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Jin Yan: "Moon also thinks of people hanging dizzy, wind and prodigal son abandon no trace" | [useless set]

Jin Yan: "Moon also thinks of people hanging dizzy, wind and prodigal son abandon no trace" | [useless set]

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Jin Yan, Doctor of Laws, President of the Legal Poetry Society. Published a collection of poems, "Few Works: A Book of Two Places of Legal Poetry".

Poetry view: "Poetry is beautiful, words are short and long".

【Acacia】

A glass of wine to send acacia, when chanting side hat words.

The wind is winding month by month, and the words on the paper are crazy.

Painting fan sad prince, crazy mu zizhi.

Dusty Beijing national guest, a glass of wine to send lovesickness.

Note: Written for the poem of the same title of the Legal Poetry Society "Acacia".

【Night Title Spring Breeze Dream】

The dream of crossing the spring wind is also scorched, and the Cangshan Mountains are hidden and winding.

This incense burner is exhausted, and the soul of several generations is sold off to offset the debt.

The song under the moon loses the song, and the wonderful dance in the world is tired and brutal.

Born not to be a getaway, he poured soft sausages with wine.

Note: Winter, night dream of spring wind, write poems to remember.

【Moon Thoughts】

Dim into the cold dusk, ten miles long street around the village.

The moon is also hanging in the halo, and the wind and the prodigal son abandon the traceless.

The soul is like smelling plum blossoms, and the snow is difficult to be sick and the wine is warm.

The motor was stunned, and it was a blessing to be mediocre.

【Yulou Spring Tanabata Night】

The moon in the building is covered with hidden eyebrows, and the breeze is covered.

Knocking on the window, the autumn rain turned into tears, and the night poets were like waterfalls.

The locust flowers are fragrant, and the pieces of words are full of branches.

In the coming year, when I meet the king again, I will live alone.

【Yulou Spring Changchun Night Thought】

Autumn on earth Spring City is early. Mu also Xiao Xiaoyun also jiao.

The wind blows the fragrance of sideburns and flowers, and the eagles and finches climb the stairs.

Qinggang is replaced by a silken old man. Ten Mile South Lake is just right.

Laugh and forget about how late the willow is, in exchange for the pillow of disgust.

【Nian Nu Jiao, New Year's Eve Occasional Mail】

Cold birthplace, is fragrant plum hidden, depression this season.

Repair bamboo is miserable and condensed in the evening blue, and the snow is quiet and quiet.

Gu Ying Tanuki, a lost flock of lonely birds, should understand its meaning.

When shan shan was in, the lights of the city were passed.

Game. Chess in the world, dreams in life, the shortest heroism.

Che Ma Lou Tai Gong and Karma, it is even difficult to send this evening.

Wing Moon Ice Soul, Wing Wind Wither leaves, sighing words on paper.

Over the years, the yuan has been chanted.

【Nian Nu Jiao, Ci Yun Jianxun Brother as Tanabata Words】

Penglai across the sea, Ren Qingxuan Zi min, several people as before.

Hate to fight with the double stars for loneliness, and set up a wall of wind and dust.

The red curtain is sparse, the head is haggard, and the broken strings are woven.

Song Qiao is interesting, forgetting the river cup of water is difficult to borrow.

Wear out the purslane,

Dream soul sleeves, regret and pity.

Every bit of light was tears, and Taodu listened to the flute.

Gulls and herons chirp, the waves are stacked, and there is no impermanence.

Ask Heaven if you know, see Zhu upside down into Bi.

Note: Attached to the original jade:

【Nian Nu Jiao Tanabata】

Liu Jianxun

The times come and go, the good times are good, and the past is traced.

Don't be the milky way after the flow, in vain illuminate the iron wall of the Canglu.

YunHai Sheng Zhen, Qiong Gong Machine Zhuan, cold and winding like weaving.

The human world is pitched, and the curtains are in a storm.

Like this bluegrass floating wave,

Agarwood burns embers, often empty pity.

Night and night to watch the stars disappear again, blowing the reed flute of manchuan.

The shadow of the bridge is faint, the magpie mark is ethereal, and the traces of the year are trance.

Vast white dew, a day of clear and cold blue.

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