Poet Profile
Liu Jianxun, Beijing municipal worker, legal person.
Two songs of "Five Laws and Silver Wedding"
One
The road is short, waiting for the expedition.
Chu Yun compared to the wings, vanilla from the siege of the city.
The fireworks are hard to break, and the line is hidden to see that it has been flattened.
The sandbank is pregnant with geese, and the strings are cut and chirped.
Second
Ping Shui is casual and unintentional, and cares about the old Yizhen.
The road is long and warm, and the flowers fall late.
The vicissitudes of the sea are floating, and the cold window promotes the knees.
Fengtai remains in rhyme, looking at each other with white heads.
"Five Laws of Li chun"
The handle of the bucket returns to YinZheng, and the tour wave is still small.
The mud melts the moss to see green, and the fog warms the willow smoke.
Short sideburns suspect new snow, clear exile wild boat.
Why the wind is strong, and the stone shore also flies.
Two songs of "Five Laws of Rain"
The demeanor is sunny and close, and the cheap fiber looks at the credit.
Grass youth one night, the embers of the shadow of a thousand homes.
Ask the fishing pond when shallow, call friends shoot buds.
The heart period becomes an eye, and the gong Shaohua is handed over.
The wild overlook is faint, and the lush grass and trees are first.
A ride will be green water, and there will be no frost days.
Far away from the guo guo dangerous path, the slanting sun under the boat.
Lanling returns to the guest wine, zero rain before the flowers.
"Five Laws and Shangyuan"
Fireworks look at the fence, and the sound of spring is getting stronger.
The full moon people are independent, and the mountain path is thousand heavy.
Gathering and scattering even the new year, the pond platform is from the old appearance.
Su'e smokes and listens to the twilight bell.
Two songs of "Five Laws and Stings"
Clouds and thunder are born in the sea, and the miasma dawns to collect.
White birds are new visitors, and green mountains are like old tourists.
The tide rises to unravel the cable, and the ice cracks and gushes.
In the cage, the high sky broke through the wall and begged.
Bo Eunuch became a prisoner brigade, perched and traveled far away.
Talking about the machine with the passengers, the hip meat near the saddle frightened.
The Golden Drum Huacheng was angry, and the wind was cold and dysprosium.
In the pale spring color, how to comfort the rest of your life.
"Five Laws of Youchun"
Qikuo Lin Tian Jiu, Taoyuan still has a village.
The snow in the mountains is thin, and the sunset in the corner of the building is dusk.
The flowers of the secluded valley are particularly victorious, and the birds of the high sky are not traced.
Chang'an Hua covered with full, and the relocators were discussed with whom.
"Qinyuan Spring, Xin Ugly Mid-Autumn Festival"
Huafu Sheng song, embroidered brocade deep, pearl bucket light.
The west wind is rising, and the pot is white;
East hedge desert, Langyuan Fontaine.
Should be a matter of things, plot a case,
Hanging on the wall minghong to take pictures.
Knowing the age of late, painting ordinary bone phases, smiling cicada crowns.
Time to come to treasure reunion. Only creation, yin and yang are accidental.
The secluded place of The Former Changsha, the Fish Book and the Letter;
Summoners, vanilla whips.
Taishi article, pick up the sound law,
Pay for the tea and make up the wine.
Blowing candles, listening to the decay of the night, pillow rain deep sleep.
"He Xinliang Mountain Residence Night Drink"
Autumn and autumn.
Illuminating the yuyang, the sparse forest, the frost red shadow chaos.
Ask where the warblers are,
Raise your eyes to shake the geese.
There are thousands of valleys left, and a thousand mountains are broken.
Over the bustling into simplicity,
More line, sleeves wind and dust scissors.
Where the prison falls, yellow chrysanthemum dyeing.
Every year this will know who is healthy.
Xi Pingwu, amorous and gifted, Lianchang Palace.
Pan-stemmed drifting ping is unrecognizable,
Look at the weeds and flowers.
Remember the pavilion north, agarwood complains.
Feasting and Qingqing are awake drunkards,
Only Rouyi, Yulu Raised An Eyebrow.
Floating white, poured ice charcoal.
"LinjiangXian, on the first day of September, the white grass climbed to see the heavy snow"
The cane and the mango shoes helped the sick, and the forest was deep and the grass was white and white.
The sky was silent.
The rock is a thousand feet, and the bones are light for a while.
It is as if you are swimming outside the square, and you don't ask about the clouds.
Ziyun upstairs remembers Chang Gung.
The west wind blows the word goose, and the ruins are from life.
"Butterfly Love Flower, Simagou Cherry Valley View Maple"
The peaks of Jimuguan Mountain are small.
The moon sets in the sun, and the line is divided into dawn.
Look at Bi Cheng Zhu bullets don't tune.
Smoke twilight to induce birds.
Strange on the high wind to the far side.
Hide with the house, and make a trickle of sweeps.
The ugly alley is also good.
Cloud truffle chrysanthemum cream canopy.
Two songs of "Huan Xi Sha Farewell"
Smoke in the mirror leaks sand.
Hurry to the end of the road to collect the car.
Chang'an looked back at the sunset.
Commanding time and stone fire,
Ponder the shape of the diamond flower.
Confusion is the end of the world.
The strings and columns whisk dust to move the other business.
The fringe is red.
Move the yin bamboo thin to see the cool weather.
The avenue is covered with smoke,
Cold cup boiling blood to help the ileum.
The shadow of the Soul Destroyer Hangs the Stars.
"Nian Nu Jiao, Twilight of the Year"
The years of the remnants are exhausted, and the spring letters are not relied upon, and a few are consumed.
Gu Pan Qingyang was gone, and the yellow clouds were stacked.
The red sleeves are dusty, the golden blade is soaked in cold, and the dark turns to Fanghua.
The stars sink into the blue sea, and whisper when the grass window is.
Imagining the lonely hall of mourning, the high city leaving the rope, a tianya brigade.
The dance hall song beam is still alive today, and has ascended the staff several times.
Go back to the head of the Yan Building, blossom strangely, and listen to the ghost song.
The westerly wind shook and the remnants of the leaves flew like rain.
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