Selected poems| three more leaves fall a thousand mountains white, a piece of flowers remnants overnight cool

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Text/North Sheep

At the end of the song, the people scattered alone, and they were deeply disturbed for ten years.

Often recall the ancient rhyme in front of the screen, unforgettable strange knot Jinlan.

The full moon meets qianqiu dream, and Han Mo ci lin xue hai huan.

Where is the Present Fu Yaoqin, Zhiyin all go to play to whom.

"Tang Duoling Autumn Equinox"

Text/East Side

Drizzle three autumn equinoxes. Windy day and night. In front of the small building, dangui fang alcohol.

The pond of the residual lotus lake stands on the water, and the fragrance is as old as before, waiting for the next spring.

More exposed intrusion. Crows cry wine semi-tour. Shadow single, cold and no one.

Quietly leaning on the bar to smell old songs, strangers, tears.

"Double Tone, Remembering Jiangnan and Walking Tall Buildings with Cold Green"

Text/Cold Rose

Zheng Hongyan, the return of the guests has not rested.

Lingxiu mountain and river wanderer tears, hibiscus beautiful and sad.

Nothing to talk about.

Back to the guest, a drunken moon frightened gulls.

Only with the slanting sun to find the distance, and with the cold green step tall buildings.

Cloud up drunk Jingzhou.

The Seven Laws of the Autumn Equinox

Text/Deep Valley Youlan, Lin Er

Nanchuan also saw flocks of geese, and the north ridge pine branches were half-sheared.

The maple leaves are red like butterfly shadows, and the sycamore dots are nearly the autumn equinox.

The cicadas silently look for new dreams, and the jade lotus leads the way to find the old texts.

Alone in a foreign land, empty to the moon, frost and wind blowing on the face of the times.

"Autumn Equinox"

The night of the festival turns cool from autumn equinox, and the maple is red like a fire chrysanthemum.

Flying south and north geese on the clouds, Liang Rice harvest thousands of miles.

"Autumn Love"

Text/Spring and Autumn

The autumn equinox for green gradually became clear, and Huang Ju Danfeng ren Erxing.

It is a year of scenery, and the colored mountains paint the shore to put the poet's eye.

"Seven Absolute Autumn Harvests"

Text/Small bridge flowing water

The clouds open and the fog is scattered, and the autumn light in the countryside is exceptionally clear.

Mo asked the farmer about sorrow and music, and listened to the singing of The Stranger.

"Man Tingfang, Near Mid-Autumn Homesickness"

The Red Durian of the West Garden and the Yellow Chrysanthemum of the Eastern Hedge have already arrived in the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Lean on the fence and add a few places of idleness.

Whoever breaks the pipe is broken, and how can the west and water flow east.

Bamboo shakes the shadow, deeper and whiter, and the moon outside the window is like a hook.

Half a cup of tea, a bald pen in red, and no worries.

Looking back on the past, I traveled with my youth as a child.

This heartfelt hometown, the night of the full moon, a drunken party rest.

The return date is approaching, zheng hongyin, and thoughts rush into the heart.

"Encounter with Liu Hongqiu"

Xiao Xiao fell over the mountain home, yellow birch Dan maple chrysanthemum.

The leaf is not swept for idlers, busy picking autumn water to boil new tea.

"Seven Autumn Colors"

Guizi is fragrant on August days, and Tao Ju on the fence competes with each other.

And look at the mountain maple like fire, and enjoy the reed flowers as snow.

"Good Things Near, Feelings"

Text/Lee Ka Wing

Hard work and bitterness, do the world's bumps.

The hagi flowers on the banks of the river are like snow, which is a late autumn wind.

Flowers blossom and fall moon profit and loss, personnel two pin bones.

The silence was abrupt and parted, sighing and trance.

"Remembrance of Qin'e Kesi"

In a flash, low wandering past by the fence timidity.

Timidity, affection among guests, and many robberies in ancient times.

The square pond is half cold and frozen. Ten years is like the Chihiro Tower.

Qianxun Pagoda, Acacia Flying Over, Wushan Wuxia.

"Seven Laws of Autumn Willow"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

Lonely autumn fireflies like frost, a thousand willows fishing pond.

Creekside early Gui Tiansun scissors, bamboo outside the sparse tung girl makeup.

I don't see Jiangnan moving with Yan, and I see the flowers under the moon.

Borrow from the Style of Shu Dao, happy to return to Yongshu Township.

"Seven Laws of The Moon and the Night Falling Flowers"

It is difficult to find the life of the moon, and the soul pulse is covered with frost.

Three more leaves fall a thousand mountains white, a piece of flowers remnants of a night cool.

The curtain is tilted in front of the curtain, and the fairy mirror is half against the wall.

Looking at the doubtful teardrops, Gu Ying had no reason to sort out the messy makeup.

"Pai Lu And Homecoming Freehand"

The rain fell all over the mountain, and the branches were low to protect the guests.

Return to the heart to beckon the wings of the birds, cover the sniffles and whisk the clouds.

Want to talk nostalgic old, with sideburns.

The breeze is strong, and the young bamboo is majestic.

The wine is cheerful, and the new poems are drunk and inky.

Long songs by the moonlight, short dances open spring clothes.

The tao is natural and wonderful, and life has a turnaround.

"Rhythm and Writing Love"

I am busy looking for love and reminiscing, and I don't know my hometown.

The rain beats the Wynn language, and the clouds come to admire the intestines.

The wind blows the mountains and wears snow, and the moon dyes water and melts makeup.

Dao Jing Pavilion is empty, and the bag is shy.

Because of the thoughts of the heart, the situation is against the bamboo side room.

Xiao green is a little wine, and spring red turns into a faint.

Three cups of Kuang outside the world, written in a dreamless way.

"Five Laws of Fishing Songs"

Fishing songs accompany me, and the water is wide to the gulls.

The sun is white, and the spring is clear.

There is no nobility in the same heart, and the wine is recognized as a meritorious name.

Wave your hand to summon the soul, leisurely pluck the jade kite.

"Seven Absolutes, North Overlook River Village"

The grass in the north overlooking the river village is still thin, and the plum blossoms are dotted like xiani.

The sound of the spring accompanied me in the dust, and a long song of birds competed.

"Five Laws of Remembrance And Dance Photos"

At that time, the people who danced sleeves were written in ancient and modern spring.

Dai bird mo empty small, cloud out of the water new.

The shadow becomes a dream, and the thin shadow is yue Jiachen.

Bitter words are cruel, and lovesickness is not asked.

《Nangoko Suharukawa Hotel》

Text/Tianya is a tired guest

Riding a crane under Wei Yang, Mo Xiao poet Xiao Mengxiang.

The top frost silk can't comb it, it seems to be wandering. It hurts like acacia in ancient times.

The sky is wide and the river is desolate, and the lone sail of the film shines white.

The clouds are endless and vast. Not a hero who keeps intestines.

"Nanxiangzi Titled Egret Double Flying Figure"

White birds graze the reeds, and the evening sun is microwaved and fine.

How much suffering there is in a lifetime of acacia, infinite. Unforgettable double dance in the blue sky.

A splash of blood, across the sea over the mountains to find the old traces.

If the new singer also loves, meet. Autumn Moon Ping Lake drunk in dreams.

"Nangozi Night Thoughts"

The full moon hangs in Qiongzhou, wordless and silent with the current.

Yu Yukong Mingren is not quiet, leisurely, a few trees coconut wind chaotic whitehead.

The shadow stands tall, and the sea hair loves each other in autumn.

Knowing the bitterness of loneliness, resting, drinking into the intestines and not solving the sorrows.

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!