About the Author
Xu Xuanbo, net name Coral, is a member of the Shaanxi Poetry Society, a director of the Fengxian Writers Association, and the chief editor of poetry on the public platform of "Three Qin Literature".
A selection of poems
Laba porridge
Five beans with coarse grains, add firewood do not panic.
Life is like ding rice, boiling and smelling incense.
Old house
Carrying nostalgia for a long time, the Ancestors of the Qingming Dynasty returned home.
The vicissitudes of the old house are like rocks, and the shadows of the walls are colorful.
Chant peppercorns
Embellished with danzhu dazzling blue sky, hot summer competition enchanting.
The breeze is fragrant everywhere, and the long-renowned is the phoenix pepper.
Sleepwalking gangnam
The rivers and the sky are flowing, and the wild geese pass through Tingzhou.
The forest is quiet in the eastern suburbs, and the smoke contains the northern Zhuyu.
The treetops are hanging for half a month, and the lake is swinging flat.
Take advantage of this night's dream, Jiangnan to enjoy the tour.
Years of nostalgia
Hesitant and full of ambition to climb the locust, helpless life to the platform.
The childlike heart looks at the late years, and the crane dreams waiting for the spring to come.
Travel all over the world and play the three Qin YongCai alone.
May the poetry world have more pure land, and the Tang wind and Song rain will bloom.
Qingming Festival
Hurriedly, a few qingmings, pale white pear blossoms fell to Fengcheng.
The grass is long and frequent, and the wandering dreams are added, and the warblers fly just like the old people.
Every time the wind blows away from sorrow, thoughts are often born with the moon and night.
After many years of worshipping ancestors, there is less sorrow in peace.
willow
Shu opened his sleepy eyes to distinguish clearly, and the first blooming goose yellow night warbler.
The head of the moon has a date, and the wind comes to the ferry to be merciless.
Baqiao regretted that the boat was tied, and Qin Sai xiangsi's tears had crossed.
The embankment beckons swallows, piles of smoke and rain to play the sound of spring.
Dotted lips The countryside is in full swing
Dewa oblique, eaves hanging green willow field home good. Around the river sand road, Tong Sou returned early. Racks of grapes, chickens and dogs sprinkle hilariously. Grandma was annoyed, and the roar was high-pitched, startling the birds.
Flowers in the rain make the moon feel lyrical
The heavenly jade toad is clear. Straight to the river embankment. Crush the Qiong Yao wave roll and turn to the void embedded. Obsessed with the moon. About the reward of friends, this affection is the same. The homeland is far away, the night is quiet, and the feeling of wandering and misery is sad.
Plum blossoms lead to dreams
Destroy the flowers. Surprised green calyx. Birds high and low bell smoke basket. Wei river sand. Planted crabapple. Cuiwei Creek is surrounded by yellow orioles singing in the sunset. Leave no spring light to hate the wrong. Who can renew the peach blossom contract? Doubtful Immortal Township. Enter the immortal township. Waves shake the moon shadow, and the rhyme is composed into chapters.
Bu operator Fireworks life
Rainy nights, fresh feet. Shops are getting noisy along the streets, and the people are familiar with the sellers. Practiced in the market in the morning and brought pork head meat. It is rare to hum a chef and play a pot song.
Into the plug Willow
Good wind urges. Yellow goose, green water hanging. Birds follow the Qiang pipe, and the highest branches of the hundreds. Cut the silk. Hanging silk. Don't feel that the night is miserable. Drizzle, light leaf eyebrows. The riverbank smoke willow competition is uneven. Hearts fly. Dreams fly.
Qingyu case Wing Chun rain
With the wind pulse even beads of tears. Sent into the night, tooth eaves. Su Yan chirped and shattered. The sky will be sad, and the red dust will be difficult to sleep. Who knows what the taste of the dripping? The flying flowers are beautiful. Even if you are separated, there is no regret. A night of entanglement has been drunk. Clutch, eventually rain. Moisturize the green mountains.
Reminiscences of juvenile dating
A green leaf, a pot of tea, a courtyard. High locust under the game, ren branch warbler. The Small Li Cloister is halfway through the spring, and there are idle days and secret resentments. Think about old Japanese and earn the warmth of cloud notes.
Hua Qing introduced Qiu Si
Long love turns into rain. Good times. Who will dream together? The westerly wind was cold overnight. Unfinished tune tears steal bullets. The book is full of red notes. Don't worry about the inexhaustible cut, save the small eyebrow bend.
Queqiao Immortal This is just around the corner
Frogs keep vigil, flowing fireflies through the house, looking at the star road in the distance. The delicate and cool moon curtain is clear, the shadow is standing, and the whispers are still heard. The deep love is shallow, this feeling is just around the corner, where is the parting for many years? Looking forward to pitying each other and asking for the cold, sighing only sighing, infatuation is the most bitter.
Butterfly loves flowers in spring
Overnight red March rain. Ji Xiusheng clouds, willow even golden wisps. Heron Li Yan Ting combs white feathers. The people who came flew away in shock. Pipe collar scenery spring color live. Gathering and scattering, Mo Jiao thought bitterly. Looking at the false eaves to the Swallow language. Who can stop it by conforming to the way of heaven?
A thousand poems
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