Selected poems| look at the mountain city everything is rare, and repeat the real joke machine

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Text/North Sheep

The evening wind was cold and uncertain, and the lonely autumn cicadas sounded a few times.

Holding wine does not need to listen to the bitter rain, and there is a tear sending flower order in the curtain.

The blue waves still flowed eastward, and Bai Shou often woke up three times.

Just looking at the water far away from the sky hook, people think of the homeland and the moon to know.

"Seven Absolute White Dews"

Text/Winter Feather

Autumn wind and drizzle send cold, into the night condensed beads hanging green.

The skinny shadow lotus wounds the fallen, and the Tao Ju wild garden is waiting for the flowers to be yellow.

"Seven Absolute Lotus"

Text/Ethereal

The lotus pond is full of greenery, and the wind lifts the green cover to hide the shyness.

Where the dust does not stain the name for eternity, the inker is obsessed with the rhyme.

"Autumn Lotus"

Text/Spring and Autumn

A new leaf in the dead leaf bush, Tingting is in love with Qiubin.

The red dragonfly was busy asking in surprise, is it autumn clouds to send summer dust?

Journey to the West

Text/Everest

Rely on the frost of the sky to freeze a thousand layers of snow, slaughtering the smoke of the three rivers.

A single knife broke through the East Sea and left the interstellar Ninth Heaven.

"Autumn Evening by the Lake"

Text/East Side

Alone at dusk, the sunset lake sprinkles the afterglow.

Lingxinpeng old reed flowers are white, and the green forest is full of purple weeds.

"Yin Qiu"

The upper floor of the Xijiang River admires the flowing clouds, and the leaf dancing wind and water ripples.

The green bamboo is deep and oblique, and the hedge chrysanthemums are colorful.

"Jiang Chengzi Bailu"

When the white dew is clear in the evening. The moon rises in the east. Stars.

Strange yellow flowers, new Rui Jing Ting.

A piece of Jinxia Xiling color, the light of the Sun, the lantern.

Light smoke mist surrounds the lake. See the warbler. Present at the beginning of the night.

Wild crossing boats, smelling the sound of slugs under the grass.

Upstairs, the piano is just halfway, deep in love, full of tears.

"Yue Tune Heaven Pure Sand Autumn Thoughts"

Text/Cold Rose

Listen to the rain stepping on the garden flowers, the cold sound of a thousand homes, a paper XiaoXiang shadow.

Fei Wei sprinkled, holding a book to send a message to the end of the world.

"Yue Tune Heaven Pure Sand Twilight Spring"

Qingyun White Crane Danxia, Red Mansion Green Mantle YangHua, Quiet Love Three Spring Sunset.

Greedy play, fragrant flowers flying all over the ground.

"Five Laws of White Dew"

Text/Yang Yichunfa (Yang Ronggao)

Time is unconsciously oblique, and the wild night is embellished with flowers.

Weak willow brow lock, cold cicada tree under the sob.

Maple red branches dyed, Cypress Dai Luanhua.

The goose team moved south, adding a few points.

"Partridge Heaven : Over the Temple of Lady Sin"

Text/Lee Ka Wing

The earthly gulls drifted a little, and they also passed the high state with the twilight.

The chaotic mountains have been in the air, and the herbs are far away.

Travel thousands of miles, hang thousands of autumns, and do your best.

The inscription of the Temple of Mercy xian is there, calling me to meditate on this building.

"Manjiang Hong, Dadu River Huaigu"

Iron cable across the river, mountains and mountains, mo river rushing.

Heaven does it, xiongguan valley graben, shake people's hearts.

The sunset is high on the cliffs and the trees are cold, and the weeping apes are weeping in the middle of the night.

If you are a soldier and a chivalrous knife, who can be defeated?

Where does the affairs of the kingdom of heaven come from? Long March Road, by whom to remember?

The situation is terrifying and wild.

The scenery of the sitting place is far away, and the mountains and columns are jagged.

Poor man, where the tomb of the wing king, there is no way to find.

"Nian Nu Jiao, Waiting for Dan"

Text/Tianya is a tired guest

When you return to the drunk, look at the ditches and bumps, and become a flat land.

I didn't feel the cold wind breaking the hat, and I opened my eyes with a jade stream.

The moon is like an eyebrow, Venus is like an eye, and it is difficult for a clouder to stay overnight.

Han Ting sat idly, and at this time Fang Wu was alone.

The wine gushes a few strands of poetry, the horse reins follow, and to the etymology pastoral.

Remember the Dongpo book this, Gongjin laughed and talked about driving deer.

Chibi is especially alive, where the hero is, and it provokes the tears of this dynasty.

Unbearable chanting, a chicken whisper who reads.

"Nian Nu Jiao Huang Ya Guan Lyrical"

Winding mountains lie on the ridge, dancing towards the clouds, and the wind leaves smoke traces.

But seeing the pine waves flooding the purple mo, awakening the fire maple to burn the hagi.

Magnificent Shenzhou, heroic ancestor, once had the silence of that year.

Qian qiu snapped his fingers, and the blade of the sword carved into the stone.

Can not shoot the case surprise, eyes drunk, admired the dome of the blue.

Moon chasing stars and Yuyu, aircraft carrier Ocean Eagle.

The new posture of the ancient country, the style of the golden brick, the horror of western guests.

I looked back with great emotion and carefully blew through the horizontal flute.

"Nian Nu Jiao Yang Hua"

Weeping Yang wakes up, remembers the east wind into dreams, and teaches people to drift.

Don't leave the scars on the pillow, and the sky is blue.

White bird soul, green mountains remain reckless, who provokes the wind and dust.

On the night of the book, I don't know what night it is.

There is a feeling of amorous lying in the child, reading his pity, and crying at this moment.

And a few years ago the spring troubles, selling wine is not easy.

Hate the homeland, love the stranger, and be slightly angry about why you must accumulate.

Cross the river and turn the sea, and work hard for a while!

"Seven Laws and Titled Apricot Garden"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

When the rain dew is near the wind, the mirrored ginkgo apricot garden.

Seeing the spring water of Jin Bo, the body is away from the jade wisp with a silk cage.

Knock on the tea to the wine reward heart song, ask the words with poetry and sideburns.

After getting drunk, incense is given at will, and when the car grass cabinet is like a rainbow.

Seven Laws of Tuojiang Day Tour

Lu Yi is diligent in bird language, and does not ask the lark to be ashamed of the tide.

The slanted rivers are full of harmony, and the curved water can be cut in autumn.

The stone wall is dense with orchid chrysanthemums, and the Yunfeng style is bamboo pine and quiet.

When is the Jiangqing Festival? Twilight sky and moon co-flow.

"Seven Absolute Pomegranates in Zhanghuang Village"

The moon color is dressed into cardamom bushes, and the face is red in the years.

Open jade Luovari, a pair of Mandarin ducks sleeping beautifully.

"Seven Laws of Wangshan City"

Looking at the mountain city, everything is rare, and the joke is real again.

The fish are good to the crane, and the swallows are suspicious of flying together.

But I saw that the poetry was lonely, and the long beard was drunk and the eyes were two clings.

When the window singing geese listen to the wind and rain, close to the beauty of the moonlight.

"Lotus Picking Song"

Fish fall mirror candle lotus red, jasper fragrance when girlish style.

Jiexia Lang smiled back and forth, and Rouge was about to point to the heart of the water.

"Seven Absolute Sins ugly (cow) year of June Jiangnan repatriation"

Only from his hometown of Wanlisha, he did not start a family in the land of present-day Shu.

Jiangnan mo on the pedestrian flute, June in front of the car all flowers.

"Seven Absolute Sojourners"

Xiao Mengchun's heart is less pungent, and He Zeng Hotel has a clean wind.

In the clouds, the white horse looks at the wild geese, and the moon wanders under the poor eyes.

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