Selected poems| the ferry plum blossom wind is quiet, people are born from the young leaves

"Seven Laws of Autumn Tour to Songhua River"

Text/North Sheep

Songjiang autumn water several ileum, green like a new pickle to be introduced.

Twilight is dark and wine-colored, and the wind shakes the willows and waves.

The shadow of the Hongqiao piano is quiet, and it means a long time to enter the painting Danqing.

Fishing and singing on all sides, tourists from all over the world drunk in the sun.

"Tang Duoling Overnight in Jiangxinzhou"

Text/East Side

The sky is full of stars outside the window. Three more moonlights. Swinging boat, short berth satin.

Smell the old songs in front of the hut hall, and the feelings are deep and difficult to calm down.

Xiao Lu is crystal clear. Birds and birds are frightened. When waking up from a dream, Xia Jindong presented.

The roof is full of smoke, just like the shape of a teenager.

Sauvignon Blanc Tanabata

Text/Everest

The heart is miserable, the scenery is miserable. Hook moon branches sweat and sweat clothes, lone window looking at the water stream.

Birds are away, people are away. The moon shadow knows where to perch. Birds return to Sauvignon Blanc.

"Seven Laws of Autumn Travels"

Wen/Chuanba idler

It is cool in the morning and evening at the end of the day, and the summer sun is enjoyed by the wind.

The green wild reed buds by the lake are crisp and fragrant with persimmon fruits in the green garden.

Helping the elderly to travel with his grandson for a day, he had to become a distant custom.

The poems are like wine, and I only think of the blessings of life.

"Seven Absolute Autumn Cicadas"

Text/Zhang Jianping

Hissing and complaining and hugging hey, shaking and falling one after another containing Xiao Han.

There is more wind and rain on the wall, and the desolate thin wings are unbearable?

"Water Dragon Chanting Reminiscence Of Her Fingers Playing Kite"

Text/Lee Ka Wing

Remembering her fingers playing the kite, Yan Ran looked back and smiled several times.

The most important thing to think about is to sing the voice line when singing, and the tone when reading.

Snow sea dragon chanting, trivial window warbler, lingering in the ears.

Want to shake the incense, the world's double stay, a favorite, by whom to know?

I want to wait for the sky to be old. Nai clutch, this life is unpredictable.

At the end of the song, the people dispersed, the night was quiet, and the dream soul was ethereal.

A little acacia, a little haggard, how much of a broken intestine.

Sigh now, there is a love moon, accompanied by loneliness.

"Wind into the Pine , A Bay of Spring Water and Blue Glass"

A bay of spring water and blue glass, willows thousands of silks.

Weave a curtain into the air and weep, looking back and the past is uneven.

After the dream breaks away from the person, the flowers bloom when the swallows come.

Dongfeng laughed at me to the end of the world, and there was nowhere to say sadness.

On the west floor of the night, the long sky, drunk Yaojie.

Leave a window of bright moon, and accompany me in my dreams.

"Qing Ping Le Qiu Yong"

Text/Tianya is a tired guest

Falling like a tomb, the swallow has no time to send.

Don't blame the west wind for deceiving the dream, cold wine invited to whom.

Qin Line hated Acacia, and Xingyun was afraid of carrying sad words.

Flowing water green mountains are getting thinner, and yellow flowers are only known as frost.

"Qing Ping Le Peng Shu Early Summer Haikou Rainy"

The little lotus was lifted, and a cloud turned over the rain.

Lift the curtain for a few moments, where will the sorrow roll away.

The dusk rained like smoke, and nostalgia was blocked in front of the window.

A piece of acacia is afraid of sending, afraid of the wind blowing to the south.

"Qing Ping Le Near Summer"

Ask where Spring is, and Spring is also difficult to take care of.

A few flowers are difficult to abandon the tree, and they refuse to let people down.

The arms are tired in the wind, and there is a trace of red in the wind.

The passing dove was puzzled, and the falling flowers were so calm.

"Qing Ping Le, Farewell Le Ping to Haikou for Treatment"

Stratus clouds sow rain, and flowers are damaged.

A wisp of incense and soul wind dispersed, and who knows what is sad.

Coconut City booked a plane, and porcelain sent a car to ride.

My children are troubled, and their hearts are stained with my clothes.

"Qing Ping Le Wing Ho Terrier"

Dry and uncovered, standing like a gun!

Liver and gallbladder fight the old man, only the original intention does not change.

After loving the snow lotus root, why should I fight for spring again.

Silent acacia one, without a trace.

"Seven Absolute Cliff Drama Autumn Events"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

Ping linhai air receives the sky light, and the polar eye qianfeng bamboo cedar incense.

The night rain and the breeze are only suitable for me, and the cliffs that fly to the cliffs are like autumn cool.

"Seven Absolutes, The Little Waterfall in the Hometown"

Between the grassy waterfalls, the golden waves flow towards Ting Bay.

For whom is the color of the flower tree showed? Gyokuro chases the wind and jade pendant ring.

"Seven Absolutes"

Frost withered white hair comes late and sunny, and the sea and moon phases follow the paddles.

The plum blossoms at the ferry are quiet in the wind, and people are born from the shadows of young leaves.

"Seven Laws of Poetry"

Bao Bun slender waist thin Yu'e, chanting poems outside the cover of Xiang Luo.

Idle graceful posture floating waves, Xiao LiLiaoting shadow in the waves.

A smile hides the hook charm, acacia carved candle ink marks more.

Sorrow for the soul of the guest, the pen with a whistle of song.

"Seven Laws of Gifted Women"

Cui Sleeve Shu Long One Xiu'e, Pearlescent Shu Dao Through Xiang Luo.

Idleness is about the floating waves, and the slow walk is light in the waves.

The knot wishes to be in full swing at any time, and there are many ink marks in the acacia.

After the soul of the guest is sold today, the bamboo pen sings with emotion.

"Seven Absolute Gengzi Year-end Poems II"

(i)

The long ribs are particularly delicate, and I don't feel that the moon is half tilted from a distance.

Lu Zhong he can find white hair, spring to Mo Dao's old people.

(ii)

In the twilight of the year, the winter rain arrives in the south of the river, and the cold illness is accompanied by idleness.

I have no heart to sit alone at night, and open the door several times to look at the people in the distance.

"Seven Laws of Li Chun"

Never beg Changzhou in the order of the leaves, burning incense in the dark of the night.

Things go to the bag of the third robbery, spring return road far away from the floating.

Why sit alone in the picture of the turtle? The naked child spread his heart to restore Prozac.

But I feel that Qiankun is now rising again, thinking of love and being a new cow.

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!