【Poetry Yearbook】
Lee Ching An Xin Ugly Volume
About the Author
Li Qing'an, male, pen name Thin Bamboo, bei signed to hold a pot of lu owner, Hubei Province, Jianshi County Huazhangpo village people, belongs to the dog, Ju Enshi, practicing lawyer. Chief Legal Counsel of Yunfan Poetry Friends Association.
【Yearbook of Xin Ugly Poetry】Li Qing'an Volume
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On the twenty-eighth day of the 28th month of Gengzi La, he traveled on a business trip to handle cases. Feelings in the Eun Ham Expressway
Mo sighed that the snow on the mountain had not melted, and the spring color had been slightly wet.
Hurrying to feel that the year is approaching, how many part-time journeys are in the wind and rain.
Xin Ugly Yuan Day trial pen
And with the bull's breath into the New Year, lightly dipped in frost milli-inscription powder.
The past was deleted and saved one or two, and came to Shang Chun color to proofread yun.
Begonia
The shears of the mixed fertilizer loose soil are uneven, and the grass and trees are moist in spring.
A new red calyx is dripping, and the begonia flowers are hairy and branched.
Wing Lan
Togen Empty Valley sends a fragrant fragrance, and the flowers are long and green leaves.
Remove the pool edge and ink seeds, and inadvertently have a fragrance.
Climb the overlook
The wind and sunny days are suitable for climbing, and the 100,000 buildings revolve around the city.
The Baili Qing River flows endlessly, looking at the two green mountains of Wan'er.
Spring
Mei Xuebin's cold gradually rested, and the first time Jia Shu listened to the singing dove.
Look at the green of the countryside, and people are sending red cattle in the spring breeze.
Lyrical
The kagule spring sun shines brightly, and the short clothes and thin socks are light.
The screen in the circle reported that the work was auspicious, and the mountains and rivers were proud and angry.
On the ninth day, Sanliba beckoned drinking
A river of smoked willows is smoking new, and several mountain cherry blossoms are half evenly colored.
The spring breeze of Sanli is like wild brewing, and the people who are drunk and watching the flowers are drunk.
Xie Youren gave morels a poem
The broth is boiling to be feasted, and it is rare for the mountain treasures to come out of noda.
A plate of morels, spring mud washed and cooked fresh.
Xin ugly on the yuan no moon
Tonight the lantern moon is not discussed, leaving the lantern to open on its own.
It is not that the spring clouds hinder the moon, but because the wind and rain are the most difficult to prevent.
Morning run improvisation
When the yin time was mistaken, the guanguan broke the dawn tree and branched.
The river has not stopped for a moment, and the forging of bones is sooner or later.
There is a sentence in the morning exercise
Weeping willows in early February, chattering and waking up.
Everything in the world is the same, and you need to read more books to go far.
Gift to Brother Jai
When I asked Mo Zhi Jinghua, I was full of spring breeze and worshiped Jia.
Now to the white cloud and express delivery, carrying a piece of rain before the bud.
President Xie Sun Shengjie presented bonsai with a sentence
Lead the neck to probe the waist three or two branches, the vitality of the spring late.
It looks like an ordinary tree, and the roots are like a dragon's disk.
There is a saying about the tomb of the Gurudwara
Spring clouds are far away from the summer mountains, and the blue blood follows the weather to transform Yue Ling.
Si Di Qianqiu has a strong atmosphere, and Bauhinia Gaoyi protects Song Ming.
Hefang Street is booming
The wine flag beckoned me to wash the dust, and the ancient rhyme was haunting.
Wa Shang Ling listened to Song Yu, like hearing Junqu drunk this person.
Visit the Liangzhu Cultural Site
The ancient country sought roots from eastern Zhejiang, and the jade and rice were born in the starry sky.
Today, the holy place is full of trees and flowers.
There is a saying in the Gurudwara Seal Society
Xiling association cranes are guests, and the famous lake is a close neighbor.
In a piece of mountains and rivers, the wind and turmoil have led to more than a hundred springs.
Visit Xiaoshan Huantan Village Lichuan High-tech Agricultural Demonstration Park
Purple Ke shakes the green jagged, and it is the blueberry that ripens the branches.
Each piece is exquisite like a rabbit's eye, and the jade bowl is piled up to think late.
The car passed through the three-mile wilderness
The light car wants to go up the clouds, and it looks better to jump out of the clouds.
The peaks under the eyes are like sea mountains, a wave of smoke and a wave of cold.
Boating on the South Crossing River
Who sent Qiong Zhu to transform the blue waves, the clear makeup mirror is like a ying grinding.
Yingying autumn water can not be painted, the first letter in the dust is absolutely colorful.
Yanghe Village is slow to rise
The empty mountain has few pedestrians, and it should be that Taoyuan can avoid Qin.
Borrowing the dangerous pavilion to welcome Xiao Xu, the village south village north bird sound frequency.
Red Sister Farm Stay Mouth Occupied
The sun is high and the trees are full of smoke, and the afternoon breeze is light and the light sleep is light.
There are guests who are unexpectedly frightened by crane dreams, and the chickens and yellow dogs are in turmoil.
There is a saying about the tea source of the Wanli Tea Ceremony
Climb the tea ceremony and chant, and the wood ear mountain is in the middle of the elegant trail.
But I have to send this for the rest of my life, and listen to the pine boiled tea talk Tonong.
In the summer of Xin Ugly, Mr. Yang Xiuwu used the memorial "Horse Award" Moutai in his collection to invite drinks, and sent it
Yang Weng beckoned him to drink and hide privately, and rode a horse to fly a feather.
Only affection can accompany wine, and will also read poetry with drunken eyes.
Tea shop station nostalgic
The ancient wind of the thousand-year-old post road exists, and the bluestone is still faintly left with pestle marks.
And just a single bush to cook rain, a pot of years of cool and warm.
Wangjiang Pavilion plays a song
The clouds fly out of the eaves and fly on the mountain, and the fence looks down on the birds low.
Qunfeng arched badong county, and shang asked the Yangtze River to turn a corner.
The night before the white dew, the clouds of the Wuxia Gorge were in the air
Drink in the mountains at night as a fairy, and lie down to listen to the wind and rain under the clouds.
Three more dew white poetry heart, the sound of the waves to the pillow.
Lingzhi at the mouth of the gorge is overlooked
Yun steaming gorge mouth hua linlin, who put the xianzhi plant bichen.
Climbing the twelve peaks of WuShan, a clear roar swept away the dust.
There is a sentence for night sailing on the Yangtze River
Colorful lights hang on the city, and the streams of light on both sides of the strait are clear.
Look at Patong Huaman County, sail and wave and sing.
Shenlong Creek Waterfall
It is also difficult to climb the high peak of Baizhang Peak, and the waterfall between the cliffs sends a slight cold.
Follow the river into the sea and flow east, all the way frightened and unbearable to watch.
The tracker stone has a nostalgia
Negative fibrous marks are not bad, and the years are as stable as a rock through wind and rain.
Beads of sweat rolled down into the smoke. A flat leaf boat crosses the dangerous shoal.
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Two days after the feast of Qingdu Gengzi Xiaohan, the snow outside the city was stepped on, and Zhou He visited Mei. There is mail
I want to pull the heavenly river. The westerly wind rises and the ice and snow are chaotic. The mountains are colorful, the long mirror is dust-free, and the tall buildings are broken. The eyebrows were dyed with frost early, and I looked back and was more than halfway through the ages. Lingering, jade tooth Zhu Yan, by who secretly steals.
Cold as if I were. As the world is, the wrong way is already accustomed. Chrysanthemums are planted by the fence, willows are planted by the stream, and the rain and sunshine are good. Plum blossoms fly in the shadows, spring news, and listen to Qiong Guan. When the swallows come next year, the Qianjiang water will be warmed.
Huan Xisha when reading "The Theory of Contradictions" sense
In August 1937, in order to overcome the dogmatic ideas in the Communist Party of China, Chairman Mao Zedong wrote the immortal philosophical work "Mao Dun Theory" in Yan'an. Re-reading today, still deafening.
Materialistic idealism has been in contention for a long time, and it seems that it has never won or lost. It is difficult to understand the practice of taoism.
Experience is used as a self-warning, and dogma is easy to get stuck in the mud. Listen to the sound of the waves on the autumn night of the Yanhe River.
Qinyuan Chun Jiangping River
Range Rover Jiangping, cold waves like mirrors, clouds and ravines on the screen. Looking at the surrounding forest table, the sky is green. Cliffs and waterfalls, frozen and quiet. The dragon snake on the wall is full of life, and it is suspected that it is a thousand-year-old stone milk condensation. When the wind returns, the gulls and birds are flying, and they are overwhelmed at first sight.
Heavy water resisted the mountain, and the boat followed the painting boat to resume. Sigh against the current to block, stagger the peak to put it, want to be poor, want to be dark and bright. Happy to the first tun, smile at the sunset, rarely rain and sunshine. Jun and I, self-embracing and frank, all the way to the top.
Raccoon Creek Sand
Two days before the Xin Ugly Dragon Boat Festival, he had a drink with the scholar Mr. Jianchu, Liang Biao, Chunhua, Yongsheng, Rongqing, and Chengwen friends in Zhouhe, following the legacy of the sages, making the cup more dishes, and talking about books and papers. It was late, the cool breeze was gentle, the frogs were sounding, and everyone felt a sense of detachment. Until the night, the excitement is dispersed. Go back and tune into Huanxi Sand to remember.
Lifting the wine to open the sense of forgetfulness, cool breeze to get drunk and awake. Talk about frogs listening in the side ears.
This night the Zhou River smells the meandering water, from the Jun Yi Seat to the Lan Pavilion. Sit back and watch the grass flow with fireflies.
Qinyuan Spring Flower Palm Slope
I don't have to climb high, I can also look at the distance, my heart is happy. Look at a river breaking the valley, a thousand streams of snow gushing. The peaks are lined up, and the clouds are cut. The sun is shining, the smoke and rain are four o'clock, and the scenery of the six counties is dazzling. Looking back low, pointing to the slope between the fingers, the second flower blooms.
The forest spring can raise orphans, and the chrysanthemum path has been cultivated into bamboo. Think of the old weir in front of the door, there are neighbors drinking together, new birds by the fence, and no guess. Swirl boiled village mash, re-added wild tea, and returned to Changsi to teach The Harvest Terrace. Gaze at the place, the nostalgia is just right, the poetry lingers.
Qinyuan Chun Padang
Pick up the shawl, look for the mouth of the gorge, and climb Padang. Looking at the great river, the snow waves, the heavy mountains, the clusters of cloud peaks. Birds are like flying kites, boats are like walking ants, and people are like floating dust to send blue domes. Lingering, Xi Qiu Rong came out of the bath, and it was thicker than spring.
Attentive to the encounter of mountains and rivers, more frost clear leaves are red. Sigh the towering towering, jagged and radiant, the long bridge reclining, swallowing Jackie Chan. Shore New City, Bo Yan Ancient Town, how many mysteries in the dream. Thirty degrees, feel the boundless wind, business lush.
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