Selected poems| a smile and a thousand strands of meaning, amorous for the rain drunk spring

"Self-Entertainment"

Text/East Side

The rain and moon stars are endless at night, and the candles reflect the shadow of the west window.

Quietly leaning on the rail to smell old songs, the piano is difficult to entertain.

"Shepherd Boy Riding a Bull"

Text/Spring and Autumn

The grass is green under the shade of the forest, and the young man rides a bull to stop.

The flute is idle blowing branches, and the broken branches are not willows with whom?

"Like a Dream, Don't Envy Youth"

Text/Deep Valley Youlan, Lin Er

Not envious of youth, but more envious of the same old age.

Join hands in their homes, with their children on their knees.

Okay, okay. Folds are considered treasures.

"Fisherman's Pride Tonight Warm Wine Tonight Drunk Tonight"

Text/Yu Yu

Tonight the warm wine is drunk tonight, and no one is with me in tears.

The bright moon is sad and windy, floating and falling, and when can I sleep.

Almost the bamboo flute whimpered sin, and the city was miserable.

Mo Dao is drunk and crisp, must have no regrets, and it is rare to get drunk without anything in the world.

"Picking Mulberries Freehand"

Text/Lee Ka Wing

Sad rain fell on the banana tree, the leaves are xiaoxiao.

Ye Ye Xiaoxiao. Since then, the lights and flowers have withered alone.

The red letter is infinitely acacia, write to whom to see?

Write to whom? When the tears turned a lot, the hatred disappeared.

"Winning the Championship • Autumn Nostalgia"

The clouds are low and the sky is high, the sand is cold and the water is blue, and the green bamboo is xiaoxiao.

A few old geese in the rivers and lakes, oblique shadows in the sky, far away.

Under the sunset of the mountains, hagi flowers fly and teach who to stay nostalgic.

Gradually remnants of cicadas, all over the noise and decline of Yang, but the autumn light is still shallow.

Helpless time is like an arrow. The past is hidden deeply, and it is all in the dust of poetry.

Since ancient times, acacia has no shore, haggard Yi people, four years long.

Tired of thinking about the past, counting the return period, and sadly breaking the soul.

More that kan, butterfly dreams of hurt, dreams of flowing years are changed.

"Seven Absolute Hearts"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

The lotus pond is lonely and the small building is shaded, and the tree screen window has not been untied.

Qu Nu whispered a short dance, and the swallow guided Junxun.

"Seven Absolute Mid-Autumn Poems"

(i)

The night moon came to break the house obliquely, and the sound of the piano meant to make me still home?

Sad fifteen thousand thousand hate, but also the soul marks of the candle flower.

(ii)

Jiangnan fog and rain wet window screens, berth is desolate and not like home.

The road of the world has never been wounded and scattered, and the countryside and mountains smell of high flowers?

"Seven Laws and Shangyuan Works"

Shangyuan Xiangying Jincheng, come to the North Pillow Double Qing.

The clothes are covered with green water, and the grass reflects the slanting sun and wild birds singing.

Jinglang tea smoke flowed purple gas, and the bamboo rain was moistened.

The chanting notes are suddenly idle and happy, and the dreams fly around the sky.

"Seven Laws of Chongqing Rain Lane"

The wind curtain is first uniform, and the alley is strange and new.

Purple Qi shocked the flowers to learn to dance, and the pearl walked with green and cheeks.

Flying dream butterflies fly golden umbrellas, and blossoms of sleeping clouds fall jade people.

A smile fell into the city, and the amorous rain drunken spring.

"Seven Laws of Tribute to Mr. Yuan Longping"

Rice summons Shennong leaf leaf boat, Shibata rice overflows in spring and autumn.

The seedlings are full of emotion, and the fruits are stained with clothes.

Two feet of mud deeply inherit the grand event, a lifetime of long-term dedication.

Dan's heart is full of merit and honor, and tears of mourning for geniuses burst into tears.

"Seven Laws on the Banks of the Jialing River"

The red rain on the moon is crippled, and the peace is congratulated from the tender green.

Light and clear intention to present heavenly happiness, Li Qiao stole the heart to reveal the plate.

Tailiu delicate fragrance is still good, Pengshan beauty has always been wide.

Leisurely dream of Jialing wine, like this Jiachen with a smile.

"Seven Laws : Chongqing Cherry"

The eyebrows of the phoenix moth are always fragrant, and they all become peiyu xiaoniang.

Dancing sleeves are divided into beaded trees, and the strings of song are embroidered.

Lychee cage smoke competes for bright colors, and durian flowers dye tears as red makeup.

From the raw miao also shocked seats, there is a Daopeng Mountain laughing manlang.

"Nango IchisheMe Yongno Plum"

Text/Tianya is a tired guest

The older the more flowers, the more they embrace the spring heart and breed the buds.

In the snow and wind of the red shirt, the incense reaches the end of the world, and the warmth reaches the end of the world.

I don't want to occupy a high place, and I don't want to compete with the peach.

There is a book of books and a piece of paper, and it comes like Xia, and it goes like Xia.

"Nanxiang Yi scissors plum revisit songtao reservoir"

The lake reflects the old forest autumn, and the sunset sinks and floats and the water flows freely.

The dusk wind in my ears is getting tighter, and I am worried when I listen, and I am sad when I ask.

Drifting leaves to Danzhou, a shore acacia self-mail.

The old friends live thousands of miles away, and they are also lonely boats, and they are also lonely boats.

"Nango Ichi cut mei autumn love"

The mountains are as pale as eyebrows, and the geese fly with idle clouds.

Try to say hello to the local voice, the wind traces can be chased, and the geese traces are difficult to chase.

Autumn su broke the window curtain, and the pillow hated the new cold lamp for fear of blowing.

If you want to sing the sad song several times, the flowers can be returned, and the personnel is difficult to return.

Facing the sea, look for light with black eyes. Founded on November 16, 2015, the Poetry Club takes "giving voice to grassroots poets" as its mission and carries forward the "spirit of poetry" as its purpose, that is, the pursuit of the truth, goodness and beauty of poetry, the artistic innovation of poetry, and the spiritual pleasure of poetry. He has published a collection of poems co-authored by poets, "Spring Warm Blossoms of Reading Sleeping Poems" and "Grass Long Warblers Flying in Reading Sleeping Poems". The poets work tirelessly, the poetry club forges ahead, constantly innovates, recommends excellent poems, produces high-quality poetry collections, recites excellent works, recommends poets' works in various forms, lets more people read excellent works, appreciates poetry culture, we are on the move!