Cooking wine is not tired
Author | Li Rujian
First, the child's birthday is sent
Sun Ju Qiong pulp saluted my son, and my son's eyebrows showed arrogance.
The child was busy singing and singing, and the room was in a hurry to wipe the tears of joy.
The heart of the past has been received, and the future is dreamed of.
The rest of his life is scattered and leisurely, and the rhyme of the sea boat is not tired.
Second, make fun
It is said that cooking tea is the most healthy, and the onlookers liked a few comments.
Drinking wine can increase longevity, and Eryu chanting poetry can send affection.
There is no appointment to know the music is idle, and there is a reason to swing the pen and present the text.
Sweet then flew in, accompanied by my red dust.
Third, there is no snow on heavy snow days
There is no snow drifting in the order of the festival, and the cold branches are slightly trembling and empty.
Xia Fei is gorgeous in the east, and birds sing xinyi tree tops shake.
Sleeping stings hide in the cave house, and dry yellow weeds wait for the spring tide.
Mai Miao missed the new bed quilt, and the child sincerely prayed for the road bridge.
Fourth, idle in the city that never sleeps
(Flying Goose Grid)
Idle wandering in the city that never sleeps, once thinly replaced by a new life.
Lantern strings hang along the street, and the shops entertain customers.
The scenery is high and the music and dance are heard, and the soft feet are looking at the clouds.
Only pity did not come to dusk, a piece of scenery showed plain face.
Fifth, small gatherings have been sent
Sauerkraut fish fragrant wine special, because of the love brother big cup selling.
God chatted about Xiao Ju's calm heart, and Hai Kan was all drunk on the party.
The old things are left to the public's eyes, and the red dust has its own sweat and green cry.
I know the footprints of this day, and I will be idle to embroider and draw pictures in the future.
Sixth, the wind
The sound of dolphins enters the ears, and the dead leaves dance tired.
His face felt cold and dark, and the branches were thin and angry.
High and low intermittently playing joyful songs, north and south fluttering bitter people.
Rain and snow follow each other, calmly come and go in winter and spring.
Li Rujian, net name Bingqing Yurun, Shandong Linqu people. Poetry lover, member of the Chinese Poetry Society, member of the Shandong Old Cadre Poetry Society. There are many poems scattered in newspapers, magazines and micro-publication platforms, like literature, photography, travel and wine, especially like ancient poetry.