Selected poems| but let the spring breeze come and go, and there is no need to remember the sorrow and joy

"Seven Laws of You Haitang Mountain"

Text/North Sheep

The East Tibet Cliff admired the heart, and the devout tiptoe came.

Stone carvings all over the mountains are based on the ancient, and the steep pine rhymes today.

Step by step, step by step, step by step, step by step, layer by layer, like lazy bullying.

The lama swam away and asked the people to chant.

Partridge Days Tonight Wind

Text/Deep Valley Youlan, Lin Er

Tonight the storm is raging. Small building candle shadow lock long night.

The acacia song is written in the note, and the lonely ballad is whispered under the case.

The heart has a dream, but there is no trick. When to cross the cloud bridge hand in hand.

The peerless winged man was sad and indignant, and his tears stared at the Ninth Heaven.

Butterfly Loves Flowers

Text/Chen Zhengliang

I have wine to come to the king, the bright moon building head, send the joy together.

But Ren Chunfeng came and went, and there was no need to remember the joys and sorrows.

But he laughed and floated in his dreams, rich and famous, and did not reach Nanshan drunk.

Return to the birds leaning on, flat forest desert pine window pair.

"Seven Idle"

Text/East Side

Half a cup of tea is tilted to the west, and the water is poured into the cup to make tender buds.

Leaning on the windowsill mountain far away, who can talk to me Sangma.

"Night Rain Doesn't Sleep"

The wind and rain do not sleep, and the bananas under the window play elegant strings.

Qu Break Three returned to the old place, and the soul was reunited.

A few birds chirped outside the Zhu railing, and a few frogs chirped to the side of the house.

Overlooking the Cangshan Mountains with daisy colors, the old willows of the Long Causeway are full of smoke.

"Qudu Dragon Wind Thirteen Gun Words Seven One Ode to Dang En"

Text/Yang Ronggao

The mountains and rivers are broken, and the sons are hungry.

Save the people, raise the flag.

Seek the roots and honor Marxism and Leninism, and rule the world unswervingly.

Turn the tide of the tide and walk around, standing tall and strange.

Years of humiliation from now on, Wanli sang the praises of the party foundation.

Good luck in the country, I think of yi. Wait for the Chinese dream to be expected.

The Five Laws

Text/Cold Rose

Dip the pen into rowan out, and move on the paper.

Idle love letter case cabinet, urgent scene painting screen pool.

The chalcedony incense marks are wet, and the dust heart rhymes with the guests.

Speechless and a thousand points of ink, want to transform Baohong poems.

"Tin Belt Long Heart: Self-Silence and Madness"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

Wake up in a dream. Chrysanthemum yellow. Send acacia, captain. Rambling and finally pitiful, Kishino crossed the wilderness.

Xiahui reflection, whether it is Mingyue Township. Don't ask Baiyun Mountain Liang. Shu Dao peaks are stacked with greenery, and poems from ancient times.

Straight and curved, the road goes far away. With great ambitions, holding a book and leaning on the bamboo window. Self-silence and madness.

"Water Tune Song Head · Good Pin Years of Hua Love"

The flowers bloom and look north, and the clouds rise from the south.

Good birthday dating, peach willow cigarettes everywhere.

When they meet outside the dust, they should laugh, and there is a spring wind and snow moon, which can be a glory.

The beautiful scenery is towards the direction, and the good products are full of love.

Wine in the cup, ancient music, balance each other.

Life is like a mail, what is the trouble and resentment of the lamp.

Endless winding avenues, how many twists and turns, that is more difficult.

Don't ask about the dangers of the Tianshan Mountains, and bravely raise the flag.

"Seven Absolutes: Appreciating the Hometown Green Peppercorns"

Kaoru wind accompanies the heavenly face, and a ghostly flower reflects the evening mountain.

The horse's foot can still return to its hometown, and the kites are not afraid 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!