Jin Yan: "Spring is always short and often mistaken, flowers are easy to fall in the sky and easy to twilight" | [useless set]

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Jin Yan, Doctor of Laws, President of the Legal Poetry Society. Published a collection of poems, "Few Works: A Book of Two Places of Legal Poetry".

Poetry view: "Poetry is beautiful, words are short and long".

【Send Li Gong to a new position】

(Lone Goose In The Flock)

Pack up your years and put the book in your pocket.

The east wind sticks to the willows, and the swallows peck at the new beams.

Spring is good to think about and happy, cold and smiling.

The ice heart will be a piece, sent to the Fuchun River.

【Nishiyama Chanting Zen】

Reclining on the west mountain to make a huge song, the blue clouds and blue sea are staggering.

Floating and sinking is dry new diseases, wandering left and right to love the old Ke.

Struggle is still lost, and it is lost with fate.

The scriptures are all over the world, and there are many cries and dramas in the night.

【Tai'an Xingyin】

Que Mo Qingqing passed his eyes and leaned on the window for thousands of miles to go to the poetry line.

The top of the famous mountain is seen in the clouds, and the Nongda Gate greets the sun.

Fangshu spring heart early bird, small street fireworks through the city.

At that time, the seals were all dusty, and the stone was long left with Yue Yue's feelings.

Note: In the spring of the year of Peng Shu, he went to Shandong Agricultural University to teach an open class on poetry appreciation. Write poems.

【Yulou Spring Spring Night Stay on Zhengyi Road South Frontage Street】

The east wind is fine willow weeping south road, bud green into pearl green trees.

Xiao Xiao's car and horse dimmed the lights, and the windows were extinguished.

Spring is always short and often wrong, and flowers are easy to bloom and easy to twilight.

But grace is hard to reward for a long time, and this hatred should be gradually realized.

【Magnolia Slow, Self-Hai Near Mid-Autumn Festival】

The westerly wind blows sideburns, the clothes are thin, and the night streets are cold.

Look at the dim starry sky, depressed clothes, like a lost year.

Tonight the yellow flower purple crab, stepping on the heavy building, the lights look for Shan Shan.

The white dew has not yet returned, and the green frost has turned the leaves into Dan.

There is no place in the world. Xiangshui Fuyan Mountain.

He once enjoyed the rain in the south of the river, the north of the furnace, and ate Chang'an.

In this life, only the festival is delayed, the moon is often hooked, and it is difficult to reunite for a long time.

State affairs are divided and merged, and the love affair is involved.

Note: Attached is the masterpiece of Jianxun's brother Ciyun.

【Magnolia Slow· Ji Hai Year August 16th To the Moon Sent Far Away Professor Ci Yun Bo Jin】

Liu Jianxun

The north window burned candles, Linxuan long, timid autumn cold.

Want to send poems to Jie'e, rhyme with Hubert, and lend the year of the turtle.

Liangchen Yu drank alone, and remembered the star eyes to cut the bone Shanshan.

In the mirror, the soup crow sideburns, the stove in front of the hand elixir.

On earth, tonight the moon is closing. Taodu several heavy mountains.

The longitudinal test score is clear, the Xiang string is not finished, and the paint column is difficult.

The machine is separated from the bed by whispering, suing the ancient and modern wind objects less long circle.

Jade is only carved and carved, and the paper kites want to indulge and pull back.

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