【New Yunfan Poets】
Wang Kang is chosen by the lawless
About the Author
Wang Kang, a native of Changshu, Jiangsu Province, is a member of the Municipal Poetry Association and a member of the Zhongyuan Yanglian Association. He loves classical literature, is fascinated by landscape scenery and human phenology, and is occasionally attached to words, and is interested in Toby's pen. The grass and trees of my hometown are especially concerned.
Spring is coming
The grass and trees are warm and the sun is oblique, and the rows of farmhouses are smeared with red light.
Chunfeng asked among the guests, which one is the advanced Jiangcun?
summer
The scenery is best in the farmhouse, half yard new vegetables half yard flowers.
Near noon, there is no need to worry about cooking, pick some eggplant and loofah.
meet
I don't remember the truth, I laugh but I know my relatives.
Seeing the shadow and rubbing shoulders, I was busy calling out to the deceased.
Morning walk on the country trail
Dogs bark and chickens chirp half-hidden, and small lotus green trees reflect the morning sun.
What do a flock of wild birds search for? Lai refused to fly in the rice fields.
Yushan Mountain View Day
The herbs are full of flowers, and the fragrance is all the way to the clouds.
The slope head rose red in the rising sun and climbed over Xin Feng to illuminate Wanjia.
maple leaf
Old friends hike with wind, mid-mountain maple leaves dye the clear sky.
Why is it that after the autumn frost last night, people's spiritual leaves are more red?
orchid
The foliage is green and half shaded, and the south window is accompanied to this day.
I have never been separated from the crowd, and the faint fragrance of flowers has entered my heart.
Kofuku-ji Temple after the rain
The mountains are often lush, and they are more quiet after the rain.
The trees are high and the springs flow from deep valleys.
Xiao Feng first entered the house, and the breath was like autumn.
Under the ancient temple forest, the millennium is enough to swim.
Red beans
Leave the warmth of the grain true, should be written to the king.
The wind of the gradually distant river is cold, and the gulls and birds are kissed.
The sun is obliquely cloudy, and the tears on the moon are stained.
I have felt bitter and afraid of the southern spring.
Mr. Bu Yun Sha Ronggan "Feeling Nostalgic for Stepping on Green"
Relax where it is good to be idle, and walk around the city with people.
The cherry blossoms are piled red on both sides of the river, and the smoke color is three points green.
Purple swallow willow in front of the cluster, yellow warbler pavilion outside the noise.
Usually love such a scene, a little name not to fight.
Mr. Bu Yun Wu Jiangang "Spring Tour Rugao Water Painting Garden and Huai Mao Pei Dong Xiaowan"
Winding paths are laid out in a quiet way, and a pool of clear water hides flowers.
It seems to hear the sound of the distant guest piano, and there is no beautiful dancer dancing red.
Painting the song before the day events, pavilion smoke willow twilight wind.
Deeply reminiscing about Qin Huaiyue, he listened to the broken Hong several times by bar.
Autumn colors of Yushan Mountain
Layers of wet green wrapped in autumn smoke, strolling through the mountains.
The frost leaves are paved with red brocade, and the flowers are carved into the blue clouds.
After Xin Feng defeated Qingyan, the stone house looked for the ancient tree.
Looking back at the jade belt of the West Lake, I danced in a delicate color.
Mountain walk
After the rain, the grass and trees of Yushan Mountain are clear, and there are few people outside the XinFeng Pavilion.
Colorful and good gas rock head hanging, meandering springs and streams at the bottom of the sound.
Water flooded tea fields wearing pink butterflies, smoke mist mulberry trees fall warblers.
The wind blows wet in mid-air, can it be emotional to stain the clothes?
Kasuga Shang Lakeside reunion
Every spring is the day to enjoy the flowers, and Xueyou's new home is in the paddy field.
Drizzle down the roof hill, and smoke from the fence willows.
The outskirts are looking for the plum branches, and the wild hope smells of fragrant wheat leaves.
Half a day of small talk and laughter, long greed for the lake color about every year.
Spring to Yushan
Spring to Yushan Mountain is clearer, colorful days like the first sunny.
The stone path between the flowers invades the sweetness, and the pine branches in the wind complain about love.
The swallow shear cloud marks are thin on both wings, and the fish bullet creek curve is very light.
Intoxicated with a cheerful search for victory, humming a new song all the way.
The country house is the thing
In the countryside, Mu Qinghui rose in the morning and quietly watched the farm into the green micro.
The wind by the Qingshui River is fine, and the rain in the shade of the green poplars is misty.
A flock of gulls and birds came out of the forest, and a thousand trees and peach blossoms flew between the shores.
The noise of the near city is not so good, leaving aside trivialities and not thinking about it.
Square Tower
Seeking victory but shocking the materialists, the spire is like painting the sky.
Birds chirping in the ringing of the bell, the shadows of the trees are jagged in the shadows of the sun.
The flowing water is flowing with jade belts, and the green mountains are vaguely lined with screens.
After several robbery fire aura, Si Gu's love for the world is the same.
Guanzhi Village Residence
From a distance, look at the light smoke and the blue sky, and stay on the ridge to wait for the spring tide.
The river flowers reflect the red sand road, and the Xia Pi Longevity Bridge outside the door.
The new wind on all sides is stirring, and the dream of a bay of living water is shaking.
To make the villagescape picturesque, always make harmony a line.
Pass the Tomb of Qian Liu
Outside the West City Gate, the bamboo forest, the homeland is deep in the clouds.
The Four Seas Sect Alliance was sad, and the half-mountain returned to the hidden weeping Shangyin.
In the poem, who knows the tears of the remnants, the heart of the Savior is in the air above the table.
Lai has red face and white hair, golden sandalwood and slight groaning.
GengJingTang
The willows are attached to the Ten Mile Pond, and a flood of clear water passes through the farm.
Oblique smoke and drizzle through the forest, alcohol new vegetables across the shore incense.
A few light boats carry distant dreams, and sometimes the trail looks at the slanting sun.
The breeze blows on the heart and is drunk, and people always say that I am hometown.
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