Selected poems| three glasses of old wine drunk without words, half-rational wide shirt for travelers

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Text/North Sheep

In this life, there are vicissitudes of doing nothing, and everything is full of frost.

The young man has a dream of science and technology, but in late autumn, he is accompanied by the fragrance of falling flowers.

At four o'clock, the wind and things are generous, and the green water and green mountains fly far away.

Cold and warm self-aware of their duties, a pot of old wine drunk in the sun.

Partridge Heaven Re-Endowment

Text/East Side

Sunset on the Western Mountains, for the Qing to give partridge heaven.

The first mill lake mirror people sparse shadows, late on the lantern night.

Throw away old thoughts and renew your face. Half a volume of su notes to the heartfelt words.

The song is a flow of the year, and the turbid wine is drunk.

"Quiet Night Has a Feeling"

Text/Scaleless

The curtains near the moon illuminate the heart of the guest, and the cloth shirt has the old residual temperature.

The two places across the river are light and light, and it will be interesting to dye the West Building.

"Seven Paintings of Lotus Flowers"

Text/Spring and Autumn

The room has the form of a lotus goddess, flying suspiciously and falling like a lotus goddess.

The flowers are still unsolved in winter, and the birds are over because they are happy to enter the picture screen.

"Minus Magnolia · Pre-Court Crest"

Text/Lee Ka Wing

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.

"Lotus Leaf Cup: An Autumn Rain in the Courtyard"

An autumn rain in the courtyard added to the bitterness.

Empty of this feeling, only now helpless to turn back to the corridor.

Cool or not? Cool or not?

"Seven Absolutes: Sending Off the Boat"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

Wine debt lights cold water mirror the same, relatives and friends sideburns of the west and east.

Look at the ancient moon acacia from afar, and sit in the boat to drive space.

"Seven Absolute Purple Pavilions"

The mirror turned luo skirt dreamed of itself, and the fragrant purple pavilion sang.

The lavender furnace wants to warm the moon and the concubine, covering the silver hook shadow emotionally.

"The Seven Laws of Drunkenness"

Han Mo wind blows new penmanship, looking at the hundred herbs to cure hunger and poverty.

Changyi's dream is still high, and the self-burial time has its authenticity.

Etiquette and righteousness should know that good things can be done, and the heart shape should not sigh for youth.

Three glasses of old wine are drunk without words, and half-rational wide shirts are travelers.

Miscellaneous Poems of the Year of the Ox

Niu Zhenghan inked the heavenly body, laughing at the spring breeze and recognizing poverty early.

It is planned to chase the war horse to the peak and the long flying cloud sea as a pedestrian.

Poetry books can be false, and who can have authenticity in the world.

Wanli liver and intestines are at will, and Dan Qing writes the spirit at the bottom of the pen.

"Seven Absolutes in the Old House"

The green mountains are ten miles deep in the twilight smoke, and the soul of the old house is under the moon.

Scattered when the fish jumped on its own, thinking about the past Xie Niangxin.

"Seven Absolute Rainbows"

A city is like a dragon, bearing the heavens and the earth.

The amorous water is frequently laughed, and it is easy to think of it for many years.

"Seven Absolutes, Two Poems of Nanjian in the Town of Taming the Dragon"

(i)

Cang Yan Snow stained his hair and was shy, and he didn't turn his head back.

Suddenly, I met outside the South Stream, and the moon flowed by his water.

(ii)

The stars across the shore resemble morning glory, but in the middle is the ferry.

Cute spring to Nanyuan land, coveting the moonlight alone sleep sorrow.

"Queqiao Xian Li Qingzhao"

Text/Tianya is a tired guest

Attacking flowers is evil, the curtain curtains are thin, and they often remember gambling books and tea fun.

Sycamore drizzle and other idle, ninety thousand miles, wind peng difficult to lift.

Piao Ping's life, dream traces of the homeland, graceful and talented woman.

If it is not a bitter tear in the stone, how can it be, and the sad words are as promised.

"Queqiao Xian Shigejiu"

Students make ink, mountains and rivers create dangers, and Xiaoju condenses frost alone.

The autumn harvest wants to appreciate the good windy days, and it is inexhaustible, and the flowers are as thin as the flowers.

Wind and rain in a foreign land, the taste of loneliness, but also as a delicacy under the wine.

It is clear that last night's pillow lovesickness, just in time for ascension.

"Queqiao Xian Qiuyue"

Stealing incense and stealing jade, peeking into the window, what is the difference between heaven and earth.

Like smoke like water to make people think, the most afraid of the mid-autumn festival.

With clouds to reveal, make frost raw cold, breed yellow flowers are amazing.

BingXin can learn from the ancient and modern, what to say, yin and yang.

"Queqiao Immortal Faith"

Pear blossoms bring rain, high walls out of apricots, but not outside the Qingqing me.

The tung changes color early in autumn, how to recognize, maple red as fire.

Jiang Mei hugged the snow, yan frost Mu Ju, not only difficult and bumpy.

In the lonely jade pot of the original heart, there was that and Xiangshan sitting alone.

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!