Selected poems| the wind shakes the spirit of white snow alone, but Gu Yunping trees virtue people

"Meet and rejoice for a long time to accompany the drizzle and the first cool"

Text/Yu Yu

Long with the drizzle at the beginning of the cold. The leaf knocks on the window.

It was full of flowers again, and I couldn't help but hide.

Twilight rain breaks, the light of the sun. Annoying.

How many degrees of sunset to go, why bother?

"Bu Operator"

Text/Chen Zhengliang

All day long, I was drowsy, and I didn't feel that the years had passed.

Fall into a dream of flowers, and ask the king what do you mean?

The mirror is sad, and the distance is only passed.

The pearls of the sea secretly agreed, laughing in the west wind.

Wanli leaned on the long wind and sent me without worry.

This place loves and hates each other, and sends love to the twilight.

A sea and sky drifted, and Penglai was drunk several times.

But laughing at my heart, the sun and the moon are the same, and the hundred years old forgot the machine.

A smile in the ancient and modern, leaning into the long wind.

Tianpan Feihong sent old books until PenglaiDi.

Tell me this, let me send it to the cloud gull.

Forget the camp and return to the sea, proud of the waves.

In the afternoon, I was alone at the window and listened to the birds singing.

The trance spring is still not far away, the darkness and the south wind are blowing.

Suddenly read the heart, talk about quiet thoughts.

And until the grapevine comes down, a cirrus cloud mountain appreciation.

"Meet and Greet"

Pick flowers upstairs Yanran, towards Spring Mountain.

A pair of swallows flew to the front of the painting building.

Singing the piano, singing the wind, good flowers.

More butterfly clothes shade eyebrow pity.

"Rain in the Mountains and Skies"

Text/East Side

Rain hits the plantain to compose a new song, and the wind shakes the green bamboo force.

Smoke spreads through the valley, and the sound enters the mountains and forests without anyone.

"Huanxi Shaxia"

After the rain, the oblique wind repeatedly knocked on the window. The bead curtain is half rolled and chilled. Cicadas chirp frogs drum all over the pond.

Old willow thin branches play in the blue water, new lotus young bud drunk Mandarin duck. Under the grapevine talk cowherd.

"Picking Mulberries"

Poetry books read and meditate, like a dream career, like water years, do not boast to the grass and trees of the world.

A hundred years have come to return to the dust, the sunset is slanting to the west, a miserable crow, but there is a stream around the bamboo house.

"Huan Xi Sha"

The water winds around the green mountains several times, and the birds chirp in the sunset. It is difficult to look poor.

Return to the bar to drink, drunk to invite the moon to accompany the song. A curtain of dreams remembers Huarong.

"Lake View by the Rising Sun"

10,000 acres of qingbo show green makeup, light and elegant overflowing with sweet fragrance.

Crystal dew jade plate rolling, emerald flowing smoke dancing color.

Titled Yellow Crane Tower

Text/Cold Rose

Ascend to the town of Chu and see the smoke.

The winding path of the mountain gate is entered, and the ancient hall of the cloister is suspended.

Liguang love Wuhan, Shen Yun alone Qingchuan.

Shudi poems thousands of miles, Wu Jiang fu hundreds.

"Seven Absolutes, Apricot Garden"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

Nowadays, the apricot garden is blue and blue, and the sun and the clouds are towards the bun.

After returning from the snow, he laughed and laughed, and still wrote proudly.

"Seven Absolute Lilacs"

In front of the book, the candle moon shines clearly, and the feast scatters the dust like a chess piece.

Rich lilacs wake up because of the guest, who knows the pride and strong bones?

"Seven Absolute Winds"

The wind shakes the spirit of white snow alone, but Gu Yunping trees virtue people.

Trail willows are even diligent in water, like a branch of spring on the road.

"Seven Absolutes and Return to Snow"

The snow dances in front of the wind and the waves are long, looking at the road to the treetops lightly.

The ghost flower is dotted with a red smile, wanting to scream with the returnees.

"Seven Absolute Mei Yi"

Wake up a plum outside the sill, regardless of the cold sunset.

Asking dan what he felt sorry for himself, it was difficult to dispel the long-cherished wish to bouquet flowers.

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!