"A Thousand Family Style" Hu Xiaoyan's five poems

About the Author

Hu Xiaoyan, a native of Taojiang, Hunan. Born in 1988. Net name Zi Xun, poetry lover.

Word selection

Su MuSha thinning the smoke

The willows are light and the smoke is light. Rain run plantains, frog drums across the pond noisy. A few places of sparse smoke, ten thousand acres of Qiongtian, and the spring light again. The night is deep, and the people are miserable. The fog soaked the clothes and did not hinder the silver toad. Mo Dao's red dust has few confidants, embraces the pipa, and sings well

Ching Ping Le

The moon clouds are discolored, and the mountains are not stained with frost. The wind is blowing and sinking. Half a life of regret, looking back on it is unbearable. Trivialities are easy to get, and laughter is difficult to survive today. A heart with Jun Chen. The fireworks in the human world are the most disturbing to people.

Gorimachi and 15th core

The wind stirred the bright moon to sift the branches, and the sound of clams trembled. A thousand wisps of smoke and dust turn into acacia. The music book was wrong, the good time was wrong, and the disciples complained to Qiu Jiang. From the knowledge of gathering and scattering, I am afraid to ask when to turn. If the dream is too vain, it is even more difficult to return to. Si Jun drank alone, the original heart was in a string, and the three life wishes were written.

Nian Nu Jiao Huaigu

The clouds are high and the clouds are light, looking at the long sky, only innocent. The surface of the water is first grinding, the wind is rising, and the lake is full of new blue. Ants gather on the edge of locusts, cicadas sing willow gaps, no less than the color of spring. Heaven on earth, look at the Jude brush. It is also planned to carry the wine floating, the rivers and lakes are wandering, and the feet are destroyed. Who is the one who is nostalgic? Stay a thousand years to find. The merit is in that year, the name is in the future generations, and it does not live up to the home and the country. Life is like a millet, is it really one of the vicissitudes of the sea?

Water tune song head Mid-Autumn Festival feeling sent

Give me three bottles of wine, and be drunk and drunk. I drank with the bright moon and looked after each other in the morning and evening. Borrow the spring breeze to lift the pen. Write all the floating and scattered. Don't take it seriously. There are thousands of knots, and red dust is also simulated. Poetry is lingering, words are compassionate, and endowed with text. Sitting alone, it is better to study ink and cultivate slowly. Heart to Taoyuan Hedge House, meaning cold village wilderness, drinking streams of qingfen. Can you go into hiding and send water and clouds to your neighbors?

A thousand poems

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