Selected poems| hearts fall from the sea, and eyes fly with eagles

"Good things near the rain after the lotus"

Text/Cold Rose

The sound of dripping plums is chaotic, and the soft sound of Cuizhu is cold and thin.

The new green dot was slightly exposed, and the broken cloud was waving.

The darkness of the south wind is small and fragrant, and the waves are suddenly wrinkled.

After the rain, the rainbow crosses and enjoys a lake lotus show.

"The Five Laws, Summer Solstice Thinking father's night is difficult to sleep"

Only then did he know that the summer solstice invaded, and he encountered Filial Piety and Ciyin.

It is hard to find, and it can be found on a bleak night.

Blowing the flute is a drunken illusion, and the flute is far from sad.

Wanderer thinks of his father, and his hometown is thin and deep.

"Xingxiangzi May Dragon Boat Festival"

Duanyang in May, Zongsaro River. The ancestors of the Liufang have been sacrificed to the virtuous.

Remembering the loyal martyrs, all the people look up to them. Respect people's words and aspirations, shine bright moon, cast brilliant.

Wai Si Qu Zi, fighting for the flower drum, even racing dragon boats to fight Angzang.

One dynasty is handsome, and the north and south are sung. May the people be richer, the family richer, and the country stronger.

"Wind into the Pine Dragon Boat Festival"

Text/East Side

The waves crash on the miluo river. Smoke and water.

Leaving the heavens asked who had been passed down through the ages, who was comparable to the poems of QuZi.

Race the dragon boat to beat the drum and win the swing of the intestines.

And the Dragon Boat Festival. Put the wine male yellow.

The loyal soul is still there for thousands of years, and the feelings of the people are still there, and the people are still alive.

The cattails are picked by the stream, and the wormwood in front of the court is fragrant.

"Wujiang Hongfeng Transit Wulong"

Text/Chen Jie (Chongqing)

The divine dragon signed up in Qianzhou, and the people in transit were shocked and worried.

The fog walks away from the clouds and chases after the shadows of the herons, and the river is wide and the waves are wide and lonely.

The wind destroys the grass on the shore and chirps the birds, and the sound covers the beach and the forest whistles the gulls.

Asking for a long drive of thousands of miles, Wang Yang entered the heart.

"Toast Tomb Group Nostalgia"

Text/Zhang Jianping

Tusi ruled Gubo Prefecture, tang, Song, Yuan, and Ming dynasties.

The rock of the giant tomb was shoveled, and the ruins were broken to look at the river.

"Bu Operator Slow, Lonely Hong Only Shadow"

Text/Lee Ka Wing

Lonely Hung only shadow, remnants of half a pole, waterfront grass withered maple.

The painting ship stops the radius, alone to the ten thousand heavy smoke waves.

Towards Luzhou, cut the autumn slug.

Leaning on the twilight, the river is bleak, and the mountains and rivers are reckless.

At this time, it is time to be sad. For the past to hear each other, now look at each other.

Lonely at the end of the world, the secret feeling for several years.

To the long day, haggard fanghua.

The music is not scored, the acacia is in tune, and only the wind whispers.

"DouBaihua: A Cold Autumn Depression"

In the cold autumn, the leaves and leaves of the sycamore fluttered.

Under the shadow of the lonely hung, the smoke and mist filled the sky.

Remnants of willows, creek bridge locks autumn light,

It provoked crows one after another. Fading grass in the twilight.

A few degrees of acacia, from this carved fence to lean alone.

Gaunt and plain, sad and hateful.

Heavy on the tall buildings, a thousand mountains fall desolate,

Again, it is tasteless.

"Qingyu Case: Appreciating The Lotus"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

Lingbo flowers bloom lotus pond. If you don't give up, you can dance.

Out of the green Ming Ling Zhu household. Water is clear and moist, balsam gel. Green umbrella red yarn protection.

Fine spring trickle smoke spit lightly. Distant sound of wild clouds.

Don't ask if you are a lover. A pool of scenery, full of spleen rain. This month knows the ancients.

"Seven Laws : Returning to the Mountain City with Gifts"

Han Yuan's famous mountain was self-congratulatory, and he returned to singing Liu Xia triumphantly.

The shadow of the poor accompanies the same heart, and the quiet soul follows the praise of the crowd.

The moon went to the sky on a windy and rainy night, and Yun Shumo went to XiaoXiao's house.

Xiao Xiao's dream and acquaintance gather, through thousands of years and flowers.

"Seven Absolute Moon nights to enjoy the lotus"

When the moon is bright, the water surrounds the mountains and beats the stream.

After the milk swallow incense sleeps, the flowers are fresh but make the red embankment.

"Qingyu Case: Children Laughing and Riding the Wind Road"

Children laugh and ride the wind. Play the flute and go with your heart.

Good dreams are spent casually. Whisk the willows of the embankment and greet the gods with red feathers. Halo beef loins.

The song is loud and bright. Sword Shadow high flying momentum Jiangyu.

Don't ask for sincere ecstasy. A river of clouds, ten thousand days of golden wisps. Holding the moon to the present and the ancient.

《Yamahanako/ Risyu-hi Sensen》

Text/Tianya is a tired guest

Looking through the coconut grove and asking zizhi when to accompany me home. The wind whispered and asked moth eyebrows.

The heart falls wide from the sea, and the eyes follow the eagle flying high. Birds are dreaming at the end of the world, and the two are contrary.

《Yamahanako No Mail》

Always climb upstairs for the sake of grief, Danzhou moon down to look at Jingzhou. After the illness, Acacia more than forbid mouth, in the heart.

Several hero games are tired, and a group of beautiful women are chatting sadly. I couldn't stop nostalgia and flowed eastward.

《Yamahanako Plum》

I remember that in the small courtyard of Yikai, the fence slowly shook red towards the sun. Mr. Bachelor came to visit and did not comply.

A wisp of heart spring covenant, all kinds of poetry rhyme snow communication. To find out where the incense soul is, ask the East Wind.

《Yamahanako Snow》

It does not occupy a table of fragrant flowers, but it is longer than apricot peach. Born in the heavenly vault on the earth, dressed in a joan of pretense.

If the water is melted, the mountain laughs, and the jade carving is busy after the ice. Fang Mengtuo will be in the dream, wake up the spring light.

"Mountain Flower Son, On The Ridge Mountain"

Cloud as a mood wine for tea, slope front slope after the few people. The old mountain wind came to say hello and send flowers.

Coconut trees welcome tired customers every year, and frost silk smiles and prospers every time. Ten years of acacia who accompanies dreams, pillow the world.

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!