Ten
One
month
poem
sound
second
winter
chant
bosom
laborious
ugly
reed
Ningdu Lotus Mountain
Zi Yue Heartbeat,
Yang Yang Qi Shu;
Sun-short star,
Starlight Out;
Revolutionize the old and take the new,
Born out of nowhere.
All the poets expressed the side of the moon, waited for the auspicious wind on the stage, sighed in their hearts, and gathered pearls into elegant collections.
Winter tour to the plum garden
Text/Luo Daowang
The winter rain is moistened with berry moss, and the cold plums of hundreds of trees are not opened.
The flower letter must always be in order, and if there is no ice and snow, it will not come lightly.
Looking at the reed flowers in winter has a feeling
Text/Zeng Ziteng
Who accompanies Lu Di to stand in the slanting sun, touch the excitement to see each other secretly hurt.
Mo Xiao's branches were suspected of snow, and the flowers sighed and turned into frost.
Ugly winter solstice night
Text/Yang Mingzhong
Four or five families were invited in the festival, and tangyuan was drunk in his life.
The laughter during the banquet was like spring warmth, and a clear glow shone on the face.
Nephew at the end of the year
Text/Golden Glow
Home in NingduKe Foshan, eight thousand miles away from the difficulty.
The city once again saw the peach charm, and when they met, they would drink wine.
Photography by Yan Fenling
Seven unique two songs
Text/Wen Xiaoyan
Climb the mountain with friends
The mountains wind their way through the road, greeting each other and sending roadside maples.
Leaning on the tsubaki to hear the herons listening to the waves, the infinite scenery comes into the eyes.
Note: Leaning on the tree to look far away, smelling the heron and listening to the waves are all the names of the attractions.
Rainy night feeling
The night was dark and rainy, and the clothes did not reach the window wind.
Who said a few words of shock, scattered into a sad dream.
Photography by Zeng Ziteng
There is a mail in winter
After the mountains are separated, the day is the return date.
The old courtyard flowers are withering, and the pond is grassy.
The video does not answer, and the mirror locks both eyebrows.
Spring to go red face old, broken intestines Ning do not know.
Winter solstice back to the village
Text/Yu Hongchen
Between the jagged columns of tile houses, a canal of streams babbling.
The afterscent of the hedge plum calyx is cold, and the pine buds on the ground are like dreams.
The path is long and heavy, and the shoulder strength is not hindered by the difficulties of the world.
The boy has the ambition to cherish the world, and he is not afraid of the three mountains in front of the door.
Straw Shoe Ridge
Gao Zhan's path did not end, and the horizontal peak turned right into Lin You.
Suddenly add steep ravines to Qianxun Green, idle sunset eyes sad.
A few degrees of wood sound spread on the sheng, whose car shadow over the mountain.
Straw shoes anecdotes from where to find, the avenue of life victory tour.
Lattice
Liexiu Zhengrong Dong Yuxin, has never seen idle people.
A pool of blue level in the mirror, a few rolls of clear clouds white like silver.
Such a township for the weather, know whose family is still spiritual.
The Three Immortals descended to heaven and earth, and there was a period of wind to distinguish between false and true.
Idle
Text/Peng Risheng
Idle walking is quite leisurely, full of mingxia with evening smoke.
Qianben Han pine is still depressed, and a stream of water trickles down.
Yun Shan imagines all paintings, and life should be simple and Zen.
The moon seems to be the old man coming to the appointment, and the gull can forget the year as a couple.
Winter solstice
Text/Rao Yong
The cycle of the festivals greets the willows, and the frost is unbearable to complain about the late spring.
The vitality has been penetrated to the mountain, and the yang is still peeking through the frozen soil.
Snowmaking begins to be beautiful, and the plum is awakened to add posture.
I hope that people will be unharmed, and if they do not come to the end of the day, sometimes.
Huangshan snow
Text/Qiu Keming
The frozen road is dangerous and there are few pedestrians, and the heavenly jealousy of the green dragon flashes jade scales.
The green trees sound old, and the qiong flowers spit out the flowers to become spring.
Who worries about the mountains covered in the clouds, and appreciates the dust in the snow on the branches.
Ququ Immortal Wind Fly Dao Bone, Matsuyama is not afraid of being poor so far.
Winter has a feeling
Text/Xie Xuelin
The winter solstice cold has not been expeditioned, and the early astringent body in the sac is difficult to win.
Idle a little sad, drunk and dim dream can not.
The opening volume is still smelling of the three realms, and the window is covered with ten thousand lights.
It will also haunt the bottom of the cup of the past, and it will lead to the poetry of the moon.
Winter Solstice Chant
Text/Su Wensheng
Shuo Qi arrogantly rolled snow smoke, and mountain cen fog locked wildfowl sleep.
All because of the twilight of the year to open the dream, there is a plum fragrance gushing into the river.
Alternating yin and yang by day and night, and the sun and moon on Kun Qian.
Clarify Yu Yu to see justice, and the medical saint hanging pot continues to escape.
Medical Saint: Eating dumplings on the winter solstice is said to commemorate the medical saint Zhang Zhongjing.
Butterfly Love Flower Wing Snow
Text/Rao Zhaoxuan
Rolling dark clouds and cold air, pieces of goose feathers, dancing in the air. White fog shrouded in confusion. Thousands of mountains and pear blossoms are hanging.
The generations of rioters are Er dialect, Liu Clan Zongyuan, the absolute pen lonely boat wrote. The chairman has been amazed by the ages, and the jade has been exquisitely carved and painted!
Fisherman's Pride Tiandu Road
Last night Huangshan gave birth to white rui. The Immortal Family breeds jade and is different from the world. Looking forward to the cliff Pine Kemei. Snap your fingers. A red sun flew up.
The heart is fearful in the air. The Tao is very Moral who can compare. There are several Dantaixia to the south. Senju. Heaven has no way to send feelings.
Cui Wei Feng Yun Editorial Department
Organizer: Ningdu Poetry Association Society
Gu Q: Ning Yonghong, Xie Fanyun, Liu Jianxiong, Luo Bing, Hu Bin, Wen Xiaolin
Editor-in-Chief: Xie Xuelin
Deputy Editor-in-Chief: Yang Mingzhong
Editor: Qiu Keming, Yu Hongchen
Reviewer of this issue: Luo Daowang
Editor: Wang Mingqin
Editorial Board: Peng Risheng, Luo Daowang, Wu Xiaojun, Yan Fenling, Hu Dongyun, Jin Jinhui, Zeng Ziteng, Deng Zhenming
Promotion: Li Rongkai, Su Wensheng
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