Selected poems| water diseases why should they be surging, and let the river flow a little

The Five Laws of Summer Solstice

Text/Cold Rose

Spring returns to summer night madness, festival change jealousy of new makeup.

Han Xia's sideburns, crabapples shine on the clothes.

Hibiscus lotus leaves cover, butterflies and willow flowers soar.

In June, the wind is blowing, and the summer in the capital is not central.

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Text/North Sheep

It is another thousand years of rice dumplings, and Duanyang puts the cup to drink Xiong huang.

When you are worried about the song, you should not forget to think of QuLang.

"Huanxi Sand Dragon Boat Festival"

Text/East Side

Heaven asks for nine chapters. Every household drinks yellow. The wormwood beside the door was fragrant.

Tong Pei sachet evil poison avoidance, Lang beat the flower drum to promote the boat busy. Putian worships Chu Zhongliang.

"Rain and Clouds"

Text/Spring and Autumn

After the rain, the garden is new and the grass is new, and the birds are clear in the morning.

The eastern sun wants to rise out of the clouds, and the light of the sun flies with colorful scarves.

"Huan Xi Sha Bamboo Leaf Xiao Xiao Shi Pitiful"

Text/Lee Ka Wing

The bamboo leaves are pitiful. Rainy hut turned sunny. Birds singing and flowering shadows spring and spring.

The moss smells the barking of the dogs, and the yellow mud small stove is full of tea smoke. Talk about the present for a thousand years.

Gurudwara, Xiao Xiangyue

Xiao Xiangyue, the air shines a river of smoke.

The frost of the sycamore has not stopped, and the shadow of the blue sky is gone.

Several degrees of township closure is easy to say goodbye, and it is difficult to extinguish the lovesickness.

There is nowhere to send a colorful note, and the old man has never heard of it.

"Bu Operator: Sudden Rain Strikes The Lotus"

The torrential rain beat the lotus, and the dusk was dusk.

Rainy days high towards the ancient city, remnants of willows oblique sun strange.

Upstairs, looking at the countryside pass, thousands of miles away from the mountains.

Several degrees of acacia to the moon, lonely world visitor.

"Su Twilight Acacia"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

The beginning of the month is oblique, and the clouds are falling. Mangosteen cross eyebrows, eyebrow lock three autumn water.

Clouds protect the wind and the waves are weeping. Qing Dai's marriage seems to continue to be windy.

Obsessed, thousands of miles. Don't chase after it, your eyes are full of incense.

Lou Jing lantern ming lian yan character. Night and night, ask the taste of lovesickness.

"Seven Laws of Dragon Boat Friends About Mountaineering"

The mountain is high and the stone is wide and strange, and the prosperity is clear and self-reliant.

Ye Xing unforgettable Xiang He thin, Jun En Shang remembers Wolong Zhen.

Three cups live up to the wordless oath, a smile still sings a little pro.

Wooden leaves fluttering can play in the water, thousands of flowers to report the ghost.

"Seven Absolutes: The Night Before the Dragon Boat Festival"

The silk painting fan is two leisurely, and the hottest fly is beautiful and resting at first sight.

Sitting alone in the night of sleeping and pity candles, it is like the treasure mirror beam west building.

Seven Laws: Half-World Poems

Half-world Qing Gao Road is leisurely, spinning horses leaping xianzhou.

Yamashiro sang the wine song Jiangyue, and Nogishi held a pole to drive a seagull.

The two eyes read the remnants of the ancient hatred, and Qianfeng saw all the water and heaven.

The spring breeze does not need to lean on it, and the shooting tiger deceives people without turning their eyes.

"Seven Absolute Journey Miscellaneous Poems"

(i)

The eaves are quiet and icy, and the old house people move to see the tears.

The deserted countryside of The Brigade is late, and the frost marks illuminate the half-sad autumn.

(ii)

Fragrant clouds do not hinder the slope of the rain curtain, independent long days to see the evening flowers.

A smile jiang heart autumn is wide, He Zeng has been on the water surface of the wind maple.

(iii)

The lonely boat is far away without clouds, and dares to borrow the wind soul to paddle the paddle.

Why should the water rush and let the river flow.

"Water Tune Song Head : Cursive Writing on the Way Back to Gan"

Text/Tianya is a tired guest

Spring tastes like flowers and trees, and wine enters the poetry line.

Looking back at the bus, Jianghan and Han are two blank.

In the past, I was afraid that the flood waves would be difficult to cross, and now I hate the flat boat without a master, and the personnel has gone through vicissitudes.

Only lingyou, Meiyuan is a fragrance.

Red dust is bitter, the flow of years is fierce, and the sigh is cold.

The heart is lonely, and the late autumn is often bathed in moonlight frost.

Wait for me to pass on the name of Huaxia, and Eryang whip and horse, poetry and wine laughing oblique sun.

Tiger eye He Kan tears, online casting chapters.

"Water Tune Song Head: Return from Visiting Jiangcheng and Sending Heavenly Diving"

It is also rare to get together, and it is also difficult to distinguish between them.

Where is the hero of the Tombs, the children dare to fight for spring!

The blue-eyed He was once charming, and the white-eyed He had to be jealous, and now he believes in rumors.

Mei Yuan can be a person, talking and laughing to purify the heart dust.

Former dynasties, contemporary scenes, more true than who.

The end of the world has traveled everywhere, and the wind and clouds have no roots.

After drinking, fill in the lyrics and compose music, wake up in the window to see the geese, and do not destroy the soul of the hometown.

A thousand autumn moons, looking at me and Jun.

"Water Tune Song Head · Gift Rain Allure City"

Yu Ben was tired of being a guest and was anchored at the end of the world.

But smell a little care, the warmth feels the same yarn.

Half a life of wind and food sleeping, several times the knife light blood shadow, thus painful scars.

After putting the wine at dusk, the fluttering face is a flying flower.

Aria long tone, big letters, sigh home.

Twisting whiskers a few times, the front and back of the person sighed strangely.

The heart is high and the sky is high, the dust under the feet is low, and the sunset is in the eyes.

Fortunately, you poured rain and washed the sand in my eyes.

"Water Tune Song Head Boating Cave Garden"

The Xiangshui is casual, and the boats are leisurely swinging.

There is no need to cross the waves, the gulls are dancing.

Reflecting the clouds and the sky is like a painting, swaying and dancing, and hundreds of sails on the lake.

Looking at the waves of the eyes, the heavens and the earth are covered with smoke.

Poetry is like weeping, the body must be sacrificed, and the wine is present.

Mo Yan was as old as water, and his sideburns were even more worried.

I like to see the boat racing, laughing at the wind and waves, wading into danger and daring to come to the abyss.

Send me the east wind is positive, a thousand miles of sunny days.

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!