Night Rain 丨 Cultivator: The Years of the Dragon Go To Many (Group Poems)

There are also many years to go

(Group poems)

Cultivator

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The white colt grows between the gaps,

There are also many years to go.

After leisure, sometimes comment on the North Garden,

Sadness comes without dreams to send Nanke.

Daytime equipment is nurtured,

Hide in the book at night and learn chants.

Fortunately, Bi Nan sat on the ground,

Let people pound the indulgence of the song.

Pick up

One

Not a poet but loves poetry,

The poem is also interesting and subtle.

After the cultivation of the temperament of the business,

Wing Chi Shu Huai Xing Fa.

A word of God comes to dance like a madman,

Three years of sentences are astringent as crazy.

Kung Fu poetry outside the immersion to learn,

Old bamboo new pine are my teachers.

Two

Through the vicissitudes of the road is not exhausted,

Tough startups are the same.

The wind and rain will eventually be powerless,

Learning is not a good job.

The bounty of the old man has fallen,

The juvenile poetry pen owes Shen Xiong.

Knowing that friends grow old and gradually become ghosts,

Two sideburns full of autumn cream in the mirror.

Three

Forty years have not stopped,

Why should Ben Lao say once.

The world is stupid,

Don't be unkind.

The shadow of the lonely who understands,

The sound of chickens in the middle of the night I listened.

Strong white hair with faith,

Morning exercise overlooks the stars.

Journey ahead

Thirty years of entrepreneurship,

Lilugong name value geometry.

Since ancient times, the red dust is high and the festival is less,

Yu Yu has never been bitter and cold.

How can you lose your character,

Dealing with the world can chase the waves.

A shoulder of wind and frost is always calm,

Jinghua Chuanjie Fa Hao Song.

Keli Yinqiu

Clear and smokeless,

Autumn water is long and colorful.

Leaving The Wind Ridge,

The nostalgia is fresh every time around the chrysanthemum hedge.

The Four Winds Yong Ouyang Fu,

Nine voices of sorrow song yu chapter.

Project Good Audio Lucky,

Affection beckons the side of the goose sea clouds.

Chongyang even picked up

The golden jade rabbit turns like a wheel,

Momentary cultivator flower armor man.

A period of autumn heart into a cocoon,

Century-old Louis dust.

Frost wind dance clear sound broken,

Dreams are hard to describe.

Where do I want to ascend,

The East Fence holds the spirit of the cup.

High balcony Spring Festival friends

The town is light and cold, the flow is sloppy, and the rain and star wind are about plum incense. Yu Xin groaned, idle and mistaken for the spring light. And now lazy to make a sad autumn endowment, look at the branches, willow spit goose yellow. When I thought of him, the swallow cut the clear sky, and the hundreds of hui competed for fangs.

Life has several winds and rains, there are tides and rising tides, and insults are impermanent. And let it go, knocking on the pot promises to be crazy. Yuzhou sent a message to the clear stream of passengers, pouring cups and swords and roaring vicissitudes. Let the breeze spread my true feelings and be full of spirits.

Jade Leak Chi Xin ugly Chinese New Year's Eve endowment

The mind is very good, leaning on Xuan xuan, and the fireworks are wonderful. The hustle and bustle of the eternal night, another rush. Hugh counts the years, tormented and boiled, and follows the smoke. There is wine, poetry accompanies me, and the voice of the pipe is proud.

The shirt is frosty and cold, and the cup in his hand is brewing. People stood on the platform, and Jiang Hai's sword heart was still hugging. If the wind benefits me, don't live up to it, Mei lan song shinobu. It's time to laugh and throw away the vulgar troubles.

Eight sounds of Ganzhou freehand Chinese New Year's Eve night

Another year has not borne the ridge head plum, and the cocoon is self-oblique. The wind is melting, the rain is zero frost, and the desire to move is also leafy. Idly watching the floating ant green, I have no intention of getting drunk. At the end of the year, whose house will spring come?

In the past days, they have looked over and looked at the Cloud Mountain, which is always the end of the world. Q Jump pill sun and moon: how many degrees of sand and sand? The sideburns and childlike hearts have not changed, and Ren shifted red for purple and mistakenly changed Yinghua. Jun Xiu smiled, sent feelings, and raised orchids.

Sijiake Jiajiang "three fathers and sons" tea industry gift "bamboo leaf green" has been sent

Guests are attentive to who is like Yi, the new tea feeds me shallow sealed topic. Divide the Shu water thousands of feet, leaching out of the Eshan Moon eyebrows.

Fish chatter, bamboo jagged. Smoke in the silence. Idle drink is really drunk, dreaming into the dark green dyeing clothes.

Partridge Day Jinghua Send Friends

Ruixue silent is also spring, and the detention tour of Jinghua is also Thinking of Jun. Admire the plum and leave a verse on it, and listen to the bamboo xuanzhong push the wine bottle.

Swim in the clear water, the words red dust. A few strolls towards the morning and evening. Hate the peerless wings gathered at the end of the world and turned into a slow cloud.

Xingxiangzi Travel to Jinghua was invited to visit the military calligraphy and painting exhibition

The horses are hurried, and the cases are heavy. Frost sideburns, how can you be idle? Send love to calligraphy and painting, and express your heart together. Look at the paper white, the pen is strong, the meaning is thick.

Gently wipe, dance phoenix and dragon, moving place, meaning Shenfeng. The spring mountains are verdant and the autumn leaves are red. More frost in the chrysanthemum, wind in the bamboo, snow in the grill.

(The author is a director of the Chinese Poetry Society and vice president of the Chongqing Poetry Society)