Selected poems| lift wine without sighing, life has been accompanied by ups and downs since ancient times

"Butterfly Love Flower, Wine in the Immortal"

Text/Chen Zhengliang

Twilight rejoices and drinks together. A thousand cups of drinking, there is no need to know the sound.

After the wind and rain on the head of the building alone, judas Mingyue zun in front of the bucket.

Purple mo red dust poor also keep. But sending an orphan standard, wanting to decay with the clouds.

Dreaming of Penglai rogues, the immortals laughed at me like an urn.

"Eyes Beautiful, Lotus Flowers of Pinghu Lake"

Text/East Side

The wind crossed the flat lake and the lotus blossomed. Incense attracts butterfly bees.

Full of water, singing frogs playing carp, reeds smoking moss.

The sound of the whistle is also broken and thin, and it is even more mournful.

Pacing in front of the window, back to the mind, the feelings of the past.

"Ziwei Yin"

Text/Spring and Autumn

The flowers are fragrant, and the feathers and leaves are flying and growing.

Today's flowers are still old, and the ziwei flowers remember the ziwei lang.

"Partridge Sky, Flowing Water Still Years"

Text/Lee Ka Wing

The flowing water is still years old, and the night is leaning on the jade wheel lonely.

A hundred flowers and zeros add to the sense of sadness, and nothing is corrupt.

Hurt drunk, annoyed. It takes a lot of effort to dispel sorrow and hatred.

Tianya Mobu returned to the matter, and his livelihood was rushing and breathless.

The Seven Absolutes. Nanshan Old Confession

Text/Ronin

Shangba Youxuan gathered his old friends, and smiled sweetly on the top of his eyebrows.

The wine patrol several times a thousand cups less, happy to put the worries behind.

"Golden Mountain Summer Snow"

After the snow of the Golden Mountains, the summer wind is cold, and He Endures the pedestrians' clothes and pants.

Borrowing the pear blossom should fall wrong, the spring flower loves the green cloud crown.

Butterfly Loves Flowers

When exactly will Spring Return? The old meet, happy to see at the end of the world.

There is no need to sigh when lifting wine, life has been ups and downs since ancient times.

And it is said that the flowers should be drunk to see. Drunken eyes are confused, and there is no style judgment.

After waking up, even though they are scattered, jun must remember the Loutou Yan.

Butterflies often come in pairs. Not a Mandarin Duck, but a Mandarin Duck.

The dancing branches are infinite, and the amorous ones live up to the spring breeze.

I can't help but be envious. Send to tianya together, hand in hand with tianya.

There should be concentricity such as unity, towards the twilight into a continuous reason.

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Text/North Sheep

Jianju is comfortable in the downtown area, often accompanied by books and brain self-purification.

Occasionally, there are uneven poems for comfort, so why go to the temple to practice.

"Bu Operator"

Shadow a branch of spring, smile at the cold window moon.

How many people do you know with affection? Exhaustion of the flowers.

The wind and snow send a lonely label, and do not think about the dust.

The twelfth floor head leaned over the railing and said to Lin Gong again.

"Minus Magnolia * Horizontal Boat Night Berth"

Text/Shiqin

The rivers and lakes are sinister, and the fame of the people is out of the game.

Take stock of your life, the wind sweeps the light boat fishing moon qing.

The boat is moored at night, inviting guests to cook tea and suspect that the wine is turbid.

Flashing fishing lights, suspected to be fish driving water stars.

"Minus Magnolia * Tea Tasting"

The first taste of bitterness, gradually feel the hardships of the world.

The aftertaste is long, and the vicissitudes of a thousand wisps are hidden.

The remaining sweet rhyme, the cup is hidden and confident.

The qing fan is pervasive, and the dust of the past turns into smoke.

《Minus Magnolia * Komura Ferry"

Where the old garden is, the returnees reunite on the river.

Old friends help each other, and good wine is sold to fight a pot.

Greedy cup drunk step, yellow dog who led the house to go.

Idle in the mountains, idle planting spring and autumn idle lotus hoe.

"Red Forest Near, Look at My Wild Pine Jun"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

Look at me wild pine jun, home Saikaku low.

Obsessed with self-satisfaction, drunken and happy.

The appreciative party comes to compete in the show, and the fun is not to compete.

Cold window new green high branches. Three glasses of wine fly.

Dreaming around the wind, chanting in peacetime.

Plum Blossom Proud Snow, Who with Addiction in the Millennium?

Laughing at the lonely rivers and lakes, Lan Zhou listens to the rain, and the book is the most HaoJiezi.

"Seven Laws of Poetry and Sound Rainforest"

Juncai pen pen power spiritual reward, wine strong poetry singing Kyushu.

Rhymes with true feelings, and the gods pass on the bones and old waves to turn back.

Jiangnan should be surrounded by pine flowers, and the volume is high in the waterfall water rest.

Gui wrote Ling Yun Mei Xuezhi, when the song Jin Zhu Ren Wind Flow.

"Pai Lu Murayama Walk"

The village mountains are green and the four seas are dewy.

The water flows far away from the river, and the clouds fly with the leaves.

Tea smoke remote sleeves, bamboo rain half buried clothes.

North Ridge sleeping gull degree, East Building looking forward to the return of the goose.

On the yang whip river, the ancient pity is oblique.

"Five Laws of Shu You"

Shu Road dangerous travel, long wind willow spike soft.

Pure madness is proud of bones, and wild and wide is poor.

The tea horse is bitter, and the pine fence is shy.

Bashan clouds and rain are drunk, whistling and leading the great river.

The Five Laws of Shu Xing

Who's flat under your feet? Heaven for far.

Wounded Spring holds the Road, not dead to avoid the wind.

The blue blood heart is the guest, and the ghost bones are intercessive.

I know that the landscape is wide, but I see a light body.

"Seven Absolutes , Title Ziyang City Lujia Green Pepper • Two Songs"

(i)

There is still spring in the Yan Lonely Mountain Line, and the green shirt Hua hair teases Xiang Yun.

The long song laughs and laughs, and the dream is in the branches.

(ii)

Hands caress green silk Furuntian, broad-minded and sunny.

Qunfang smiled proudly at the flower shadow, and was happy to be a fairy.

"Seven Absolutes: The Rainforest for Poets"

New wind and wine borrow talents, rely on jade poetry like a teenager.

There is about the passage of time, swinging the Prancing Horse towards the edge of the clouds.

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!