Good poems of the day
In early autumn, the wind blew through Tanjia Village
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1.
A group of people lifted the mountain road high
A string of Buddha beads hangs from the top of the palanquin, and the crimson cheeks are in the distance
Calling for love. The sound of sighing turned into birdsong
Fall on a cliff together
2.
A vein of mountains has put the village on the Datuo and Shijia'ao
The wind blows the dragon's mouth, leaving a wisp of osmanthus flowers
Gold rock at your fingertips
Feed generations of Tan family villagers
From this continues heavy symbols such as translators
3.
Autumn colors came from the other side of the mountain
The sunset over the mountains makes inspiration pour out
Beautiful Tanjia Village,
The rest of the beauty is a tile house full of golden corn, a building
There are also childlike old people holding young children who are babbling and learning
4.
Pass winding, rocky muddy mountain roads
The heartbeat is in the red palm of the wild kiwi, carved with forty-two standing acacia trees
Touch the bloody thorns and hit the absurd and silent legend of the "father-in-law's back and daughter-in-law"
Everyone wakes up in a dream and examines with a normal mind
"People are doing it, the sky is watching" admonition
5.
The sound of birdsong from the eaves falls to the ground
The wind will blow them up again, blowing far away into the land
Play a chapter in Sino-German culture
The old man was as peaceful as a candle of thought
Or like a white dove flying in the sky
6.
Walk the mountains and leave the confusion in the mountain stream
There is no one with the surname Tan in Tanjia Village.
Shi Jia'ao, who could not be called shi, was an echo of the Yang family's walking in the human world
The wind whispers of the mountains and the nicknames of birdsong
It's all the singing of the sun
7.
The Wu River passes through the foot of the mountain, and the sound of the waves is not extinguished
Sing the hillside. The stars blowing with the wind
It thrives here. Under the gaze of the golden Buddha's light
The cheeks are rosy and the color of the blood vessels floats
I dissolve with all things into the vastness and burning rise of this mountain
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