Selected poems| do not wait for tenderness to stand in the world, and sway with the wind and water

"Ping"

Text/Rabbit Wave

Fei Fei plum rain washes the streamer, and the broken stem is full of lotus ponds every year.

In March, the poplar flowers are hanging in the blue, and half a pond of green algae is broken into waves.

The wind is uncertain, and the waves are lonely.

To send QingYi lotus, Fu Rong He Nian a yellow sorghum.

"Zhaoling Ancient Pine"

Text/North Sheep

Before the sun fell, the shadows of the trees were colorful and grassy.

The cypress is covered by the sun, and the pine is unique in the sky.

"A Cut of Plum, Walking in the Lotus Pond"

Text/Deep Valley Youlan, Lin Er

Lotus blossoms bloom after the rain. The scenery is beautiful and the wind is quiet, and the troubles are thrown away.

The nest is still nesting at sunset. Touching the scene, the clothes are fluttering.

Tears welled up in both places. Counting the return date, the worries are difficult to dispel.

The heart is messy and tormented. Twist the pen into a book, and the wild goose will carry it.

"Seven Absolute Yong Lotus"

Text/East Side

Unconventional and fresh, not stained with dust, fragrant and elegant and mellow.

Zhongtong calls out to the gentleman, and the world comes out of the mud to clean itself.

"Taibai"

Text/Zhang Jianping (Guizhou)

Literary talent into the path of the difficult, through the Japanese cizhang who shi immortal.

Kuang Fang's life was contrary to his intentions, and he called the wine sword for money.

"Title Cattle Herding Diagram"

Text/Lee Ka Wing

The boy herds the cattle, and the stone walks the road.

Songs send the sunset, poetry books hang on the horns.

"The Use of The Wheel grid"

Hedgehog cold pond fishing wild smoke, evening wind sparse willow town pity.

Whoever changes the scenery must be changed, and the moon is fifteen circles to the wave heart.

Where to find a place to find a place to wake up?

The white gulls should be sad at this point, and the night by the bridge is noisy.

"Wing Qiu Liu Uses Advance and Retreat"

Evening smoke around the haggard water, autumn full of Qinhuai belt sunset.

A piece of Xiao Shu approached the Han Garden, and a thousand miserable Sui causeways were blown away.

Last year, we sent Wang Sun Yuan, and today we reunite with Jingwufei.

I am used to watching the lonely geese fall in the cold pond, and I listen to the night crying by the bridge.

"The End of the World"

The twilight warbler cries tears, and the tears wet the old trees and flowers of the end of the world.

The flowers fall in the wind and the cool moon, and the cool moon still shines on the end of the world.

"Minus Magnolia · Pre-Court Crest"

In front of the court, a faint silver glow tonight moon.

Laurel perched crow, dew cold day cool through the tulle.

The end of the world, the guest travel alone only drunk.

Waking up and ascending the stairs, the plum blossom in the flute was alone.

"Dingfeng Wave, Xiao Tong Bian Boat Po Liu Bridge"

Small flat boat berth willow bridge, bamboo side sand outside the rain Xiao Xiao.

After the flowers on the ground are scattered, it is still the same, and the dusk turns boring in the end.

Alone on the small building to take an evening photo, laughing, red dust old dreams have followed the tide.

The past is long and empty, the province is dissipated, and only this long night is easy to lose the soul.

"Seven Absolute Plum Blossom Poems"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

(i)

I sighed at the moonlight when I was frosted, and I will not pay the poets in the next life.

Why should the ink stain people's bones, but a thousand lines of snow flowers.

(ii)

Immortal qingshan moon with xia, life wind and rain to keep fanghua.

Dan Xin realized that the soul was expensive, and a few thick alcohol asked the snow buds.

"Seven Absolutes: Return to Murakami"

Nai hugged Chun Yu Dream Jade Pulp, and returned to give guests to drink Qiong Qian.

The poet is lonely and calm, and he has a thousand incense in his heart.

"Seven Farewells"

The hazy road is narrow and leans on the river, and the bitter staff lingers to see the sunset.

Snow cold new branches, turned into a distant shore to protect plum blossoms.

"Seven Desperate Diseases"

Before the onset of human illness, loneliness still hangs in the heart of the night moon.

Don't wait for tenderness to stand in the heavens and the earth, and swing real gold with the wind and weak water.

"Seven Absolutes of Yong Bai Mei"

Bath bird heroic style embroidered axe light, and pro rich a pouring intestine.

Distant knowledge of the tired guest with the fading leaves, dreaming into the fairy heart white jade incense.

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!