Selected poems| and look at the years are still old, a thousand glasses of wine but intoxicated

"Picking Mulberries and Spring Hate"

Text/Lee Ka Wing

Don't look back at the original non-dream, who advised the sun,

Nostalgic for the red window, indifferent flying flowers over the short wall.

The poem remembers the bleak things, and only then did I think about it,

But how many lines of hurt and tears were shed by the Iraqis?

"Full Of Fangs, Short Spring Supper"

Text/East Side

Drizzle like smoke, east wind microsoft, rose a shelf with incense.

Green branches and green leaves, young buds spit Out Yan Fang.

Mang thorns were discouraged, and I remembered that young man.

Strangers, back in the past, tearful eyes on the wind window.

The mountain forest smells the magpie language, the chai door is long hidden, and the mirror is groomed.

A song, affection can break people's intestines.

Bamboo horse green plum passed away, two sideburns white, where autumn frost.

Light and melancholy, the spring is short, and wandering alone.

Butterfly Loves Flowers

Text/Chen Zhengliang

Spring in April. Full of flowers, the most sad.

Stepping on the green mountains is red like tears, and Momozu is no longer empty and flowing.

Mordau is now frosted. So what is the joy of the old drifting zero?

And look at the years are still old, a thousand glasses of fine wine but intoxicated.

"A Pearl"

Career is like yesterday. A goose must be pitiful.

After years of not asking but leaving. Mountains and mountains, looking back at whose fault?

Lonely window bright moon west wind but. Thinking about the spring day is sad.

But stay in the clouds dream of the next year. Peach and plum blossoms, the sky is the crane.

"Spring Love After the Rain"

Text/Spring and Autumn

A spring rain feels new and cool, and the wheat field is green and prosperous.

The most is the breeze people drunk, cauliflower fragrant beans and flowers.

"Bu Operator Wuhan, Long Time No See"

Text/Shiqin

Purple swallow blue flip, yellow crane welcomes spring arrival.

The mountains and rivers are safe and look forward to the return of the king, and it is difficult to embrace each other.

The grass on the shore is green and the branches are delicate.

After the disaster, the rebirth is happy to meet, and the drunken words are only poetry.

"Spring Diary"

Wildland desert grass, rape flowers bloom willow leaves.

Rush to the spring to stay in the guest day, light smoke and rain reminiscences of the hometown.

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Japanese wind near the courtyard, drunk half push window.

Sing a clear and flat tune, attracting a pair of butterflies.

Dancing side by side, the rhythm seems to be helpful.

Indifferent to floating things, idle is a state.

"Ask the Heart"

Text/Zhang Jianping

In the spring, there is a pleasure to walk the mountains and rivers, and the sense of curiosity is fresh.

Half of the plum heart melts the light snow, and the long whistle breaks the clouds.

The thousand-year-old pillar is roaring through the wind, and the rivers and rivers are full of sea boats.

Entertaining Yue ping and chasing the endowment, life is everywhere?

Twilight Spring

The clouds reflect the blue sky, and the twilight spring is not the same as the four hours.

The cherry blossom petals fall like snow, and the peony in the garden is red.

"Seven Laws: The Journey of the Sick Orchid Creek"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

The moon is full of Lanxi, and the east wind is like a bath of night stars.

Sisters come and go, and children are free everywhere.

Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers with white hair, amorous father and old out of the tall building.

Hesitant to cross the sill outside the same way of water, arbitrary males are sent to the upper class.

"Seven Laws of Climbing Yang Mountain to Admire Peach Blossoms and Give Them to Others"

The mountaineering is full of wild peach blossoms, and the evening east wind is dusty.

Under the tree, the fragrant warblers whisper, and the branches are full of colorful butterflies.

Dan Qing had fallen into new ink, and the purple qi still seemed to be a distant god.

A reputation has gone thousands of miles, and the heavy book is ambitious to send a beautiful person.

"Seven Absolute Fields"

The field swallow knows the frost and does not hate the cold stream to find the moon yellow.

Like a peach apricot pet in spring, the young girl smiled and confused.

"Seven Absolute Scenes in the Rain"

The drizzle is half-open, and it is difficult to linger with the dense leaves.

The wind was blowing the red dress, only to remember the geese coming from the front.

"Seven Absolutes: Betsue Village"

The apricot rain in Jiangcun is cool, and the wind is chaotic and the water is busy.

Thinking of the family and the moon, stepping on the smoke and the dream fragrance.

Facing the sea, look for light with black eyes. Founded on November 16, 2015, the Poetry Club takes "giving voice to grassroots poets" as its mission and carries forward the "spirit of poetry" as its purpose, that is, the pursuit of the truth, goodness and beauty of poetry, the artistic innovation of poetry, and the spiritual pleasure of poetry. He has published a collection of poems co-authored by poets, "Spring Warm Blossoms of Reading Sleeping Poems" and "Grass Long Warblers Flying in Reading Sleeping Poems". The poets work tirelessly, the poetry club forges ahead, constantly innovates, recommends excellent poems, produces high-quality poetry collections, recites excellent works, recommends poets' works in various forms, lets more people read excellent works, appreciates poetry culture, we are on the move!