Selected poems| I have not seen flying flowers drifting into the rain, how to be quiet and hardy frost

"What I See"

Text/Spring and Autumn

The reeds fill the wild ponds, and the birds are just pleasing to the sun.

Love affair duck amazing, busy into the bush deep only vague.

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Text/North Sheep

The pond under the moon is a unique view, and the return to the truth embraces Pu Zen's visit.

The layman grows dusty day by day, and the gentleman's selflessness is worth ten thousand gold.

"Picking Mulberries and Idly Reading the Ballad of Yun Shui"

Text/Chen Zhengliang

Career allows me to send clouds and mountains, a roll of breeze, a puff of water, and a twilight of joy from the bamboo.

Pine window bright moon looks with, chanting, drunk spring red, let the flow of water to the east.

"Don Doring Homesickness"

Text/East Side

Gardenias are full of branches. The old man reminisces about the old tour. Cuckoo sounds, hard to break homesickness.

Sparse willow sycamore with shadow, new henn, swing orchid boat.

Drunken dreams never stopped. Wake up to tears. The night breeze is slight, and the herons are serting islands.

The red candle cut flowers are thin, outside the west window, the moon is like a hook.

Partridge Days Rain Lotus

The lights are dim at night. Light smoke and mist trapped the lonely mountain.

The wind was muffled and thunderous, and the plum rain was lightning and happy.

Smell the frog drums, listen to the cicadas. Basho composes broken strings.

Where the wine will wake up tonight, it should be the East Lake small lotus fresh.

"Huan Xi Sha Love Full of Poetry Group"

Text/Willow Flying Silk

Horizontal and vertical Wen Ji Ya fun, Gao Peng mutual help refers to mizu. The books are true.

The group frequently throws poems and endowments, and when learning, they take care of hardships and hardships. Repeatedly stirred up the Rulang Qinyuan Spring.

"Minus Magnolia Hometown Fengjing"

Full of mountains and fruits, green trees and red peach auspicious locks.

The grass is grassy, and the warblers on the ridges are relatively crying.

The fruit growers are busy and sent to welcome the True Friendship Building.

Overcome the stupidity and poverty together, and from then on the mountains and rivers are new every day.

《Xijiang Moon Summer Style》

The warblers sing high on the branches, and the swallows are low in the eaves.

The west wind gusted and blew, and it was even more dyed with yang wanna.

The fish in the water are cheerful and turn into lotuses.

Plum blossoms fill the hillside, and the summer style is like fire.

"Qing Ping Le For Classmates "Xiao Zhou" Endowment"

Dawn in the east, the boat set sail quietly.

Step through the waves of the waves, hold your head high in the sky and the moon.

The giant wave meets me and disappears, and the waves are gently touched by the guests.

Leisurely rejoicing, idle and happy.

"Water Tune Song Head : Yangtze River Tour"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

A thousand miles of momentum, want to send four sides of the affection.

With whom to wander, the peaks return to the clouds to send the sound of the waves.

How many poems are sighing, and there are more shore sails, and the journey is not written.

Climb the sunset and enjoy the sunset.

Huafa is thin, green mountains are hidden, and a hundred flowers are in contention.

The moon is full of 5,000 layers in ancient times.

Fortunately, the spring warbler and autumn goose still remember the long sky changes, and the string break cannot be named.

With a partner looking for a quiet place, the heart is hard to stop.

"Guizhixiang Xinxiang Overture"

Fragrant overture. Wuhua saw the heartfelt feelings, and the crowds competed.

The blue water is thousands of miles, and the boat is floating jade.

The birds want to blow with the wind, overlooking the afterglow and dusk.

The willow smoke is swirling, the sails are beating, and the tide is continuing.

Reminiscences of the past, pine forests and dark valleys. The swordsman fights the city tower, and the proud bones are expelled.

Sing about the wine, not all the way to the oblique peak belly.

The millennium still welcomes the bright moon, and Ren Shihao only chants orchid chrysanthemums.

Jokes like this, majestic hair, far from the world.

"Jintang Spring Slow, Dream Like Heaven Wide"

The moon is white and the flowers are thin, the fragrance is fragrant, and the stars are dark and shadowy.

Gyokuro has arrived innumerable, and dreams are as wide as heaven.

Like water tender affection, Gu I am kind and inviting.

Nai Takayama League, can't bear to make red, humane who pity?

The heart is not ashamed of Bo Lu, recalling the fun of the year, and the golden wisp is high.

Brushing off the clothes into the mirror, the strings are skillful.

To this day, the silk rain, continue the bone song, read the related.

May the nine tastes of life, the sound of the piano, and the peace be pinned on.

"Qing Ping Le: Away from Home"

Traveling away from home. Look at the place where the incense dust is broken. Ten years of hard work changzhou road. How much chanting.

The streets are green. Neon veins are affectionate. Several times back and forth sighed, not afraid of the moon falling three times.

"Qing Ping Le: Sunny Day High Curtain"

High mantle on a sunny day. Peaks hinder the spring wind late. Enjoy the new view of Matsutei. The moon sprinkles deep forest streams.

Mo Dao's soul is bright. Just twilight affection. Full of beautiful eyebrows and thin luck, the past is too long to rely on.

"Seven Laws of Gengzi Year Spring Reflections"

When the flowers fall in the spring, the leaves spit out the young branches.

Sit and watch Fang Zhiyun shadow drunk, remote pity early to see the water light period.

Affectionate and always look forward to the faint, victory is often from the surface of the delusion.

Looking forward to the long sky sky is not old, the monarch sends homesickness under the moon.

"Seven Absolute Queqiao, Three Poems"

(i)

A touch of flowing clouds and water is self-sufficient, and the willows of the long bridge are dewy and clear.

Because of the thought of the weaver girl cowherd, only the immortal name of Xian Fan was written.

(ii)

Niu Lang wept bitterly and bitterly, causing the beauty to complain about the turbulence.

One night in the autumn wind, en with the birds to build a bridge fence.

(iii)

The branches are woven into beams, and the song sends flying sounds to break the intestines.

Mo complained that Qiu Qiu came to know himself, how to meet for makeup.

"Seven Absolute Yong Zhu"

The breeze does not refuse green new makeup, and the dew is quite strong.

I didn't see the flying flowers drifting into the rain, how like a quiet place hardy frost.

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!