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Luo Chong: "A window of lotus shadow sad blue, full of durian flowers into the eyes" poetry collection

Luo Chong: "A window of lotus shadow sad blue, full of durian flowers into the eyes" poetry collection

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Luo Chong, a native of Kaizhou, Chongqing, has been teaching for several years and is now serving in a grass-roots procuratorate in Chongqing. Adhering to the creative principle of "knowing the past and advocating the present, seeing the situation with ability", we insist on recording life and lyrical temperament with classical poetry.

"Village Dawn"

The wind rests for a long time, and the sky is clear and the sun is comfortable.

In the sound of chirping birds, dawn to Lin Lu.

"Early Spring Pond"

The curved water contains smoke and moss, and the wind blows the willow leaves to yellow.

Poor is the most peach blossom rain, falling pink and red and delicate pond.

"Summer Solstice"

The wind is blowing, and the mountain city is still clear in May.

A window of lotus shadow sad blue, full of durian flowers into the eyes.

"Li Qiu"

The southwest is full of fire, and the red clothes are thick and thick.

A night of rain for no reason, as far as the heart of the autumn.

"A Tree in Nanshan"

Neon is seen under Saga Mountain, and the lights are built from west to east.

The sound of the Thousand Years River cannot flow, and the city was originally in the picture.

"After the heavy snow, I see the flowers bloom in the middle of the moon in the garden"

Light yellow is planted casually, and the small flowers are near the balcony.

The chrysanthemum color should be reduced by frost, and the flower does not bloom in the moon.

"Sending Xing embedded Liu Han seed plum sentence"

Cold smoke and wild water meet the end of the world, and the rice is rolled up in the sunset.

Long is a guest of Dongbin Mountain, planting plum blossoms since hoeing the bright moon.

"Xin Ugly Autumn Day Over Jiazhou"

Pilgrimage to Lingyun Temple, come and travel from the dust.

Lingfeng Zhan Bao Statue, Miaojing Sub-Zen Boat.

The snow gushes three rivers, and the sky hangs a vein.

Leshan also enjoys water, Linshu sand gulls.

"Climbing the Golden Dome of Mount Emei"

Bo Zhong Kunlun Land, the Buddha's light is now open.

Smoke and jade tiles, Xia fell on yaotai.

The peaks emerge from the shadows, and the sun comes from the cloud poles.

On the crowd, you can get rid of dust.

The courtyard is fragrant and moonlit, and the pond water is filled with the sound of frogs.

The best place in the four time scenes, do not let idle and worry together.

"Celebrating the Centenary of the Founding of the Communist Party of China"

Shenzhou has now changed to a new heaven, and the world has been prosperous for exactly a hundred years.

In order to have a dry city to protect the country, faith knows that the spark can burn the plains.

The three mountains were moved to two mountains, and the masses were exchanged for the safety of the masses.

Langmiao Xinduo chopper hand, and soup like cooking.

"To the Chicken Crown Stone Across the Tongluo Gorge Road"

The hao qi is slightly distant, and the autumn color of the gorge and river is looking forward to the harvest.

The thousand peaks across the shore are like a standoff, and the water flows according to the cliffs.

Birds of prey to the misty forest, light gulls under jagged smoke waves.

Recruit people do not feel that the cold river is shallow, and the wind is good to let go of the boat in the coming day.

"Touching the Fish, Reading Li Yishan's Feelings"

To the west wind, the sun is clear and rainy, and the pot sits alone in autumn.

Masonry also quietly rested now, feeling that this exposed court was firmly falling.

Desert.

Outside the thousand obstacles, the clouds are deep and the Mandarin Duck Pavilion is not visible.

The material should be thin.

NaiYu Yan is difficult to rely on, and after years of heart traces, The Ruler Su is even Atto.

Changting Road, the situation is still as faint as yesterday, poor Lao Yan into each other.

At that time, whoever was dancing together was left with nothing.

Empty and lonely.

Sadness is that the return has not been promised before the reward.

How to be happy.

But Rong and low groan, Yantai new sentences, day and night shadows mottled.

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