Ranger: The strange teenager in the poetry scrolls, good at ancient style poetry, poetic style and ancient style rhyme.
"Five Words of Ancient Wonder"
Contemporary/Ranger
Caption: Night return to hear the birds singing their voices like the birds of the family mountain because of the question...
Long Moon Blue Sky,
Breeze between the two trees.
Smell the spring birds from afar,
Straight suspect is the old mountain.
Published: April 16
《Nanako Koike》
Koike june to come good wind,
Business is melting.
Willow long fishing a flood of green,
The lotus cover hides a few dots of red deeply.
〖《Chinese New Rhyme》11 Geng〗
Published: December 4, 2018
"Seven Absolutes: Afternoon Is Happening"
Sparse foliage,
Green shadow jagged on paper.
The afternoon view is sleepy,
When you hear the chirping of birds two or three times.
"Seven Absolutes: Reading Poetry of Poetry and Feelings of Seven Perfections"
Flowers blossom thanks several times through the eyes,
Years and years of rain and wind,
Put the wine into the spring and go again,
The old reminiscences are empty.
February 2019
"Seven Absolutes , Jiangnan Chunji Rhymes A Certain Junzuo"
Flowers all over the peach mountain song all over the river,
Green poplar flying swallow grass like smoke.
If the spring light is this king,
And get the flute to do the wine boat.
〖《Chinese New Rhyme》Eight Cold〗
Published: March 11
"Five Laws and Lyrics"
What I have noticed in my life is not writing articles.
It should be ashamed to groan for a long time, and it is too long to be shocked.
The mountain is He Junwei, and I am very desolate.
Elegant and elegant, who dares to be virtuous?
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Note (1) The mountain: "The mountain rises, the scenery stops." "Analects": Yan Yuan sighed: "Look up to Migao, drill MiJian." Looking ahead, suddenly in the back. The Master follows the good and seductive, and he gives me a text, and asks me to be polite, and he can't stop wanting. If I have exhausted my talents, if I have a meritocracy, although I want to follow it, the end is also the cause. ”
(2) Xianzai: Confucius's words of praise.
Published: March 31
"Seven Laws: Spring Rain Xiaohan by Column"
Xiao Xiao rained in the north window last night, and the material was as steep as autumn.
The warblers do not smell the green of the garden, and the spring clouds are high and the morning breeze is cool.
The fog collects the mountains and the sky, and the water rises and returns to the boat across the river.
Thinking that the cave court should be just right, Yue Yang upstairs to cang.
"Chinese New Rhyme" Ten Tang