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【Poetry League Yearbook】 Zhou Zuofu Xin Ugly Volume

【Poetry League Yearbook】 Zhou Zuofu Xin Ugly Volume
【Poetry League Yearbook】 Zhou Zuofu Xin Ugly Volume

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【Poetry League Yearbook】 Zhou Zuofu Xin Ugly Volume

About the Author

Zhou Zuofu, whose online name is "Dao, Yi Jian", occasionally entertains himself with poems and rarely publishes them.

【Poetry League Yearbook】 Zhou Zuofu Xin Ugly Volume

【Poetry League Yearbook】 Zhou Zuofu volume

Quatrains

Three chapters of the Chinese Academy of Fine Arts

Parting words with her daughter

Little graffiti sails and boats, spring breeze dipped in the painting into the sky.

The father also has a Danqing dream and entrusts his daughter to come here.

art studio

In front of the window of the spring oil painting, the red purple blue orchid is brightly colored.

I couldn't bear the sound of birds coming to sue me, and I saw in my eyes that it was a real mountain.

Campus rape fields

Spring planting neon clothes summer planting Xia, full of golden armor luxury.

The wind came to the incense array to fly in the studio, mistakenly using the paint as this flower.

Go back to North Creek to do Qingming

One

Qingming wind and rain a few degrees in the spring, wild path smoke fans flowers angry.

The leaves are paved with grass among the larchs, and the road is not known when it returns.

Two

A picture frame in front of the wall of the earthen house, the dust does not blow the old time.

From now on my grandmother came into town and lived in the room in my heart.

Three

Rain and wet spring breeze and passers-by, there is still a mountain grave in their hearts.

The stone in front of the flower is divided into masks, and I am afraid that there will be an epidemic there.

Daye Jin brand wine industry style

Chunfeng asked me to go to another country and drunkenly returned to the Han and Tang Dynasties.

Whoever drinks this cup of wine of life, sweet and sour and bitter to taste.

The small city of Dayelei has vicissitudes, a stack of bronze historical walls.

The product is a new iteration this spring, and the iron flower upgrades the hop fragrance.

Maple forest hunting wine flag wind, folding spring flowers with a cup.

Because of the good water, the mountain is also the same as this mountain.

Yudu Long March Ferry

The first crossing of the Long March, the red flag swept across the road.

Manjiang's blood qi was as fast as the wind, and it rushed straight to the footsteps of the distant clouds.

Wanli marches people who step a step, mountain flowers bloom in Dudu.

This river of clear water is still there, washing the heart and chest clouds and fog.

Ruijin Sandbar Dam Red Well

Green trees and red flowers make up a small city, and the wind cuts the rain and swallows to welcome each other.

The tourists laughed like warblers, but the well remained silent.

Accompany friends to revisit Bao'en Temple and the second song of the Awakening Garden

The road is blocked

Whoever's home is a neighbor to the temple, the quiet garden is clean from the dust.

But he heard that the woman's language was as evil as a dog, and only the dog was three points of Buddha's nature.

See "Female Bodhisattva"

The iron rope bridge crosses the temple door, and a god stands at the head of the bridge.

The laity of the people is too timid to come near, and it turns out that they are also human beings.

【Poetry League Yearbook】 Zhou Zuofu Xin Ugly Volume

Rhythmic poems

The office building overlooks the Yangtze River

Qinglan is not tired, and the heavens and the earth are leisurely.

The heart is in a hurry, and the eyes are burning.

The distant bell rings still water, and the dock ship rings in the middle of the night.

The old dreams are gone, and the city spring is another year.

Visit Wuning Qingyuan Tea Farm

Spring rain flows south of the water, tourists like Beiping.

The stream smokes and the mountains are hidden, and the trees are sunny.

WeChat dark incense hair, vibrato birdsong.

Life is still happy, not all on the screen.

Xiangutai Tea Garden

Outside of Jujiu Taoyuan, Imachi Yuzi line.

Xianfeng stands face to face, and the sky road is full of clouds.

The bird is called Qianshan Bi, and the tea fragrance is the name of thousands of households.

Spring wind and rain are wet, just like the old people.

Autumn over the Xunyang Suojiang Building

Now the green bricks are not enough, and the vicissitudes fill the front of the tower.

He Zheng was tired in the name of floating waves, but only looked up at the tall building to hang the lock.

Thousands of miles of wind and clouds, autumn colors, thousands of weather hanging sailboats.

Like the dust of the past with the flowing water, the smoke waves on the river are another year.

Return to the original work place Jiuyuan Township Ershou

The township tone has not changed the source of the nine capitals, and the two feet are light and cloudy and happy officials.

Toward the early green mountains across the White Fort, return to the late spring birds to make a branch.

Daylight shake fan wind matchmaking, moonlight boiled tea worm wash dish.

For whom does the aftertaste have? The fairy goddess invited me to stand on the bar.

Xian Gu went on the stage, and Lan Mist was empty but there was none.

Who is in charge of the four walls and green mountains? A slope of spring is green into a lake.

The rafter pen in the heart should still be healthy, and the heart should not be lonely.

The sound of the hand machine suddenly sounded, and the Heavenly Palace sent a beauty map.

The inscription Jiangxi painter Cao Su mountain residence and gift

The immortal residence is pristine, and the beautiful scenery is packed with more baskets.

Bamboo ink Zhiyin Mountain wet hands, guest heart flowing water green through the room.

On the side of the thousand autumn flint wind, the spring sound of the ten thousand valleys is unique.

Mo complained that the sunset returned late, and the painter was drunk next to the white clouds.

Visit the Ruins of the Ruijin Revolution

Riyong border city opened the homeland, wind and ancient wood foot rings.

The red mountains stain thousands of autumn snow, and the sound of war drums urges thousands of people.

The spark spring warm pen end, sandbar grass Biba zhongtun.

The water of this well is high in pixels, and it is true that Erdan's heart can be true.

Yi Yunfeng and Mr. Chen Siming are ugly and cross-year-old

Yi Lao Niu was pitiful, and the forest tiger traces had already been scrambled.

Life is safe and up and down, and Hongyan He should be cold and warm before.

Lying on the bed groaning in the middle of the disease, pushing the window slowly to send old smoke.

Qing Ge triggered the Qing Emperor to wake up, and allowed me to spring breeze for another year.

【Poetry League Yearbook】 Zhou Zuofu Xin Ugly Volume

Long and short sentences

Huan Xi Sha visits the Awakening Garden

The lotus wind of the ancient road lies flat, and the sound of Buddhist scriptures flows from the clear spring. The mountain empty house listens to the insects.

When I woke up, I had an epiphany, and this garden was devoid of self and sentimentality. A name is the nameless.

Mr. Ding Fengbo He LiRenrui won the "Nanshan Poetry Star" in Jiujiang

There is no east slope groaning, but you are old but greeted. Sima article Tao Ling wine, all have, Mr. Ben is a Confucian.

How many such lovers are there? Wei Ru, laughing at yun lightly said that the wind was light. Peach and plum are full of friends, come to congratulate, will the fame only be a poetry name?

Qing Ping Le thanked Yang Shilong Brother Xiaoxun Township Hotel for drinking

Xunyang Qiuser, Crane asked Po Huze. The small shop welcomed the poet and wine guest, Tao Ling Dongpo Li Bai.

Slightly drunk and singing, the stars move and turn mountains and rivers. Wash the lead and wash again, and the river in front of the door flows through.

【Poetry League Yearbook】 Zhou Zuofu Xin Ugly Volume

Bang Tie

Academicians Bang Wu Mengchao and Yuan Longping

Wearing liver and draining gallbladder, the life of the priest is related to heavenly affairs, and there is no pain before The Bian Que Gong;

Trying rice for sorghum, the cangsheng supreme love, shennong clan after the vicissitudes.

He wept bitterly for his two fathers, causing the mountains and rivers to lose their color, and the world could not bear the fall of the superstar;

Stick to one heart for life, dare to go through the wind and rain, life has been absolutely brilliant.

【Poetry League Yearbook】 Zhou Zuofu Xin Ugly Volume
【Poetry League Yearbook】 Zhou Zuofu Xin Ugly Volume

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