Wang Bochun, male, police officer of the Public Security Bureau of Susong County, Anhui Province. He is a member of the Chinese Poetry Society and the Anhui Poetry Association.
Selected poems
Visiting lingbi county qishi cultural park has a feeling
Creation should be indistinguishable, and search for it again and again.
Neutral to the stone, stop is greed.
corn
Step like a whip, sideways dare to stop.
I am not a maxima, why use hoof nails.
mynah
Crooked head well-behaved, the old eight is also called brother.
The bottom thing is caged, but also because of the learning tongue.
Kasuga Toyama Pear Garden
Whoever is out of the clouds will draw the picture.
The sun and spring are white, and the sea of flowers is low.
Trees are green and a thousand dreams, and the wind is fragrant and the mud is old.
Raw jin did not taste the fruit, Vulture himself was fascinated.
cicada
A few steps across the mud clouds. Not today.
Turn around and throw away the old shell and broadcast the news in a loud voice.
Mingli is tall, fat and thin before the needle.
When did he know the shame and became a native of the Green Forest Army.
Buy a rocking chair
Only one swing in the air, swinging to the chair like a wave.
On weekdays, the wind is dark, and the toes are high.
Although smallpox has a board, there is no peach in the dream.
Activate the blood around the body and lie flat for catching up.
Lantern Moon
Whoever rubs the powder well, the blue sky rolls a round.
Burst into a big dream, tread on the weak water boundless.
In the mirror, He Zengyue is the most amiable in the cup.
Imitate three or five, cook to make Wanjia Spring.
Green car style
Green cars drive by, and the area is green mountains.
Flowers bloom without horns, springs flow in the bay.
Sonorous playing double tracks, singles listen to loops.
Pull up the cooking smoke straight, and the oblique sun is on the shoulder.
Fluttering butterflies
Quiet ignorance, ripples have contrasts.
As soon as the heavy ocean waved its wings, the other shore was covered with sky.
The butterfly square is mottled, and the naughty boy is happy.
Don put the branches on the dream and fluttered the flowers in his hands.
Boiled rice dumplings
The green coat is only wrapped in white, and the heart is red earlier.
Facing the Qin Fire, he twisted and blew against Chu Feng.
After a wave of heavenly questions, then boil Miluozhong.
The solution is floating and sinking, and the sweetness has been the same.
On the street, you can see a pair of white geese to be sold
It has been far away, and the two-amphibious old shadow is a long way.
When can we meet again, we will never have to work.
Did not sing the song of mourning, comb white feathers.
Cook all the gentlemen, he endured and sharpened the knife.
Canola flowers
Because the bees and butterflies changed their dignity and guarded the old place in the field.
The most annoying people are very sour, always come to pretend to sell oil lang.
Fishing days
The business routine is not simple, and the rooster is eager to know the wind and cold.
The long river is used as a line whale as bait, and the Cangbo Riyi Pill is fished out.
See the late blooming osmanthus flowers falling in the wind
The bottom of the wind in the language with injuries, late Kai Dangui fell chongyang.
Only because of the three points of heat in the world, I finally owe autumn a piece of incense.
See the fan used by the mother
Pu Kuai wrinkled and recognized the kindness, and did not intend to turn it into the wooden cabinet.
Why is it cool in the hot summer, and suddenly the autumn wind rises at the bottom of the fan.
Carry water
Break the sky at the bottom of the Xiaguang well, and go away in a circle for a year.
Nostalgia is like water in the sand, and the more people pick it, the more fresh.
Remember in the morning
The west window revealed the red of the sun, and Weibo urged people to glance at it.
The music stars are ashamed, and the sunrise masses make new contributions.
Three monks
The master and brother carried the water to take off their robes, and the sunset in the lonely Zen room was oblique.
The rogue Shami wood fish snatched, the old monk shouted in his arms Daddy.
coffin
The coffin is a few feet away from the harmonic sound, worshipping both power and gold.
It is a pity that this human world has more meat, and a corpse has buried its heart early.
Climb the mountain after the rain
Half in the blue eyes half in the waist, from time to time to put down from time to time to pick.
Pedestrians want to meet the mountain girl noodles, the mist in the sound of springs a few bridges.
Boiled mountain springs
Or taste the fragrance of flowers or listen to pine, the moon wave Xia Road happy to meet.
A pot of heart bending with the spring boiled, fell into a thousand mountains and ravines.
Starry Night Goddess
The cradle wanders in the end of the world, and the small earth is not home.
A few feet of Qingtai will guard the rabbit, and a rocket will climb like a turtle.
The starry sky is more than nine days, and the wisdom is not the August Maple.
Learning from China and the West can complement each other, and the aura leaps forward to wait for Wuwa.
Autumn xing hit the oil
Head-on feel the evening wind pro, advertising why ask the false truth.
The lights and shadows are faint and nostalgic friends, and the real estate stands up to see the newcomers.
Call for wine for three minutes and a month, and chase away the incense cart with a piece of dust.
Huang Juxiu was proud of the frost, and the list of clothes was straighter than That of Xiao Yangchun.
Wash the dishes
Xiao Kang mixed three meals a day, and ate fish without bullets.
The child listens to the teachings of the mother, and the husband has the responsibility to clean the cup and plate.
Rush to the new style of lilly and polish the worldview of the kitchen.
Occasionally, poetry blossoms, and the oily old face is happy.
I feel that my daughter does not know swallows
Old flowers are found in the dry grass eaves, and then the mud is transported bit by bit.
The spindle is woven finely in the spring wind, and the flying cut is oblique to the twilight rain.
Scattered a few times to draw the album, whispering where to find the eggplant.
Poor good girl today, I don't know the black girl of childhood.
Spindle: The swallow body shape is spindle streamlined.
To the site of the Neolithic civilization of the Yellow Eel's Mouth
Yellow eel mouth mid-autumn qi, vicissitudes change fire and ice.
The Yangtze River is facing south, and the red sun is soaring.
Ancient and simple still exist Neolithic, acacia or knotted old hemp rope.
I don't know if he is old or buried in the first few layers of time.
The weekend market has a feeling
Look at that side and look at that side. Eyes moving around.
It is customary to see cress praising the wild old, and occasionally startling tofu out of XiShi.
Zuo Cixin fished for sea bass, and Zhang Han always thought about lettuce.
How can the monthly salary drag its legs, and the high price is late to pick up leaks.
Listen to the kitchen water dragon leaking water at night without sleep
Crisp saliva is coming out of the dust, and the cold sky is like a warm spring kiss.
The shuttle disturbs the dream with a small posture and ticks into a poem with new feet.
I was worried about bleeding for a long time, and I was worried about poverty in my brain.
Outside the handyman's shed with the sound of hammers, I know that there are late-night selling people.
Qinyuan Spring Wine
Heaven and earth are full of love, grain essence, sun and moon jelly. Immersed in endless, heroic blood, difficult to give up, volunteer articles. Victory revelry, merry drinking, and more sorrow asked Du Kang. Golden bottle lifting, flying flowers together, qu water linyi. Drunk I drive the streamer. Put a piece, youth singing passionately. Ren broke the rocket, ignited the dream, sealed the story, and gave it to Wu Gang. Countless planets, knowing each other, pouring cups one by one for tasting. When I woke up, I still had the aftertaste in my heart, and the poem flew.
Memories of Qin'e Pingui
Golden wind clusters. The laurel branches shake a thousand bell millets. Thousand Bell Millet. Sweat on earth, flying beads condensed jade. Camellia is boiled in spring green. A clay pot with a clear spring continues. Clear spring continued. A few petals of incense, you can be satisfied.
Tasha line red leaf bookmark
Red all over the Autumn Mountains, fragrant with old wine. The west wind roared. More burning sun to the edge of the sky, Yan Frost recognized Dan's heart. Take care of my fading face and take jun's hand. Idle romance for a long time. Before the air-dried vein looks at the flowers, the most common is the book friend.
A thousand poems
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