【New Yunfan Poets】
Ji Ranzi Xin ugly poems deleted
Nostalgia
Jiangnan autumn night slugs cut, the moon under the creek hall bamboo shadow cool.
It is no harm to write a plan when you are old, why should you drink wine as a hometown.
Sit in the old hill tower
The sun sloped up the mountain furnace shadow, and the wind passed through the old paper books.
The bottom of the eye is still as faint as ever, and the building is not aware of more than four years.
In August, both look forward to the Linchuan Pavilion Yaji
Outside the Autumn Moon South Mountain, the night groan forgets Prozac.
Wandering and thinking about the old couple, looking up at the drunken tall building.
Don't ask a word, the friendship is accepted.
How to wave, feast like a horse.
Xin ugly twilight nostalgia
The night window lights are hidden in the moon, and the cold weather sense is just beginning to sprout.
It is best to wear a fly head, preferring sencha crab eye sound.
Full of paper clouds of smoke and sweat, cutting poems for years to comfort life.
Only to be old and have no hatred, and to find another journey.
Recalling a certain year, the moon and night and Brother Yu Gongwen Bo spent the night at huang zijiu's tomb, tasted the village wine to lay it down, and felt endowed
If the pine on the ridge can be traced, the floating clouds are known to several people.
Can be carried by the pen of the previous generation, and the situation is remembered for a while.
Talking about painting wants to understand the tricks of landscape and water, and there are still old words on Xuan.
Amorous more about friends in the forest, old from the imitation of the big idiot.
Xin Ugly Cold Dew Day Pregnant with Qian Liu, Step Yu Gong Rhyme
Wu Yue met by chance, and the cold and warm of the world were always pitiful.
The beauty of Han Mo exists in three paths, and zongbo articles are rich in hundreds.
Man Xing looked at the autumn water together, and there was no reason to become a dream of the sea and the sky.
Gange people know that it is difficult to determine, and Tuoyi Lake and Mountain are only self-reliant.
Xin Ugly Mid-Autumn Festival coincided with Huang Da's birthday, and Bu Yun Li gave birth to a brother
Er poor and unrepentant free body, picture Danqing but a few people.
Doujiu forgot to chant the sun and the moon, and the pine gate entertained guests with wind and dust.
Take advantage of the time to write a thousand heavy mountains, happy to enjoy the eighty spring of the rivers and lakes.
In an instant, the pot is full of heaven and earth, and it must be known that illusion is the spirit.
One day after the ugly dew, I felt the sound of crickets at night
A hundred poems in the point inspection, the national style is lingering.
Let go of the side of the ear to the world, and the white stone looks for the sound into the grass roots.
A few sighs of autumn coolness from here to here, but also think of the moon cold who said.
Still promoting weaving can be written, is boring emptiness and argument.
Cross Donggangjing Old Street
Qimen looked north into the fangjiao, and the flowing water could not be thrown away.
Renjitang gives tranquility medicine, and the Escape Hall builds the old nest.
Rub shoulders to greet the travelers, look back without words.
The most is the cave back to the dream, listening to the rain knocking on the window at night.
The poetry of the master of He Yushan is about to be completed
Seek the teacher to ask the poem, bury his head in the window and look up at the old time.
Yue Shui was affectionate and generous, and Wu Shan looked over Xu Zhenqi.
Si Chai Meng Shu is known to the same people, and Ya Mu blunt Yin Xi you know.
Always the breeze and bright moon night, the cup shakes the pen and reverie.
Reading Yan Lugong's nephew manuscript has a heart
In the eyes of several lines of tears, Huma stepped into the sky.
Passing on the loyal bones is so sad, and the red dust hates differently for a long time.
JianBi Ren holds the sun and the moon, and embraces the hero who weeps.
Dr. Yu Jin lightly studied history, and stabbed high talk about the ancient style.
Linmi Yuanzhang inkblot
I have been in the pool for a long time to see people, and the smoke cloud has to accompany the groaning.
The middle-aged pen is with the empty day, and the night before the lamp is up to the morning.
I feel that the wind is really powerful, and I have never realized that the Tao is dustless.
There are many golden sentences on the Mi family ship, which can take three words to drink the old spring.
Visit Wei's Yizhuang
A pulse of Qingfen Qihou Kun, the three mountains still exist near and far.
When Ming Zhongyi left his relatives behind, he did not live up to the poetry and teaching his descendants.
The idle love of the field changes, and the heart of the field is warm.
Where the figures of the old dynasty are now, only when the wind is good, they come to the door.
In the early summer of Sanfeng Temple, brother Wei Hua drank tea
The forest sinks to the sun and separates people's homes, and the moss outside the sills is inclined into the path.
I didn't feel that the guests came to the wind and had a letter, and I knew that the birds did not make a fuss in the spring.
Looking for the monument to get the Song Zen character, you still need to take a seat with cloud tea.
It should be spent long in the mountains, so that the poems can be left in the life.
Lotus Lady Shi invited to drink Jingzhu Xiaoyuan, the master of the second yunyu Mountain
Idle to the north of the ling, the green sleeves can be recruited.
There are still young bamboo shoots on the slopes, and there are no warblers in the valley under the forest.
The pot is drunk, and the verses are long and long.
Mo Qinggong talked and laughed for a long time, and the rivers and lakes were everywhere.
Reminiscences of Fukuyama Iron Yellow Sand
Spring twilight smoke and smoke in the air, patting the river to the east.
The new Tim Bi tree groaned, and the yellow sand gradually accumulated and looked forward to the harvest.
Poetry and wine do not have much to worry about escaping, and the countryside is like forgetting one's own plan.
Let him take care of what happened, and he has gone to the clouds with white gulls.
Old Mountain Tower Xin Ugly New Year's Eve Lantern Festival
Flowers come and go in the spring, and the mountain family has been wandering for a long time.
Don't think the festive season will add frequency and take advantage of the Lantern Festival.
The lamp tiger has been suspended as a celebrity, and the library has met with young talents.
The spirit machine was flying like a fly, looking up at the waves.
Gengzi drank the Nansu Courtyard on the third night of the first three nights of winter
The Songmen stayed at night, and the backwalk was deep.
It is not difficult to find a promise to send a message, and it is not difficult to find it with blue eyes.
Xi Yi was actually idle talking, and who knew who was drunk.
Pack up the poetry bag now and full, and turn the city into a mountain forest.
Nansu-in Temple Listen to Matsu Book House
The curtains are lifted up to the sky, and the floating clouds do not hinder the floating clouds in front of you.
Try the ink xin meet the three trail friends, listen to the Tao suspicious pan five lakes boat.
Drunkenly, it leads to strange rhymes, and when you wake up, you urge people to give elegant passages.
Whoever holds the Yaoqin gallery sits down, has become a new tune to be played.
Portrait of LinjiangXian Andyun Lingong
Bao Xie is talented and charming, and Ji Yun's writing is flowing. Idle to the middle of the Genkan volume. The tea smoke does not wake up, and the dream rests for half a day.
To ask about the green water of the South Pond, think about the East China Sea Light Boat. See allyed gulls everywhere. The poem chased after the old friend and laughed carefreely.
Man Tingfang Xiaoyuan's children shi zhao drink and are endowed
Lights people, streams and mountains in the twilight, the best time last night clear. Mixed beans, talking and laughing about tea smoke. More devincis star shooting bucket, always is, oh yong dancing. Drown for a long time, dare to know the creation, can you learn the immortals.
Continuous. After the drunkenness, he shook his head and leaned on the drunk, and his fingers were entangled. Mo Negative Life Covenant, drink the wind again. Should know the taste of the world, enjoy everywhere, good times every year. Penglai went, took the general Yuke, and slept with the moon.
Treading and Iris Day
Listen to the spring under the forest, the desk stone. Once drunk dew cloud mountain partition. Thinking about escaping the world has no intention, and it is sold with smoke and light.
The floating world forgets each other, and it is a pity to be vain. Once in a lifetime, there is no guest. Amorous flowers should be placed occasionally, and moved to qing offerings to the sunrise.
About the Author
Ji Ranzi, real name Ni Wenming, born in 1975, is a native of Changshu, Jiangsu Province. He is a member of Jiangsu Poetry Association and a director of Changshu Poetry Association. He is fond of local literature and history, yamu sages, and writes ink and plays and talks to entertain himself.