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Zhang Mingxin Yongwu Poem (II)
About the Author
Zhang Mingxin is a native of Qihe County, Shandong Province. He is a member of the Chinese Poetry Society, the Shandong Poetry Society, and the Beijing Poetry Society. He is the winner of the first prize of the Second Chinese Poetry Award of Ding You's Good Poetry of the Foot Rong Cup, two sessions of Chinese Poetry Magazine, and the second session of Chinese Poetry. The poetry association won the "Hundred Poems and Hundred Leagues" award sponsored by the China Federation of Literature and Literature and the Ministry of Culture for two times.
Endowed with poplar trees
Independence is straight, and the world is deeply known.
The whole body is full of eyes, not necessarily the heart of the people.
month
Round like a bead slippery, lacking like a hunchback bend.
When the blue sky is on, the square is illuminated.
Winter clouds
The clean color increases the time, and the cold light is trillion years old.
The clouds are like a clever woman, cutting water to make flying flowers.
Aria clocks
Crushing the twelve weights of the border city, there is no obstacle to the ancient and modern tracks.
Hate wants to break the three swords, and cut off the years is this front.
Wild cranes
It inhabits wild trees and disappears from the flock, and the flowers fall in idle pools with green stripes.
The blue sky above his head was not far away, and he was still pregnant with the clouds of the sun.
Sigh
Comb off a fading white stem and pinch it on your fingers.
May I be reincarnated and grow again, so that I can go to the heads of others.
Endowment of white chrysanthemums
A thick frost fills the head, and the clouds are the true color of the moon.
When it blooms, it is not lamented that the year is late, and how many safflowers have not yet reached autumn.
See apricot blossoms falling
Flowers are like snowflakes under the slanting sun, but also like a dream of life.
I should ask myself in the hundredth year, how much incense has there been in the world?
Phalaenopsis orchid
But Zhuang Sheng Xiao dreamed? The branches are covered with wings.
Fang Zi cherishes the east wind, and does not fly frivolous butterflies.
Early March
The people of the Western Mountains leaned on the door and coveted the new jade.
Whoever girl picked the fairy laurel and broke a trace of the blue sky.
morning glory
The wonderful life color is also deep, and the front wall of the window is shaded.
Born low and high, it depends on the lingxiao to the heliocentric.
candle
For whom do you shed tears of affection? A heart is related to all sentient beings.
Do not complain about being snubbed in peacetime, and shine light on the night without electricity.
Straw flowers
Layer xiang high festival wild career, Yanguan Qunfang dares to boast.
It is difficult to move to the forest garden, only because the name and surname belong to the farmer.
Red Lotus
The light morning glow reflects the pond, and the lotus wind sways through the spleen.
The pavilion stem is covered with red buds, as if I dan heart to the sun.
North Park South Pool
A garden is light and a pool is thick, and only a few heavy warblers are separated.
Falling like a flying fairy open like a Buddha, wood hibiscus and water hibiscus.
Winter purple weed tree
Red and green delete the remaining energetic posture, Zheng Zheng stands in the cold.
I know that there is no mood here, and people appreciate flowers and I appreciate branches.
Wing Liu
There are eyebrows but no fat powder, and the non-flattering face is a thin waist.
Unbelievers came to see the dance, and yaf's camp was full of anger.
Living room lotus leaf fresco
The room is full of blue eyes, and the east wall is waterless and pavilion.
There are heart words on the clear leaves, not zhiyin who do not understand.
Enjoy the plums at the corner of the garden
The red beads are dotted with broken branches, and the pavilion is silently unknown.
The explanation of the flower must be early, and the bloom is the time to decline.
Early spring snow
Turn off the reading lamp and close the curtain window to rely on yourself.
The sky is flying jade, and the ground is not ice.
Downstairs makeup dry grass, forest moist old vines.
The plum blossoms should be more colorful, so they intend to make a bard.
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