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Yu Yu's latest poem by Sun Yu Jixing: The old man is out of the global village, standing on the moon and Mars

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Celebrating the 87th Birthday of Guotai Min'an (Generational Order)

Energetic and diligent than cattle, flexible and love to play like a monkey. The pen is like a golden lock to open the poetry mirror, insight into the child's pride and white head.

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It's hard to fall asleep, it's hard to fall asleep, and you're going back and forth to fall asleep. Sweet sleep. Sweet dreams, butterflies, butterflies I can't tell the difference between Yan and Yan, butterfly Zhuang is like who immortals.

In the commentary, the author of who is immortal is self-proclaimed. About the author: Yu Jixing, male, born in 1935, from Huangpi District, Wuhan, Communist Party member, senior agronomist. He is the grandson of Yu Yu, the elder of the Xinhai Revolution. Before retirement, he worked in the District Agricultural Technology Extension Center, and after retirement, he studied poetry at the District University for the Elderly, and was a member of the Provincial Yingtai Poetry Society, a member of the Wuhan Poetry Society and a member of the Hubei Chinese Poetry Society, and participated in the academic exchange activities of the above-mentioned societies for many times.

Yu Yu's latest poem by Sun Yu Jixing: The old man is out of the global village, standing on the moon and Mars

Ordinary and real life is like a dream, and the old age life is full of sunshine

The white teeth are not self-pitying, and the park is wading back and forth several times a day. Play ball kick shuttlecock play empty bamboo, meet friends chant poetry ear cup. The acoustic singing is particularly enjoyable, and the sound soars straight up and down the heart. Children's songs are sung with new tastes, and children are rejuvenated and dreamed.

Present a Filipino gift to the New Year's Day of the Second Year

The little dragon lingqiang said sad, not to mention the spring water flowing eastward. But when the new year comes, it is time to take out the new poems.

The eighty-seventh birthday mirror is lyrical

Li Da is diligent than a cow, flexible and loves to play like a monkey. The pen is like a golden lock to open the poetry mirror, insight into the child's pride and white head.

Eighty-seven years old lyrical

Bitter over, especially to get sweet, prosperous Chinese immortals. The color pen is diligent and fruitful, and the new poems are far away in response to the season. The mood is surging to buy a stereo, and eight or seven sings for nine days. Looking forward to the modernization of the period, the dream of three or five can come true.

Smell the Winter Olympics and dream of flying

Old and sick in one, pen cultivation rhyme acres have stopped? Prosperity and prosperity are wide in the sky, and I follow the path of the poetry Immortal Shu. Disabled across the ice male Olympics, the old man is out of the global village. Take the first flight to the Moon and Mars.

Enlightened

Old to the top of the social circle, do think of old friends to talk and rejoice? Listening to Wang Ya's space lesson today, it is like a dream to wake up the heavens and the earth wide.

Yu Yu's latest poem by Sun Yu Jixing: The old man is out of the global village, standing on the moon and Mars

Life is full of sunshine

The white teeth are not self-pitying, and the park is wading back and forth several times a day. Play ball kick shuttlecock play empty bamboo, friends chant poetry open urn pickle. The most is that the song is really happy, and the sound soars straight up and wraps the heart. Children's songs are sung with new tastes, and children are rejuvenated and dreamed.

Picking mulberries and singing in Chongyang

People forget the old age in the prosperous world, poetry Chongyang, sing Chongyang, today Chongyang song full of heart.

Three times five ridges Ling Feng sang, not the king of songs, better than the king of songs, the sound of the sound is far away.

Dragon Pavilion regrets

Gao Lilongting was singing in full swing, and a few secluded thunderbolts were dazed. Quickly close the sound to the heart, shoes as a light boat umbrella to cover the sky.

Partridge Heaven Poetry Manuscript Three Votes Party Ode Centennial Lie Sheedon

Hukou Yanjing Jinggang Mountain, three throwing party song centennial profit. Golden autumn open volume poetry flowers, pleasing to the eyes and shocked the old tears. People are old, pens are ploughing, and I am happy with the well-off land. Shaohua won three drunkens and hugged the new book in the prosperous year.

At the age of eight or seven, he won the Tianlai Cup Poetry Gold Medal Ji Huai

Frequently shake the color pen to warm the heart, and the eighty-seven birthday songs are full of heaven. The sound of nature is drunk, and the golden cup is like a dream.

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It is difficult to fall asleep, it is difficult to fall asleep, it is difficult to turn over and finally fall asleep, and it is sweet to meet the dream. Sweet dreams, butterflies, butterflies, butterflies, and yans, and the heavenly immortals are like who immortals.

Can support and support

Old and sick are combined, and the housework has not stopped. Sick wives can endure and stimulate infinite spirits.

Yu Yu's latest poem by Sun Yu Jixing: The old man is out of the global village, standing on the moon and Mars

Thank you friends for accompanying the ball

Juniors often accompany badminton, buckling around like teasing monkeys. The old monkey helplessly has a thick skin and slightly inferior ball skills.

An inlaid poem written for Qian Fan

Money is like a small boat carrying a big river, going straight down the river and down the sails. Along the way, the scenery is exhausted, and the dream is dry to Huangpan.

Who expected That Qianchuan was locked down again

The virus is full of shadows, and the new peaks of the fight against the epidemic are connected to the old peaks. Shopping ride bias swipe card, when by me to the west and east.

Autumn test

In August, the golden wind blows the clouds, and the dancing pen stops from time to time. Li Yin had no good sentences for three days, only as an outsider in the poetry world.

Park morning song

The chaotic clouds fly across the breeze, and the lazy day is loose and refreshing. The little bird chirps at the poetry road tree, as if praising the new masterpiece of the chanter.

Red Mezan

A thousand forms of ingenious shapes, the natural heart of the Heavenly Craftsmanship. Green and red are mottled and poetic, and the fragrance of the fragrance is revealed in the early spring.

Ward groan

Shangnian Park Miao Nian home, the ward is in disarray. The sick friend was full of sorrow and bitterness, and endured the right to see the blood stained the head of the pants.

Make new friends to make a new year as a Bumrungrade

The doctor's week will change the day, and the sun and the moon will be replaced by a new day. In the new year, the first book of rehabilitation. Sick friends joined hands to say goodbye, Zhongjing Shuo Guoyan. Sister Wang took on a new job, and Fluttery followed Yu An.

The start of his agricultural career is reminiscent

Liu Zero initially came out of the woods, settled in Zou Yuan to open the dream, the cuckoo sound should be Hou, and The Grass Miao silently decorated the field domain. I passed on agricultural technology to the countryside, surrounding the peasants' happiness and sorrow. Sweat sprinkles the soil in the spring, and devotes himself to the rice and beam plots of the people.

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