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Macheng Literature Micro-Journal
Organizers
Macheng Poetry Society
Massachusetts Writers Association
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Li Chengyuan, born in 1944, retired teacher, calligraphy and writing enthusiast. He currently lives in Beijing.
Water tune song head
Song · Su shi
When is the moon? Ask the wine to qingtian. I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace. I want to go home by the wind, and I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the high places are cold. Dancing to find out the shadow, how it seems to be in the human world.
Turn zhu ge, low Qi household, no sleep. There should be no hatred, why should it be long to go to the other time? People have sorrows and joys, and the moon has clouds and sunshine, and this matter is difficult to complete. May people be long-lasting, and thousands of miles will be cherished together.
Yao pond
Don Lee Shang-yin
Yaochi Amu's window opened, and Huang Zhu sang and mourned.
Eight Jun traveled thirty thousand miles a day, and King Mu did not come back.
Su Curtain Shade
Song Fan Zhongyun
Blue clouds, yellow leaves, autumn colors and waves, cold smoke on the waves. The mountains reflect the slanting sun and the water, and the herbs are merciless, and they are even more outside the slanting sun.
Dark soul, reminiscent of the journey. Night and night unless, good dreams leave people to sleep. Mingyue Lou rested alone, and the wine fell into the intestines, turning into tears of lovesickness
Farewell
Don Wang wei
The mountains are sent off, and the sun hides the firewood.
The spring grass is green every year, and the king and grandson do not return.
Early onset of the White Emperor City
Don Lee Bai
Between the clouds of the White Emperor, a thousand miles of Jiangling returned in one day.
The apes on both sides of the strait could not stop crying, and the light boat had already passed through the Ten Thousand Heavy Mountains.