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Youlan Jingya: Passionate about literature, travel, and music. Good at prose, new poetry, especially love ancient poetry, in 2016 into the "world of fine houses", under the shanghai no name Mr. Name.
New Year's Trial Pen (10 Songs of The Famous Master)
Happy new year
1
The mirror makeup is removed, and the wrinkles of the face gradually increase.
The railing man leans alone, and the eyes send Fei Peng.
2
Gradually go to the south flying geese, with the wind free to idle.
The green mountains and clouds are outside, and it seems to be stationed in the human world.
3
How much can a cold day be, and the east wind is suddenly full of notes.
The snow clears the dream, goodbye year after year.
4
The waves are adjusted to the water, and the guests on the river look back.
The short boat returned, and the sound was like Belan.
5
Should hate to find late, the spring breeze invited me to return.
Whoever greets the peach leaf ferry, afraid of rain staining clothes.
6
Shuo Qi fei frost and snow, pen head spring first.
Dongjunshu asked me who had mercy from now on.
7
Listen to the spring breeze, add makeup like plum.
It can be known that there is still a dark incense coming.
8
Undiminished flower temperament, lonely and red.
Ling Frost incense is inexhaustible, xiao li yue ming.
9
Several years of confidants, Wu Jiang knows Wolong.
God's intercourse should be long, and they should forget the spring and winter.
10
The sky is scattered, and the wind and snow are mixed.
Delicate red scarf, halal and cold.
The flowers and plants in my heart grow wildly. Just want to add a lip-moist dew to life, with a lingering fragrance...
1. The man
Thousands of volumes of books, pots of wine are not empty.
A childlike spirit, two sleeves fast wind.
2. Dream clearly
Hanging out of the window, hazy and suspicious.
In the dream of this evening, tea and common poetry.
3. Hope for homecoming
Strange on the climb for a long time, Qingqing can't bear to cut.
Last year, the wind did not arrive, and it was suspected that he came with Yan.
4. Night strings
One night with ice strings, the afterglow rings around your ears.
The child did not meet, and saw the moon round.
5. Play the piano
The strings are sent far away, and the poems are always late.
A song of guan shandu, yo-yo jun can know.
6. Monthly
The moon shadow is dry on the bar, and the dream of combing the window is even colder.
Who can comfort me, who will be at peace.
7. Piano tone
Breeze and bright moon night, alone on the Duanjia Bridge.
The hand strings are boring, and I can't hear the strings.
8. Idle groaning
Autumn leaks are full of city winds, and the mountains are burning red.
The crow took the maple leaf and could not bear to abandon the ditch.
9. Listen to the rain
The small window listened to the night rain, but thought about who was thick.
The cause of the past life is fixed, and the present life has a chance.
10. Hope
In a puff of smoke and rain, I look forward to the long flow of tears.
Acquaintances do not see each other, and they all look forward to whiteheads.
Words, transformed into long notes in life, are injected into the aging autumn sounds.......
1. Autumn
The furious wind swept on the shore, and the thick fog scattered the river.
A bird soars into the sky and flies high.
2. Hope for homecoming
Leaning on the building, looking at the formation, the wind rate patrolled in a row.
There is no way to send the word goose, and Tianya does not write people.
3. Night return
The tide sends the sun to the west, and the river wind arrives home late.
A ship full of autumn, the most afraid of pressing reeds.
4. Autumn language
A line returned to the wild goose, and the relatives were like poetry.
Speak to the whispers of the heart, send who a thousand kinds of feelings.
5. Autumn leaves
Old chrysanthemum standing frost, west wind combing geese row.
The autumn leaves are good, and the late autumn makeup is intentional.
6. Autumn night
Autumn insects are shallow and shallow, and the wind is quiet in the west of the small building.
Where the bamboo shadow swayed, the moonlight sneaked into the boudoir.
7. Autumn Hope
The autumn wind leaves, the fading grass sunset red.
The goose character is long and far away, in the twilight.
8. Autumn sound
Overnight the wind is fast, and the high sky is over the goose.
The road is far away from the dream, and the old man has not returned.
9. Autumn flowers
The westerly wind in the small garden is crisp, and the begonia flowers bloom again.
Even though the incense is pleasant, Hugh lets the butterfly come back.
10. Return of the geese
The vast road is far away, so that you can return to your dreams.
This harsh winter, because there is poetry, does not feel cold.
1. There is a mail
Meet on a snowy day, two sentences before the wind falls.
A long sigh, what year is this evening?
2. Ask Mei
At the beginning of the winter solstice, the plum blossoms did not bloom.
Hesitation is just around the corner, where is the spring color?
3. Guest
It is cold and the trees are frosted, and the lights are cool at night.
But the guests came, and the snow in the wind scattered.
4. Night groaning
The lights and windows are getting cold at night, and the flowers are shadowing the railings.
Bamboo who is a daughter, yo-yo bright moon remnant.
5. Snow in the middle
Tread snow across the creek bridge, and the willows on the shore are withered.
The pedestrians did not say a word, and the road was white.
6. Room plum
The snow gate is deeply closed, and the flowers bloom lightly.
The jagged lights moved and smelled two or three sounds.
7. Late plum
The small garden is square at night, and the frost and dew are accompanied by cold flowers.
Shadow shakes the moon, who is dressed in the right place?
8. Sorrow
Whoever the note was sent to, the snow was full of empty branches.
The wind swept cold and moved, and Xiao Shu also had sorrow.
9. Even snow
The town is cold, and the snow is full of winter.
Three days have been full of feet, and the vastness is even.
10. Cold night
Deeper silence, cold and cool.
The north wind of the garden tree moves, and the dream returns to where the hometown is.
The wind, sweeping away how many haunting thoughts, borrowed from the flat servant, condensed into a line of words.
1. Dream
Geng Geng's galaxy is faint, and some of the past is suspicious.
Owe someone tonight a dream, pay me back when I was a teenager.
2. Curtain rain
The cornice rain hangs a gossamer, intermittently with the wind.
Thousands of miles of hearts, zero and two indefinite.
3. Ask Mei
Dongge plum blossom thin, for who lonely open.
Xiang fei thousands of miles, not seeing and not returning.
4. Snowy night
In the middle of the night, the wind blew snow, and the curtains were low and cold in the church.
The hearth is warm and the heart is suddenly long.
The snow is flying silently, and the sky is a branch of spring.
In the cold winter of independence, it is far away from the dust.
The cold incense snow came up, higher than the moon.
Even if it is not spring, it is still warm.
Born not unique, how can snow be merciless?
Only for the incense is difficult for a long time, come to invite the month to comment carefully.
Diagonally in a corner, in the middle of a snowy hedge.
Xu is arrogant and arrogant, and only then can he teach the world to tolerate it.
Embrace the winter heart alone, hugh greed early into the spring.
Although there is a little snow together, it is better than chasing dust.
Huan Xi Sha (Group 10 Songs)
Who understands my shallowness, Gangnam, that is the direction of the dream. Come on, this spring?
Shallow singing and chanting for a total of four years, this heart is like a cocoon and more fists. Sunset day at the mouth of Wuyi Lane.
Dream Huan Jiangnan Yisheng Snow, Tea Desert North Stone Smoke. A lone goose poplar side.
The cold moon bends into the night, whose song sings through the window rail? The sound of the flute rhymes with the edge of the clouds.
Chu Tun Shu was ecstatic, and the sound of the whispering sound was murmuring. Mountains and rivers are connected to the heart everywhere.
One night the west wind is cool alone, such as the eyebrow crescent moon with longer, and the pen is written in a row by the window.
A few wisps of soft light sprinkled lightly, full of sorrow gradually collected, this evening still want to cook tea aroma.
The shadow fell in front of the window suspected to be a plum, shaking red and remembering the Lingnan branch. Once a dream galloped.
Purple qi comes from the east to spring color, and the breeze goes north to Longtouqi. Xiang Si reported the king's knowledge overnight.
If you want to write a golden note, you can't sleep, Chun Han alone cut the book lamp, and the small building people lean on the three more.
The Bright Moon Twenty Bridge has no companion, and the galaxy is thousands of miles to see the clouds. Relax in your dreams.
Shallow singing is not poetry, leaning on the song when the water and clouds are exhausted. YanRan laughed at my first stupidity.
The dream is still vaguely invited too white, the head back seems to meet the peace period, and now the heart is known?
Gusts of river wind passed through the small building. Fluttering willows are worrisome. Night came a light rain wet orchid boat.
The sound of birds on the stone is terrifying, and the waves in the water reflect the bright eyes. For whom is the piccolo for tonight?
8 fallen leaves
The sound of the wind passed by, and they fell into the woods. Fly a few birds to go to dead branches.
Shadow into the distant sky clouds lonely, the soul wears a drizzle dream yiyi. Look back and cry.
The little lotus pond is a few points red, and the sound of frogs is better than the silk tree. Qingfen overflowed with a breeze.
The moon is full of light, and the new word is a thousand cups of wine. Tonight people live in the clouds.
The Eight Laurel flowers are yellow again. The breeze is full of incense. The evening pavilion sits idly against the cool.
The sound frequency of the frogs on the pond comes out of the water, and the butterflies dream between the flowers. A string of fine moon reflects the eastern wall.
Huan Xi Sha (Group 2 Ten Songs)
All feelings are in a flower and a leaf, people and flowers are fragrant, know whose home.
11
Seeing the new lotus blooming in the stream, the frogs asked who was coming. The fragrance is fragrant.
The traces of the north building of the wine have not faded, and the flute sound of the south pu shadow is he. Tonight YunShui dreams and poems.
12
The deep valley forest trail slopes, the mango shoes and bamboo sticks visit whose homes, and the pine wind and birds are full of mountain flowers.
Stacked mountains and thousands of peaks tibetan ancient temples, flying springs and new shoots, boundless dreams around the end of the world.
13
The mountains are even blue in the sky, and the upper steps are accompanied by the king. The furry grass makes insects sound.
Listen to the clear springs and stone streams, and watch the sunset and the hidden clouds. Returning by the wind can meet the monks.
14
The geese also returned to the south and returned to autumn, and the arms of the half-life opened to whom. Find poems and arrange them.
The bright moon adds rhyme to the round, and the stars are a few points into the mind. Knock on the platform with the wind.
15
He also gave new words to be more exciting, and he was drunk and cut the lights red, and the bright moon shone in the breeze this evening.
The pursuit of profit and fame is limited, the fate is arbitrary, and the leisure is a thousand kinds of wine.
16
The flowing water gently crossed the head, and the clear waves sent lanzhou, a cold dew and an autumn body.
The wind makes the hair fall, the smoke is lost in the river, and the residual sun is speechless.
17
The detailed examination of the life has not been completed, silently throwing pen to the lamp, cold clothes invading the bone chamber like ice.
Looking at the cloud peaks with the fog, the jagged tree shadows follow the wind. The crescent moon shines on the sidewalk.
18
Mu Luo Xiao Xiao flew one goose after another, frequently frightening dreams and fearing that people would know. On the Moon Ming Bridge, there is a fool's errand.
Looking at the end of the world nostalgic rain, that time I first saw the fan inscription poem. Nowadays north and south and east and west.
19. Sit in Nanshan Park
The countryside south mountain is noisy, and the valley of Huaxi is babbling. West Corner Wanmu is accompanied by clouds.
Occasionally smell the incense of the lychee refreshing, locust yin nap guests fresh. The long roar of the sky is also leisurely.
20
Gently embracing the autumn cold sleep can not be achieved, rolling curtains and rain to send autumn sounds, one after another is to chase people's feelings.
The fallen leaves do not know where to go, and the withered flies are full of decay. Small window at first sight of the life of the poor.
Huan Xi Sha (Group 3 Ten Songs)
I know that flowers will blossom and fall, and I will listen to the sound of withering, not sad or sad.
21
People lean on the small building and count the geese. The westerly wind gusted and sent the sky away. The dead leaves are even more wandering.
Who idle frowns and frowns, turning into a song of the moon cool. Han Mei looked at me and peeked at the wall.
22
The cool breeze blowing on my side of the water has subsided, and the annoying dream has been extinguished. Afraid to listen to the flute on the river.
The moon is cold tonight, and the smokey ferry port has been chilled. A sound passed into the clouds.
23
Thousands of wisps of smoke, wind and rain for many years. The bottle is relatively pleasant.
But ask who you are drunk with, and you know each other earlier. The small building saw the moon round again.
24
See also Jiangnan grass and trees new, painting hall beams on the swallow frequently. Shame on the reddish branches.
Just a delicate warbler sings crisply, and the curved path curves long. The waterside bamboo is like a king.
25
Chu Keqiu's heart is bitter and sad, and the nameless past is the old period. Know each other but are separated.
In front of the autumn rain screen, the old age is sick, and the spring flower pen is painful. The solitary red medicine gives new words.
26
The smoke and rain looked sad, and the falling flowers and water flowed eastward. The spring tide ripples in the orchid boat.
Today, the wind blows the jade flute, and that year there was an appointment to go to the Red Chamber. Flying like a flying gull.
27
The mind is looking for a wine jug for no reason. Qing song a song of the moon with the lonely. The three of them were uncomfortable with each other.
Ten thousand points of insanity are inexhaustible, and Luo Fu has hidden and not. Who knows where the way back is.
28
Remember that the song was played together, and Zhu Xian was at the beginning of the place. Looking back and smiling, there are not many dreams.
And unfortunately, the years have passed, and the knowledge of personnel has been ruined. Don't come and don't ask how.
29
I love a fragrant orchid, and a few petals have fallen to the front xuan. The spring breeze blows and scatters the clouds.
There are still lingering invitations, and there is no one who can hesitate to look forward to that mercy. And now don't remember it for a long time.
30 sick groans
Worries and diseases gather how to be dangled. A handful of pills stirs the intestines. Unprovoked mood damage to nianfang.
I hope that my affection is reluctant, and I know that things in the world are always absurd. New words to talk about masturbation sadness.
Huan Xi Sha (Group 4 Ten Songs)
Can understand, can not understand, just like this, in time, quiet gaze, lyrical...
31
The night wind swept through the steps, and the sound of the eaves and rain washed the moss. It is difficult for peach blossoms to bloom when they fall.
Spring to spring love is helpless, and every year is empty and parting. A crescent moon is coming.
32
Rain and breeze endless thoughts, who will tears sprinkle flowers and branches. The small bridge is weeping with spring willows.
The long line on the embankment has returned to itself, and there is no return at the end of the world. Dazed and confused.
33
Endure the cold window rain and snow flying, and pity the courtyard a plum. Yingying independent dew dipping clothes.
Try to send a dream in the wind, and know that spring is a simple return. The fragrance bursts into the new poem.
34
It was the end of another year in a hurry, and it was unbearable for people to sit on Jiaotong. The sky is falling and the wind is falling.
Twenty-four bridgeheads once had an appointment, three thousand flowers hair is not calm. It's hard to say that the heart is in a mess.
35
Ting leaned on the jade kite, and the wind blew the sideburns and let the wind blow. Qingxi Chengbi was silent.
Near the water drifting red spring to go far, far peaks flowing green guests sad. Wake up to a dream and fall into Pengcheng.
36
Gaunt clothes wide body gradually lighter, jagged full of people who listen. The drizzle fell silently through the windows.
Long on the small stove tea self-boiling, long chant light ink with lone lamp. One night into the city of sorrow.
37
I am also afraid that separation will backfire, and it will be difficult to distinguish between right and wrong for no reason. I love only a few lines of poetry.
Night rain whisks people to go far, and the west window cut candles dream is late. Streamers like water do not return.
38
Falling bead curtains against the north wind, Yiren sitting candles red at night. A heart is empty.
Under the cool moon with the sound of three or two insects, can the palace merchants enter the silk tong, and now they sit in silence.
39
Today there is a long night with the aroma of books, and the taste of boiled wine is tasted first. The wind came to pick up a window cool.
Autumn candles are constantly in love, and the lamps are sealed and ink dreams meet. Who asked me where I was.
40
A pillow of yellow sorghum has not yet been mutilated, the boundless traces of Xie Zhuyan, the branches and birds are even more pitiful.
Empty from the goose book frequently looking forward to, not to mention no fish letter Xu leisurely, Dan Feng is like a fire reflecting the river sky.
Spread out the Raccoon Creek Yarn (Group 5 Ten Songs)
Open your arms and embrace the distance. Like an earthly autumn leaf, tender yellow, fluttering, whispering...
41
The gloomy galaxy is dark at night, and the spring sorrow blows up the dream and frightens back. The bright moon and the clouds are haggard, which can be said?
The lone sail is far away today, and the west wind is short. Pay as much as the strings fall, and the song is still playing.
42
The light rain is fluttering green, and the pines and cypresses are red. Stroll along the small bridge shallow drunk, look hazy.
The willows on the banks are weeping water, and a few bushes of bamboo dance to the wind. The lake is full of light and mirrors, taking pictures of each other.
43
The shore willows cling to the water's edge. A gentle breeze blows through the pitiful. Even if it is light as old, it is no longer the past.
It is a pity that I broke my intestines here, and I took care of the king for a long time. Spring is ruthless like a dream, looking forward to the long sky.
44 (Proxy)
The lonely return to the hometown is contrary to wishes, and it is regrettable to look back several times. Mo is the spring light with the water, and wandering again.
Wind and rain are often guests, and what is the hatred of ancient and modern times. If Xu Piao's name is wrong, he will lose the advance.
45 (proxy)
The past is unbearable to break the soul, and the sorrow does not open the door all day long. Seems to be haggard with spring flowers. Degree towards the faint.
Dreaming of pengcheng empty covenant, the book Shen Saibei returned to the people alone. It's hard to say. Dust off.
46 (proxy)
I also recalled pengcheng visiting the old tour, that mountain and water that was autumn at that time. There are still some scenery in it, and the thoughts are drowned.
I love meishaming waves the most, and I have also gone up the clouds. Looking far away, I can't say anything, and I can't stop.
47
The rain penetrates the spring shirt and the fine wind, and the evening river sky stands in front of the curtain. In the smoke of the boat, it looks like a flying colossus.
Consciously fluttering is like a guest, Fang knows that there is no trace of silence. The sound of the waves has not stopped, and it has flowed east.
48
It is as leisurely as a leaf, and a smile between the fences is waiting for the wind to clear. Pick a chrysanthemum flower newly boiled wine, reminiscences.
The cold moon cloaked in cold shadows, the stream flowing silently. Not exhaustive singing today drunk, drinking sweet.
49
The chaos spreads to the world for no reason, and the mountains and lakes are dark and dark. Leaning on the window all day long, ask Ning An.
The swallows go to the mud wind, and the peach blossoms are in the water and rain. I don't feel that there is anything wrong with the spring, but I can sleep high.
50
The Orchid Room burns incense and chants alone. Kiyotaru is relatively self-contained. Quietly hide the double door outside the vulgar dust, so pleasant.
The wind moved the bead curtain to wake up late drunk, and the smoke cage was cold and the green tree was invaded. Whoever wants to treat here, put on his own.
【Editorial Department of Tianxia Jingshe】
Editor-in-Chief: Wu Wei
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