【Poetry Yearbook】
XiaoMei Window Xin ugly manuscript
About the Author
Zhou Yanting, don't sign The Small Plum Window, lives in Guangzhou. Bachelor of Science, long-term engaged in physics education. In his youth, he studied poetry with Mr. Zhang Cai'an of Lingnan. He is the author of "The Depth of Thrush" (in combination), "The First Moon Collection", "Xiaomei Window Chanting Manuscript", "Xiaomei Window Poetry" and so on.
【Yearbook of Xin Ugly Poetry】Xiaomei Window Volume
spring
Qing Ping Le Li Chun
The rat girl is married, and the weaver girl stops laughing. The water eyes and mountains are scrambling, and a few pestles are clearing the bells.
Whoever weaves the spring clothes and dresses them up for autumn. Mo asked where the peach was, and the wind knocked on the forest.
Qing Ping Le Xin Chun sent as Mr. Er Yi Tong Xuan rhymes
Goose high cloud lost. Trance on the easterly side. The Smoke Willow Long Bridge people are independent. At first glance, the jutsu is full of rulers.
A spring of flowers continues. Half-life dust sea swirling. Since planting acacia flowers, the next year Xu Gong ChunYan.
Qiluoxiang Kai Aqi Ajing tour of Haizhu Wetland Park has been around for more than 30 years
Butterflies are united, bees are lined up, and spring is low in the south of the city. Around the green through the red, the bottom of the bush trance flower language. Look at three or two, swallow pecking incense mud, counting a few pairs, heron xiang yanpu. Dark with Yi, creek path LinTang, gradually labyrinth pink bauhinia road.
Traveling is still like that day, cardamom tip head in February, make clear fog. Tao Li talent, still remember the old inscription verse. Scrambling for direction, twenty-four winds, they rushed each other, and flew one day. The rest of the year, spring to the twilight, guard the window to listen to the night rain.
Stay in The Mid-Levels Garden on a spring day
One
The south strange car is far away, and the flowers in the middle of the mountain are deep.
The sunset first drunk me, sprinkling a garden of gold.
Two
The taste of Man Yan Village is thin, and the roots of the self-conscious vegetables are sweet.
Occasionally, the mulberry thing, the cup of wine is added.
Three
The trees are small and full of life, and the forest is green to buds.
Citrus should be just around the corner, plucking leaves for the first flowers.
Note: Mid-Levels Garden is located at Wayao Mountain, Gujing Town, Xinhui City, Guangdong Province. It is mainly planted with citrus trees, and the fruit is made into tangerine peel after ripening.
Title colleague Xiao Xin took the "Smoke Water Cloud Sail" diagram
The wind and clouds are lifted, and the smoke willow mirror is embedded.
Why should the heavens and the earth be big, flying any sail.
Sheng Chazi Twilight Spring Rain on the way to nantai mountain lost jade pendant sigh inexplicable small words as a record
Feeling ru out of Jingshan Mountain, accompanied by three cold and summer. Warm me like the morning sun, moisten me like silk rain.
The Buddha lies on the south terrace, which refers to the lotus crossing. Disturb the body for a hundred years, a case returned to dust.
Nian Nu Jiao Twilight Chun revisited the South Lake to remember when she traveled with Qinghua sister and did not feel that there were more than twenty yan yu fish sinking beauty where the feeling was endowed
The sunset on the west mountain, sprinkling the afterglow, ping lake dotted with golden green. Green and red are already twilight, where to find more peach and plum. The water pavilion is empty, the makeup building is cold, and the shadow looks like a memory. The breeze shakes the willows, and a curtain of incense flutters.
Imagine the first pruning of spring branches, plum edge bamboo outside, warblers voyeuristic. To share the old sorrows with wine, the bottom of the placket adds new tears. The geese go to the traces, the fish sink into the shadows, and the hearts are sent by whom. At the full moon, the window is deeply closed.
Partridge Day Spring Twilight crosses Haizhu Wetland Park
The rain and the wind are flat and the ancient crossing is quiet, and after the spring feast, there is spring sorrow. Bamboo branches lightly cover the road, and the jade pipe rises high where the building.
Take the vegetarian brew, step on the Fangqiu, and re-follow the old traces to the bridgehead. Qingbo relieved me of pity, and Shallow Red Ying could not bear to flow.
summer
Huan Xi Sha early summer has been sent
Don't put the sorrow than willows. Willow only untied the riverbank. The river embankment is scored at the end of the riverbank.
Ten years of Yunhong came and went, and a court of Guiying was thin and fat. Durian plums are just right.
Huan Xi Sha Yu He
Biye Hanguang to the evening sky. Broken beads knock on the dream. The shadows fluctuate in a pitiful way.
Zero dew has not disappeared the national memory, and the fragrance continues the Buddhist family relationship. The supper comes just right on the first quarter.
Huan Xi Sha summer occasionally seen
The Lingtai ruler is five red. Qinglan covered the dew thickly. Butterflies hug a bush of bees.
Every time the warbler strings pass through the jade law, it is difficult to remember the spring wind with the color of the grass. Seek refuge from encounters.
Huan Xi Sha Wen's old former classmate returned to Sui Yin
The great difficulty is really like passing through the ghost door. Death and death are separated from life. The child smiled and returned to God temporarily.
I want to see Cihang can cross the sea, and I know that the good is not deceitful. Nine days and nine places to summon the soul (borrowed from the master's sentence).
autumn
Huan Xi Sha Qiu He
Takayanagi is in the twilight sky. A pool of clear shadows is missing and round. Suddenly feel the cold of the water again.
Dead leaves are difficult to hear rain dreams, and the remaining incense is noisy and wind cicadas. At this time, it is relatively silent.
Partridge Day Autumn Night Liwan Lake to the Lotus Wisdom Miao resident
Concubine Tingting was idle, and The morning sun was self-forgetful. Flowing red in the water to add autumn rhyme, Su Yue when the air for the dream to come true.
Flower world, Buddha karma, there are ferry boats under the clouds. The sound of cicadas in the twilight is cool and clear, and the sleeves are clear into the evening sky.
Under the Kapok tree in Qinghui Garden, xu continues to grow old
In front of the court, the old tree danced in the autumn wind, and I wanted to see the fire as red as that year.
The sunset of the grass is still there, and the leaning column is speechless to remember the poet.
Note: Xu Lao's poem "Qinghui Garden Boat Hall Xiaoqi" has the sentence "For picking up red cotton over the curved column".
Jinggang ancient town no sentence
Little Hankou
In the depths of the basil, a lonely boat lies, and a tree of red maple is also autumn.
Try to look down at the slanting sun, and the QingHu is speechless and flows.
There is an old theater building in front of the Gurudwara Shrine
White clouds come and go slowly, playing the spring and autumn left in this building.
Defeated Kou Chengwang He Zudao, Jingjiang named Li Gongliu.
Note: Jingjiang was originally named Lujiang, which is rumored to be changed by local people to commemorate Li Jing's merits.
Climb the Wangjiang Tower
The light clouds have shadows chasing the gulls, and the broken oars silently complain about the old sorrows.
Looking back after a thousand autumns, a hint of coolness came to mind.
Ju Yue visited Pengjiang Zhenzhen Li step small sweet "home even into" rhyme
The oblique sun silently illuminates the small building, and the earth flowers bloom to the west end of the house.
To be re-packed up the child's dream, so as to roam the world.
The first few times in the cool autumn, the old leaves of the sparse branches came out of the atmosphere.
Leave the blue eye alone today, and put your arm to see the poet.
Note: There is a hundred-year-old phoenix-eyed tree at the head of the village, and the fruit ripens in June and July. September this year will be over, leaving a phoenix eye on the high ground.
Looking for traces in XiangyangMendi, near the water's edge village to see the ancient ghost.
Lu Ju has no words and is in the same place, and has become a three-way for Junliu.
winter
Huan Xi Sha heavy over the Sanshui former house step two white brother rhyme
Hundred senses return to recognize the old perch, and the warblers cry in the green poplar wind. Desk gray cold little Jin Yi.
The world is unpredictable, and the birth has a fixed negative period. The abandoned garden is empty to half a stub.
When the moon fell on a cold night, tears filled the glass of wine. Confused world for whom I am.
Things are just like a spring dream, and people are afraid to listen to the milky birds. Sit back and watch the new green man clear pond.
The old trees take root and sprout spontaneously, and the old branches are still not flowering. On a rainy day, half of the sun is released.
In the end, the stream returns to the sea, and the rambling door is high. You don't have to worry about who you are.
Sixty first gave the "four haves" to the four gentlemen of Meilan Zhuju
Chi Mei
I have plums like snow, lonely and clear.
Exposed by the wind and incense, the moon shadow crossed the window.
Silent poetry alone, dancing crane feathers double.
By who picks up the jade pipe and blows the dream into the cold river.
Violet
I have Lan Mingsu, Zhu Peng offering in the church.
Treat it like a Buddha, sit for a long time and make your own incense.
Ya hugging pear cloud light, clear bamboo dew cool.
Yi Rongxian was in the water, and Mo asked where it was.
Caryophyllus
I have adjacent window bamboo, packed and bitten stone.
The rain rhymes with the sound, and the moon is affectionate.
During the tea period, he was drunk, and the book was read to Ming.
The beautiful Hugh leans more, and the water sees the mountains clearly.
Potted chrysanthemum
I have pottery chrysanthemums, and potted plants are proud of themselves.
Moon oblique orchid accompanied by shadows, wind moving bamboo smell.
Pink butterflies are difficult to dream, and the ghosts can still be summoned.
If you want to find the three paths, see the fishing tree across the water.
Raw Chazi Seven Streams Stroll
Whoever blows the seven-stringed piano, rings out of the empty mountain. A moment of cave cloud collection, a sudden pearl spring.
There are guests returning in the rain, and there are guests who lean on the side of the pine. Come to the evening good wind, look back at the day like a wash.
Note: Qixidi is located on Qixi Road, Shiqian Village, Huadong Town, Huadu District, Guangzhou, Guangdong Province.
Qing Ping Le Title Stone Pine Seedlings
Layers of cliffs are stacked, biting stone pine seedlings stand. Since the heavens have been extremely blessed, the vitality of the desperate place is finally found.
Lonely and tall to Yao cen, the wind and frost cast the original heart. Mo Xiao's body is only full of feet, and he will surely become yin in his year.
Qing Ping Le Xin Ugly Chinese New Year's Eve the eve with the Furong Poetry Society Zhujun Yutan stepping on the snow
Whoever holds the pipe quietly summons the East Wind. Wake up the pear blossoms and thousands of trees, and the shadows turn with the light.
Ten years of meixia reunion, several times back to the original intention. Before the invitation of the jade pot, he was already drunk and hazy.
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