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(i)
Maplewood dyed her daughter's makeup, and the moonlight was quiet and cold.
Inside the wall, the plantain green bamboo is old, and the sycamore is thin and the chrysanthemum is yellow.
(ii)
The wind destroyed the four fields and raised cold smoke, and the detainees did not sleep at night at the window.
Looking at the shadow of the cicadas in the Moon Palace, the tears on the two cheeks suddenly turned into ripples.
(iii)
The west wind is yellow, and the yanbeijia mountain is wounded alone.
The fallen leaves are poetry and I know my intentions, and I wish the king to keep his promise to return home early.
(iv)
Idle in front of the fence to admire the chrysanthemums, autumn with me a pot of tea.
Whoever cooked smoke in his house did not feel that the western sky was tilted.
(5)
The fishing boat sings the evening blue wave, and the geese fly by the clouds.
The fallen leaves must finally return to their hometowns, and the shallow smile in front of the roots is slight.
(6)
Cold mountains are like fire, not because of fire, and wood leaves are like flowers that can be compared to spring.
MoYe was draped in frost, and the west wind cut off the red scarf.
(vii)
The frost is full of wind and oblique, and the red leaf hidden house is a restaurant.
By asking the host if he stayed, the poem book was exchanged for a cup of tea.
(viii)
Autumn water slanting sun tired birds, lone sail broken geese green wave micro.
The red-robed long standing outside the river, did not see the King come and never returned.
(IX)
The flowers fall in the autumn, and the frost stains the maple forest and the moon is dark.
Whoever crosses the flat boat for thousands of miles, the silver light sprinkles a ship of worry.
(x)
Cloudy and sunny round lack of moon stay, who holds the ice wheel to look forward to the autumn.
Mo Dao Chang'e had few dust things, and the Toad Palace Shou Gui was confused.
(xi)
To enjoy the tranquility of the ice wheel, the wind destroys the fallen leaves and flows one after another.
Idle heart to wipe away the tears of acacia, a wisp of sadness to farewell to the old autumn.
(xii)
Selling wine crosses the boat to relieve worries, a pot of clear water drunk in autumn.
Invite the king to enjoy the building before the month, Qianli Chanjuan to Baitou.
Author/Xue Shentai
Introduction: A member of the Hwangdo Qingxi Poetry Society.
Recitation/Wang Yaoyao
Introduction: A member of the society whose home is in Huangdao Shangquan Recitation. A Chinese teacher in the West Coast New Area, likes to read and Hanfu, the book has its own sun, moon, mountains and rivers, but also dreams of poetry and far away.
Participated in the editing of this issue
Editor-in-Chief: Jing Qiu
Editor-in-charge: Wang Liming
Typography: Jiang Yunqing
Audio: Wang Xiaoyao
Published by: Jiang Yunqing
In Qingdao's West Coast New Area, a season of poetry has quietly arrived. There are mountains, there are seas, there are temples, there are customs, there is history. All the people of Qingxi New District who love this land and love life, Qingxi Poetry Society is waiting for you here to write a poem.
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