Lin Jianfeng, post-95, Guangxi Yulin people, net name Liangyue, the number of Xiaoyaosheng, good at poetry, sexual tranquility. Zong Wanyu faction, poetics Wen Li, word habit Liu Jiang, but also involved in the Hundred Schools of Voyeurism.
◆Selected poems◆
Village row
In the alley, the remnants of the sun return to the milk swallow, and the willows in the creek head fall crows.
The spring wind was unbearable last night, and the first flower bloomed to the north.
plane
Dawning with the clouds, looking away from people flying north and south.
Thirty thousand days on earth, I don't know when I will return.
Quatrains
Coming and going without a trace, Xiao Di picked out the semi-lun text.
After sad goodbye, recheck the point, and then send lovesickness is not Jun.
Spring tours are worth the rain
Spring grass grows on the side of the small rain canal, and thunder on the carp pond.
Yang Hua was left unattended all the way, and the swallows came to the twelve pavilions.
Gifts
Feeling that it was difficult to survive, he laughed before gathering and dispersing the feast.
The wind in the city is late, and the flowers in the seat are sunset and dusk.
The spirit girl followed the new sentences, and The love and Xiao Lang made old marks.
It is said that the world is half a way to go wrong, and it must be known that drunkenness is dry.
River Transmission
Lonely lights lounging. Be soft intestines, the old things in the south of the city. Last night's dream back, the cold courtyard early spring solstice. Ask the person, not at all. Luo Yi lightly closed the door deeply. The water is far away and the mountains are long, and there are thousands of kinds of pity. Gaunt five more, about to add him to the crow word. Think about it, send nothing.
Asagiri Tso Guest Night
Pengmen said goodbye to each other, and long-term travel fell into exile. Long memories of the lights of the south city, a few times the fluorescent grass shimmer. Boundless wind and moon, and curtains half rolled, a pillow away from home. Ask this floating fame and fortune, except for who turns flies busy?
Biwasen Moon
Shuying is invited, to the boudoir, the dream is difficult to say. Taste and thousands of miles south of the city, sad old people goodbye. The sky is far away, the cold stars count the points, the clouds come out, for whom is gaojie? Afraid of entering Huaqing, fang soul does not care, return to the language of sorrow. About the cold guest, help drunk Yangzhou, cover Zhu household, the lone lamp is extinguished. The long is the willow of the dawn wind, and there is a good day. Ask each other, look at me wordlessly, closer to the window, sunset into Yue? Imagine heaven and earth, this is difficult to do.
Forever Meet Happy Rainy Night
Xiang Xiaoqing lights, hazy alleys, chaotic beads piled up. The pillow is cold, several times invaded the household, and the long is not sleepy. Cloud dreams lock, riverside dance, fluttering youth arrogance. Speaking of which, the green-shirted perch is braised, how can it be the taste of the old times? Jingo lyrics, literary style is prosperous, who with the mountains and rivers to share tears? Looking for Yingzhou, Nanhua is tired, and Mo Zhoulang is drunk. The ocean is eternal, the waves are like snow, and the whales are thousands of miles away. QianHuanghe, Qionglou shadow, one day rainy.
Cold and autumn feeling
Xiaoyuan Hanqing, Fragrant Swallow, how many traces? Yun Yao Dream Grass, introducing the poets of the Southern City. Speechless, wind letters, broken books And Heavenly Sorrows. But secretly pinned bones, chaotic red flying, when is it a memory? Fluttershy. Yu Qiuli. Sine turning lonely, for whom to chant the side? Lou Ting slept, and the old testament searched for seven lakes. Wipe the clothes cream, it is difficult to harvest the eyes, why is it far away from the tree empty calendar? Afraid of greeting, the sea of smoke is vast, and people have seen the color of the people.
Nian Nu Jiao
A clear light, a total of cloisters to the evening, a long sky and a lonely moon. The wind in the small courtyard gradually tightened, startling hou insects to cut. The corner of the broken window, the heavy door flowers, full of sadness. Old love and ridicule, several times the children parted for the first time. Nanguo Wangli meditated, Qian who jinzi, to write autumn season. After wanting to send the Handan people to lie down, it is difficult to cross the Mountain of Naiguan. Apply star cream, without relying on the past, and live up to the warmth of the king's heart. Flying puffs of hatred, the north return road is cold.
High balcony
Looking for a good night, falling on a cold day and falling on the moon, climbing the stairs alone and autumn light. Is it a family, arguing to know the sadness of distant guests? The isolated village has been habitually sleeping, but the sound is spread, and the grass is hidden. Make a sound, pillow on the placket, send over the West Wing. The old tour here is sad and hopeless, there is a smile in front of the face, and the road is unknown. The floating stem has no basis, and gradually dissolves the clouds and rain. Heavy city on the day of peach blossom debt, think of Liu Lang, when to return to the voyage? Manga wins, one night red notes, write all red makeup.
Manjiang red
Thousands of miles, by whom to ask, the heroes? Autumn arrives, the broken hong flies away, and the yellow flower season. Under the lamp, there was a surge of pride, and the dragon in the book was heroic. Moving cold guests, swearing swords for years, throwing blood. When the tiger is bound, it is difficult to despair, it is difficult to pass on wine and hate, and it is difficult to extinguish sorrow. Drunken to the hero, humiliation is hard to break. Confucians did not pass on Li Guang, and fusheng songs were afraid of sorrow. Should you know me, a song of great wind, who blows the crack?
Pick mulberries
Outside the Hakka door, there is a little bit of rain, a little hazy. Drip all the sycamores. The sound of leaf leaves is a night of wind. In the southwest road of the present square inch, the gathering is hurried. It's hard to come and go. Heaven and tenderness in the old and new.
Eight returns
Dangerous pavilion rain, wordless bamboo cultivation, incense cold drops of silence. Feelings gradually frost and wind tightened, crying to go to the city lonely goose, dark grass first weeping. The most bitter Pengmen floating waves, committing all the troubles in the autumn. Long thoughts, don't say a word to the west window, looking at the north of the sky. Contention away from the small and medium-sized characters, the return journey is difficult to predict, tired of relying on micro-talented poets. The clouds fluttered, the five lakes toured, and the drunken flute was summoned. Qian Bian Zhou Fan Li, lead me to the old king's mansion in Jiangnan. Fight all day long, about friends looking for children, strange flowers, adjust the kite to sit together and reminisce.
Long pavilion complains about slow autumn rain
Into the window, dusk about with. Thousands of miles of clouds, moving autumn sorrow. Damaged flowers, the front of the steps and guests as a couple. The old tour used to be, flowers umbrella, both go. Every mistake is windy, outside the heavy wall, whispering. Such as silk. To the human world, the most distant children. A hint of tie me, Little Joe is in, who lives in Wu Palace? Lonely curtain rolls, incense sleeves should be dipped, tears are evenly distributed, and red letters add sentences. Ask Liu Lang under the peach, when will the end of the world return?
A thousand poems
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