treasure ship At the end of the year, the tide partes the flow
In the dream of the treasure ship, the fan flashes, and the fan jumps and releases hail.
Kuranosuke's 9cm and 50cm pieces are a keepsake, and the sword contains his regrets.
A country samurai who knows that if he hides, he will become hidden, but he has no choice but to do it.
Setsugetsu Hanata wo yo yo yume sung song
Sharpen your great sword, abandon your country, abandon your heart, Ako samurai
[Winter solstice]
Even though I know it's dawn, the light of dawn escapes from the darkness of the deep evening.
[Kumaananikomoru/Salmon fish school]
Inside the anagura where you can only snort in your dreams when you find spring flowers.
The night when a caged bear lies down under the cozy kotatsu and sleeps.
There is a village on top of the towering rock, and the water of sound that was born flows.
The fish won't return home to hear the color of the sky and the scent of the turbulent sound water.
A souvenir bear holding a salmon in Ezochi Listen to the sound of a mountain stream
[Poinsettia]
In winter, I start to miss people, but I yearn for the color of poinsettias.
The color and red of the grass and the trees are shining under the fir trees at the foot of Mt.
A path of red flowers where a red nose walks with a bell ringing in the snowy sky
[Nothing of nothing]
Everything is nothing, and I wonder how much it is, giving me the passing of flying flowers and falling leaves.
Seeing the shadow of the changing heart, we learn about the impermanence of things.
The end of the enlightenment that piles up dust on the way to the path is nothing.
The falling of flowers should be thought of as a sign of the world, and the passing of the seasons is a sign of impermanence.
[Hotsugomori is approaching]
There are no days left, and the days of wabiness are endless.
I'm counting my fingers and feeling excited as I look forward to turning a new age.
The number of jobs I can do is endless.
When it comes to snowy days, it's great to sing a song to count.
No matter how many more years I get older, I will continue to improve my wisdom and live a refreshing life.
[Notsukerekusa Shozu]
The arrow of love is shot to tear down the curtain of darkness of Nubatama.
I'll take a little bit of the sun's power. I wonder if the steam is already floating in the air.
When the curtain falls on Mubatama, I wonder if spring will arrive in the familiar grass
When the sun rises, the sticky steam disappears and the yuzu food stops.
I wonder if I can catch the golden light floating in the steam and loosen up my age-heavy body.
I spend the day putting my worries aside and looking forward to the end of the year.
I'm getting old due to depression, depression, and paralysis, but I'm waiting for the mediocre days.
[Heaven's sky]
The leaves tend to turn yellow, but someday the sky will be clear and the distant spring will return again.
Is it the Izumi River that flows with the scent of tea and the voice of the Dharma?
[The road to Tsuhi]
Even when I look at the flowers, I can't see anything but the dreary spring.
As the time rises, you and the clouds that fill the mountains rise again.
I call you to the snow that is falling without a sound, but before I can shake it off, darkness is piling up.
I can hear the sound of bamboo falling down in a mountain village where no one comes to ask questions.
If you go deep into the mountain without a calendar, you will forget the time in the blue sky.
The wind dwells in the bamboo grove that protects the soles of the mausoleum.
Don't let the snow overwhelm you. Even the bamboo trees will have flowers, and the sun and moon will shade you.
Come on, come on, it's a world without folds, the fountain of the Plaza of the 50's and 7's
[Late winter]
At the end of winter, I find out where the wind is by listening to the rustling of leaves in the garden.
The white snow of the still-kissed tuff flowers blows on the dead winter branches.
I hear the sound of rustling leaves, and my heart is clear as I wait for the arrival.
[From Kibi no Sato]
The wind wraps itself around the deep woodlands of Kibi, and the gods pass by.
If you look far away at the historical site of water raiding, you can feel the wind of Lord Muneharu's thoughts.
The wind that divides the world will give its way to Izukko, and there will be only those who will remain in the pine shadow.
The name of Shimizu can be heard flowing through the moss of Takamatsu.
As the mountain wind blows in Kibi, both snakes and gods turn around.
As time passes, the pine wind of Kibi blows, and the world of the serpent rises.
Is it the dark moon that blows from the land of sunny skies?
The name of the castle that includes Takamatsu and Matsuyama makes me think that it is Kibi no Sato.
Ah, how in the olden days they blew up their glasses and turned Kibi into a village of swords.
The aftermath of the battle to Inishi can only be found in the mossy monument.
If the tama-no-o is inherited, it is also possible to fold it out, or the stone of Kibi.
If I carve it on a monument and look at the trace, I wonder if I will cry out to the world that existed.
Miyajima, where you can reminisce about your trip to Aki, where Miyajima will move forward and move forward.
When the black wren of Maganefu Kibi cries, my beloved sleeves get wet.
The bright colors and fumusashino moon that emerge from the grass fields in winter
[Tennoji five-storied pagoda ruins]
At the end of autumn, there is no one to brush away the leaves, and no one knows what remains of the dew.
A storm blows over the remnants of the dew, and I'm alone, sweeping away the leaves of the trees.
When the sun sets at the west gate, in the twilight, I meet someone
If you walk around in a crowded place, you'll see the sleeves and decay in the leaves of the trees.
You should see the brocade of the maple trees under the fragrant trees.
When winter comes, the trees in Shigure Tsurumomiji no Sato are dyed in a strange wind-white color.
[Late moon]
If you can get along with Tsugomori, it will be a happy new year.
Akebono waits while looking up at the clear moon as if nothing has happened.
If you don't know where Mubatama is, you'll be happy, Shiratama Zenya.
If you want to look into the mellowness of the ball with a spoon, take a long break like the rising sun.
[Sawashika no Otsuru]
A branchless deer that disappears into the mountains once again at the end of the year and winter.
I think I'll take a break after dropping off the 9-year-old horn that I returned from my trip to the other side.

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