Selected poems| moonrise rivers and lakes rain jealous plum, a thousand mountains and grass wild flowers urge

Rainy Night

Text/East Side

The rain gives rise to chills, and the wind is cold at night.

The bamboo forest is green and the pond is filled with lotus fragrance.

Smoke and fog outside the curtain, the shadow in front of the window reflects the wall.

Basho sings old songs and vomits after drinking.

"Like a Dream Order"

Text/Chen Zhengliang

The old dreams are gone like smoke, and the apricot shadow is quietly moontime.

The horizontal flute is silent, only Qinghui is like a complaint.

Frost stands, frost stands, loneliness remains the same.

"June 1st Nostalgia"

I remember my childhood again, and the past is like yesterday.

Climb trees and climb branches to play birds and finches, rowing water to pick lotuses.

Gyro dancing in the winter morning hall, embroidery fist playing on the side of the summer night.

Fun becomes an old dream, and songs are sung and drunk.

"Children's Fun"

At the beginning of the childish learning, it is difficult to shake his small hand and write.

Suddenly, they looked at each other angrily, blaming others for not understanding the canal.

"Seven Absolutes, Six One Senses"

Text/Deep Valley Youlan, Lin Er

The flowers of heaven are opened on campus, and the new seedlings of peach and plum are carefully planted.

The teacher is cautious and carefully cultivates the pillars.

"Remembering Qin'e, Hurting Parting"

The west wind is fierce. Three more dreams are broken.

The whistle is absolutely loud. Hazy moonlight, frost like snow.

Willow by the lake parted. Acacia resembles a butterfly in a flower.

Butterflies in flowers. Nanfei Hongyan, thinking like a.

"Jade Leak Delay Children's Day"

Text/Guangwei

There is nothing in front of the window, swallows in front of the eaves, lone willows in front of the court.

I think it is Qingming, and plant some melon beans.

There is no view of the South Mountain, under the evil soil, the roots are dead and decaying.

Stop. Wild fields and grasses, can leave poetry.

Spring comes and goes, waiting for the rain to dry out, and the tears are thin.

Twenty-one years, but the yellow sorghum is still the same.

Afraid that Lu Sheng would be shocked, he asked me and Lü Weng whether they were returning.

Will be drunk. What to do must be scratched.

"Lone Goose Sending Plum"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

Danxia Gyokuro is in good season. Turn Zhu Ge, String Moon Charming.

Fang Zi danced on qiongtai, and Mei accompanied the song for a long time.

Who's rouge? The green sky is falling, but there are a thousand meanings.

That year, a leaf flat boat sent. Half-disguised, why cry?

Hua Ming lantern dark and ambitious, Clear Scenery West Wind Confidant.

Lonely pines and lonely geese, sparse stars and dreams, all paid in red dust.

"Raining Bells, Fairy Wind Month by Month"

Fairy wind month by month. Look at the beauty of the good day, the miasma is ghostly.

The sound of the flute three lanes of what it means, smell the warblers happily, and hibiscus.

Xiang Sunset Glow, at first unprovoked worry?

Dreaming of the fallen, sighing and frightening waves, Yule carved a saddle and begged to the heavens.

After all, the heart is stupid, the most pitiful, and the hope is broken.

Who is bitter when the flowers fall into chaos? The courtyard is wide and the mirror is broken.

Thinking of my emptiness, sobering up tonight, but there is only a lack of people.

There is a way, looking back at the sad intestines, that consciousness and things?

"Waves and Sands, Sudden Rain And Fang Cong"

The torrential rain swept the bushes and failed the spring wind.

Wen Xiang Qi to mirror the middle of the stage. My heart was still full of sangmo road, and I looked sad.

The wine cup is still empty, drunk slow crimson.

At that time, the golden wisp was the same as Qing. Light moon hazy flowers full of sleeves, who can pass this path?

"Seven Laws , Miscellaneous Poems of gengzi nian , two poems "

(i)

Moonrise rivers and lakes rain jealous plums, thousands of mountains and grass wild flowers urge.

When people come to the Buddha's world, they first seek tranquility, and things go to the pot and the sky does not open.

We should hold the hometown heart to report the good news, and we must pity the sunset and accompany ourselves.

Love love wind blowing noodles, Purple Pavilion bottle incense drink a cup.

(ii)

The moonrise is jealous of the plum, and the thousand mountains and grasses are all kinds of urging.

When people come to the Buddha's realm, they are quiet, and things cannot be mourned when they go to the pot.

It should be ashamed that the hometown is full of good news, and it is better to have pity and tears.

Lovers may blow the wind, and Zi Ge moves the bottle to lean on.

"Seven Laws of Falling Leaves"

The leaves fall endlessly in vain, and the floating clouds are stacked to see Shao Nian.

Clear stream gargling stone period bright moon, evening light dinner Xia asked white lotus.

Mizusawa tidal dragon into the water, Tianmen letter early I ascended to heaven.

Jiangtou flood to people scrambling, after all, amorous is the ancient immortal.

"Seven Laws of Wind"

Dongfeng recognizes Ren Liu's love and cares everywhere like a guest.

The grass is soft and stringless listen to the stone path, and the cloud is low in rhyme to see the flower card.

Flying frost knots sit on the cold bamboo, and fallen leaves fill the hunger and cherish the ancient locust.

If the sky is affectionate, it is easy to grow old, and life can be a hundred years old.

"Seven Laws: Viewing Sycamore Flowers"

Ling Yun's independent roof is like Chang'e running to the moon.

Shore Willow covets a lot of things, and the village smoke does not feel wandering on its own.

Feng Zi looked forward to the proximity of the xia, and the sunset scenery was far away from the waves.

Before the three lives of people went to the face, with fang pan jade to report the juncai.

"Seven Absolute Hibiscus Out of the Water"

Hibiscus bath water a pool of incense, the color of the skirt full of dark aroma.

Quiet in the heart of the heart who promised to see, Han Zhu suddenly felt that someone was crazy.

"Seven Absolutes : A May Journey"

The cherry is ripe and forgets the sky, and the wild run sleeps lazily and slowly.

The green leaves are picked up during the period of dependence, and the purple swallows fly to accompany the people.

"Seven Absolute Gangnam Dreams"

Dream lock Qing Huan drowned the restaurant, scrambling to draw the sword to visit the end of the world.

Jiang Nan felt that the spirit was gone, willing to hold the ice heart to see the moon.

"Seven Wonders of Childlike Fun"

Qingxi heron bath led to Luo Xie, and the girl's incense ash smeared her face.

I smiled with the green shirt to see, who knows Huafa fishing for silk.

"Seven Laws of Mourning Mother-in-Law"

Things are not people crying, don't worry, smoke fly cranes think of the heart.

A thousand threads of brocade with a thousand lines of tears, a green mountain and a leaf in autumn.

The sun and the moon are poor and miserable, and the wind and waves are majestic and mourn the star building.

In the next life, he will still be a concubine in front of the eyebrows, and the bed rail in the house will be kept filial piety.

"Seven Laws and Rural Sounds"

Qi Ge Xiang regretted that he had not met, and liuxia stopped the water and served as the west and east.

Pear Blossom Ferry is drunk on credit, and the willow family is bathed in the evening wind.

A mirror of looseness is clear, and a thousand branches of loneliness are faint clouds.

Rural foresight has never been expensive, and the wandering soul is not afraid of poverty.

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!