Spring Festival stroll Pingdu Riverside pick up sentences
(Group poems)
Jiang Yimao
A river smoke sky swells, and the mountains and clouds fade away from each other.
The old cow wagged its tail and was old, and the tiger blew its whiskers and conspired with the world.
Spring
Last night, the cold air woven a soft wind, and the stars and men rushed back and forth.
The clear water does not look back, and the peach cheeks spit out the branches.
Yongfeng is a famous mountain
Pingdu is famous for its towering riverside, and the ancient trees tower in the sky cover the pavilion.
In the mirror of good and evil, the long wind is mighty and dusty.
South Sky Lake meets old friends
The house is covered by the sun's height, and the incense is wrapped around the vines.
The old man talked and laughed and hid the noise of the cicadas, and did not talk about the mountains and arm-to-arm.
Li Chun visited the hometown
Li Chun travels to his hometown, and the hills are viewed.
Once a bald top, now an oasis.
The winding path is passed, and the fruit trees cover the head of the village.
Agricultural goods flow in the city, and the villagers are happy and leisurely.
(The author is a member of the Chinese Writers Association and a member of the Chinese Poetry Society)