"Seven Absolutes and Self-Reliance"
Text/Qin in Yuanfang
If you want to try the long pen wind sleeve hand, the shallow water is trapped in the light boat.
Jiangsha He obstructed the clouds from going, and the wooden pillars supported the vultures.
"Seven Wonders of Mercy"
The rain beat the banana beads scattered, and the wind shook the ginkgo biloba leaves.
The clouds move and the flowers and branches are chaotic, but may the heavens be merciful.
"Seven Absolutes, Fishing Crushing"
Xiaozhu Puxi idle fishing moon, willow silk probing the water Lingbo.
The fishing rod held high the bait and stirred up the smoke cloud to crush Su'e.
"Seven Absolutes and Departures from Dust"
Jushan does not ask about the red dust, and the trouble is often away from dirty people.
Shou Zhi zun is honest and open-minded, and the turbid stream is high.
"Huanxi Shaxia"
Text/East Side
The slopes are shaded with greenery. Cicadas chirp old willow birds chirp in the air. Heat waves are hard to stop Ziwei Red.
A stream of clouds sneaks into the painting, and the green lotus half an acre attracts the pupil. Mountains and rivers are a mixture of beauty.
Sauvignon Blanc
Text/Whitewater
It's a lot of fun. Dreams go on. Used to be a boat for Gangnam who tied a boat. I am also worried.
Hate. What's the reason for the tears. It should be a few degrees of autumn in life. Buried alone in the old state.
Sunflower Yin
Text/Spring and Autumn
A golden stream of the sun pours out, and the sandalwood heart recites spring and autumn.
Huan Gong should be envious of sunflower seeds, and once met the ancient hills of the Hou League.
"Wind into the pine, chaotic cicadas decay willow full of pond"
Text/Lee Ka Wing
The cicadas faded and the willows filled the pond, and the smoke broke the small bridge.
Poor flute of the west wind late, soul destroying the moon, shining on the water.
Looking back at the previous tears, low wandering is unparalleled since ancient times.
Chrysanthemums lingered around the south window, pondering late at night.
The white colt has a short stream of light across the gap, and after thinking about it, it is all sad.
At present, the autumn color of the East Lake has once been the spring light of the hometown.
"Water Dragon Yin Autumn Sense"
The empty court fell to the sound of the wu, and the traveler stood in front of the lonely steps.
The moon is as bright as water, the bamboo wall is picturesque, and I don't know what time it will be.
Yellow flowers under the fence, all changed, old colors.
Want to high-rise buildings overlook, the country and mountains, the north to the geese, the south to fly fast.
The past is hard to remember. Blown into silence by the westerly wind.
A little acacia, the night comes to fly in, the pillow poetry.
Wang Cang's mood, Ji Ying's thoughts, were the most difficult to clean up.
Listen, more miserable crickets, cry to the autumn wind.
"Seven Absolute Titles East Neighbor Magnolia Flowers"
Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)
White jade floating incense looks at the snow buds and welcomes the rhyme in the pen flowers.
Junshike laughed and looked for the seclusion, and when a flower opened, it was self-contained.
"Seven Absolute Pear Blossoms"
On a cold day with snow, the shadow of the tent is far away.
As if looking for the White Emperor in the human world, Qianlin let loose to the king.
"Seven Absolutes : Sojourn"
Xiao Se Luo is dressed in two places, and he has never dreamed of a cold current.
The shadows of the branches invaded the wind and dew, and the snow was clouded with moon sorrow.
"Seven Absolute Gengzi Year Year Tang Family Lane Poems II"
(i)
Near the moon, the purple qi of the people is still there, and the wind and bamboo sound the branches bend.
Si Lai ke pillow is difficult to calm, dream like a mountain in the front of the house.
(ii)
Unable to drift the moon, still remembering the time when Fang Fei was married.
Where is the wind and dust going? Plum blossoms wake up birds to cast branches.
"Seven Laws: Bar Girl"
Su Xue is facing the wind and is full of lust.
Lou Tingyu bone was sad and hateful, and Miao Bing was smiling and scornful.
The solo shadow shook and flew sleeves, and the acacia flashed back drunk.
It is rare to be delicate in the dream, and whisper to the world.
"Full Moon and Summer"
Text/Tianya is a tired guest
Sleep high under the camphor tree, and sleep under the head.
Flowers are graceful, bees are generous, and I see that I am lonely.
Frequent addition of cups, empty feelings, sideburns have been frosted.
Freehand in the forest, composing music next to the column, until the wife calls.
"Full Moon of Man, Yue Wangtai Feeling Nostalgia"
Lying on the salary and tasting the guts will eventually become a thing, and there is no choice but to go to the east.
The sparkling moon shatters, the wind sounds the flute, and the gull wings urge the boat.
Fushan New Knowledge, Red Chamber Old Yan, which is the prince?
Life is like a dream, ups and downs, waking up into the spring and autumn.
"The Full Moon of Man: Another Year of Tanabata Festival"
Mortals pay more attention to this night, pay attention to the gods.
Once upon a time, the legend was that now the festival is a marriage.
The river across the river is cold, the separation of the intestines is broken, and I see pity.
The empty window is boring, the acacia is too bitter, what a human world!
"Full Moon Lotus Baby"
A little boat like an arrow, the lotus girl went down to the lotus lake.
Green jade cup, red pink, sparkling pearl.
Waves blow fish hate, wind blow swallows annoy, and anglers cry out.
Ling Song was halfway through, Yan Ran smiled, and was drunk on Jin Wu.
"Full Moon, Little Snow Day Reminiscence"
The cup suddenly remembered this evening, thirty-nine years ago.
The hearth handles the cup, fills in the lyrics and composes the music, and gently touches the strings.
Relive old dreams, cover up your thoughts again, and don't see the flow of years.
Pushing the window to look at the distance, where the group of friends is, a cloud of smoke.
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!