Selected poems| the countryside has been far away since ancient times, don't go to the rare occasion

"Nguyen Lang Gui Self-Deprecating"

Text/East Side

A pot of turbid wine drunk in the West Chamber. Sheng Ge people cut off their intestines.

I heard the rain knocking on the window again. Xiao Lai has a long dream.

Warblers gossip, bath morning light. Pond lotus incense in front of the court.

Hurriedly, I wandered on my own. It's not that Junlang anymore.

"Seven Absolute Escapes"

Text/Qin in Yuanfang

Living in a secluded place to cultivate the heart, there is no noise in the burrow.

Close your ears and don't covet the window, hugh huajing stained the body.

"Seven Absolute Pity"

Mistakenly but the flowering period is regretted, but pity the calyx bud hidden deep in the garden.

The spring breeze is stingy and late, and has gone to Rouge how to find the soul.

"Seven Absolute Pen and Ink Fun"

Hanhai Yangfan I sing my own song, pen mountain trek to find words.

Miaoshi stirs up the sound of gold bottles, and it is difficult to suppress the dancing of neon clothes.

"Seven Absolute Chun Ang"

A hundred flowers set up a feast to attract bees and butterflies, and the soft sound of the qinse accompanied by birdsong.

Winding path gallery forest, pond fish idle water wave cultivation.

"Red Willow Yin"

Text/Spring and Autumn

Wearing a red feather hat of Wusun, the wind came to grace Na's waist.

Where mayela flew, the song entered the blue night.

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Text/North Sheep

Xia Fu opened the window of Xiao Xuan again, and let the wind blow the jade and cool.

The past is a dream, and the moonlight is pouring over the frost.

"The Farmer's Barn"

The cold and heat are busy in the fields, and the melons and fruits are like rich and bitter rice sorghum.

Enjoy the pleasant scenery of the farmhouse, and no one smells the smell of sweat.

"Seven Absolutes Back home"

After several years of leaving the hometown, the old branches rested in front of the old Yantang.

The wall broke the garden Xiao Ying's tears, like smoke in the past is difficult to chase.

Traces of Life

Text/Zhang Jianping (Guizhou)

The wind and rain hit the wind and rain, and the falcon pigeons fainted and fell.

There are still ephemerals dancing, and white hair is always bitter.

"The Full Moon of Man: How Much Desolation Is The Dream"

Text/Lee Ka Wing

How much desolation is left in dreams, and even more desolate in heavy dreams.

The sparse place, the night light, a little toad light.

Qing song jade flute, yellow flowers and white geese, read to Xiao Niang.

The garden is full of cane leaves, like a sword, cutting the melancholy intestines.

"Don't Chang Ting"

Xiao Xiao twilight rain do not long pavilion, damage but red face old but warbler.

Looking at the broken creek bridge, the water is thin, and Xu Feiqiong is not seen at the end of the world.

"Seven Absolutes, Zhanghuang Creek Every Snow Forgot To Return"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

Pale plum blossoms with a stream, white snow stepping on new mud.

The countryside has been far away since ancient times, don't go to the hard times.

"Seven Absolutes , Gangchon Osmanthus Creek "

Shu Dao Peak Gao Tian dared to pick up, and Yun Kaiyan fell to the heart of the flower.

Compete for the moon sister to get drunk in the cup, good water through the stone on the piano.

"Seven Absolutes: Visiting the Old Home"

The swallows fly low to the old home, and the east wind calls the rain to run the plum blossoms.

The high-rise shadow is close to the initial heart drum, and the situation is enjoyed by the purple xia in the long sky.

"Seven Absolutes: The Hometown"

Qu Yun is low in his hometown, and the cold wind can be thin and plum blossoms.

The original intention of the peak and the distant shadow is to see the sun obliquely in the long sky.

"Seven Absolutes: Two Poems for Sending Friends on a Journey"

(i)

The travel companion Spring Wind Heart has belonged, and the departure from home is still willowy and soft.

Jun qianye a thousand cups drunk, this go to Jiangnan do not say sorrow.

(ii)

Luo Rui ruthlessly did not mirage and floated to Changzhou overnight.

The leaves of the clouds are far away, and the green mountains and rivers flow freely.

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!