【Poetry Yearbook】
Semi-hermit Five Laws of Xin and Ugly are self-selected
About the Author
Ban Yinlu, real name Meng Xiangrong, Chu Renju Yue, university professor. Now he is also the poetry editor of the Yunfan Poetry Friends Association, and the judge of the first Yunfan Poetry Friends Selection and Evaluation Activity.
Twilight
Mozi old bamboo, breath to see the heart of the mountain.
After the epidemic, I was still timid, and the dream of spring return was over.
Turn over the garden to plant leeks, and play the piano in your ears.
Relatives and friends can still add a few gold if they ask each other.
Gengzi Chinese New Year's Eve
Years apart from Judas as a guest, nostalgia with whom to cut.
Advise the wine glass to be full, and the pregnant people will not come to the moon.
Deeply worried about the fashion epidemic, the fear of old age.
The mouth of the gorge is not open, and it is hard to guess by the column.
Xin Ugly visits his sick sister on the first day
The new Zhengguan is deep, and the sea and the sun are shining.
The keepers are still sleepy, and the falling flowers are not light.
After years of being a distant guest, I miss my family affection at this time.
Knowing that longgang was near, he was shocked.
Early walk in the mountains
Manglin collects dew, and the dawn scatters spring smoke.
The trees are half green, and the grass is still with the old years.
Jiuyi lived in the foothills of the mountain, fortunately wearing a holy pilgrimage to the heavens.
In the evening, xu supports the staff, and there is no need to feel zhongxuan.
Bound for Mt. Kasuga
A path divides the city, and the spring road is not credited.
Whoever is in charge of the hill, the wild flower blossoms.
The wind is quiet and the clouds are perched on the trees, and the empty blue sun sits on the ya.
The light is within reach, and it is forgotten at the end of the world.
Yu YiDu Sturgeon Valley Sense
The big fish is in the north of the sea, and the miles are traveling.
Who cares about the qingjiang river, the sturgeon is actually here.
The ghost dive is mysterious and leaps into a dragon.
Envy has no home, and the heart is also from heaven.
From the Zhijiang River into Yichang
The road enters Yiling Road, and the mountains and rivers are higher and higher.
The gorge wind blew far away from the fog, and Tian Yan tried the chicks.
It is difficult to ask, and there has never been a commotion.
The Ayutthaya brothers are here, and they can rest in the dust for the time being.
I return
I'm late in the spring, and spring is white tung flowers.
The gorge is still emaciated, and the high city is even more superimposed.
Who knows the taste of the world, here to send careers.
For a long time, no one knew, and the crescent moon came out of the east mountain.
Late at night
Late at night, the rain is in the river city.
The night wind blows, and the garden flower dew is lit.
Sit facing the mountain and watch the water travel freely.
Xiang Yue knows few people, so he is in love with guests.
Over the cliff gate
The cliffs and mountains have not sunk to the ground, and the water is poor.
The sun is warm and green, and the time is flat and bloody.
There is pity for the emperor, and there is no word for sin.
The sea is light, and the kapok is even red.
Swim again in the summer at the mouth of the reservoir
The grass knows me deeply, and the waterway is connected.
The scorching sun can make a fire, and the clouds do not send wind.
A mountain inhabits crane trees, a few anglers.
Hungry at noon, Lychee Garden is in the east.
Read the "Poetry Manuscript of Saito Sai" and send it to Cui Gong
Hold an open roll and get a breeze in the middle of summer.
Three thousand pieces of pearls and jade, ten years of star frost.
The old neighbor Bai Fu, Su Jie imitated Tao Gong.
Poetry wine flat business, not with the big Jiangdong.
Sitting on the balcony, there are praying mantises flying to, lingering, for the endowment
I want to sit down and drive it away.
For a while, they become distant guests, and they are slanting in the same direction.
Dare to say that the mountains and rivers are small, and I sincerely know Erruwei.
Speechless and unspoken, autumn is full of forest.
Teacher's Day tidying up the shoe cabinet, and see the cloth shoes left by the mother
As before, it was slightly dusty.
Thinking about where the people are, the tailor kisses himself.
Seeing the pain of life, he wanted to wet the cloth towel.
Whoever hates this is the same, but he can sin greatly.
Autumn sense
The fire clouds do not flow, where there is autumn.
Fear of heat and late opening of chrysanthemums, greedy early gulls.
Who can all rain and dew, the moon from the ditch.
The crowd is boiling out, and no one is guilty of the day.
Sleepless
Sleepless knows, so sit up late at night.
I want the wind to stimulate dreams, and turn the moon to move the heart.
Xiao Xiao crossed the fence and silently put on the placket.
Beyond the suspense of a thousand mountains, someone played the suqin.
The mountain walked to the brother to the noon rhyme
In the autumn half, there is no fire, and the sun is bright.
The windy mountain whispered to itself, afraid of the sound of the net birds swallowing.
Destiny is great, and no saint is light.
Wait for the rain, and try to walk idly along the way.
Buyuan Yunfeng and The Brother of the Runaway Residents over the Tianshan Poem
The heavens are the only ones who are majestic, and they look up to the gods.
Good poetry Tang Yue, like blowing the great Han wind.
The imperial map changes with the times, and the blood of war has always been the same.
When a gentleman is in the Qing Dynasty, An can keep the poor.
Thoughtful
Qi Kuo knows what age he is, don't be Junyun Water Town.
A few autumn orchids were dewy, and the north wind was cool that night.
Did not allow the same twilight, turned to pity the participation in the business.
The poem has nothing to send, and the empty goose comes to fly.
Hike the Dragon River
Far from asking for ferry, feel free to enjoy the smoke.
The field is ripe and fragrant invades the rice, and the water is clear and the fish is afraid of people.
Thorny Heaven Forest, Maundy-footed Yi Gull Neighbor.
The ruins smell chicken dogs, and Yuzi can avoid Qin.
Travels sit overnight
There is no insect whispering night, and occasionally feels dew zero autumn.
The moon is actually hidden, and the stars are sparse or flowing.
At this time, it is advisable to sleep and dream, but some guests go upstairs.
As if to compete to sit with him, the peaks competed for the head.
Golden Buddha Peak View Terraces
Qingxiao buried the dragon's back and dissolved into an unknown year.
Muscle branch, spirited Ida.
I came to autumn rice ripening, ridge stack brocade spiral.
The wind is like breathing, and the promise should be frightened to sleep.
Clear rain
The clouds are gone, and the rain comes and goes.
Yellow flowers do not pity the disease, red leaves are good inscription poems.
Idle but pro book cover, dream he dry wine.
The long trip should be expected, when it is sunny.
Autumn evening look
Landing should be sent to the eyes, Wanli is in the autumn.
The better the long air goose, the more not returned to the sea boat.
The high city is obliquely under the sun, and the mountain is contemplative.
Don't dare to expect a new moon, born just like a hook.
Two days before Chongyang, he climbed Mount PoJi with his friends
The wind and day in Akiyama are good, and the guests are rugged.
White sideburns and hats, yellow flowers belong to spring.
Le can add wine, and the poems belong to the literati.
A roar startled the forest bird and flew down the far hazel.
Autumn day trip to The New Meeting Bird Paradise
How fortunate the heron bird is, dez YunShui Township.
A river circle wetland, a single tree breeding paradise.
Good sucking morning dew, idle at the end of the month light.
More without worries, not envious of the special party.
Su Xiaoqi Three Valleys Xiaozhu Yueming Brother from The City of Grasshoppers came to set up wine for Yu Yuxing
Twilight descended from the Ridge, and the three valleys suspended the clouds.
Jiajing really labors me, and he answers the jun with high feelings.
Still long on the wine, not as good as the fine balance of text.
Mingdan rivers and lakes are far away, and the autumn wind chases geese.
Tour the Tianmu Grand Canyon
The multitudes are divided into heavens and the earth, and the east and the west are steep.
Deep clouds and rain, cold trees and flags.
The torrential stream sounds, and the birds through the forest follow.
Bitan Xin took a picture and did not smile at the old frost silk.
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