【Poetry Yearbook】
Safety East Sim Ugly Roll
About the Author
Safety East, the word Hongting, the number three half jai master. He is currently the president of bashan poetry society. He is a member of the Sichuan Writers Association, a member of the Chinese Poetry Society, and a special senior consultant and tutor of the Chinese Poetry Forum. The poetry editor of the Yunfan Poetry Friends Association, and the judge of the first Yunfan Poetry Friends Selection Activity.
【Yearbook of Xin Ugly Poetry】Safety East Volume
Five absolute
Last year, the water town avoided the epidemic in March to see the peach blossoms and now returned to more than half of them
Rising and falling, the peach blossoms will bear fruit.
Should be able to catch up with the spring, return to a finger.
Cruise the Longtan River
The mountains are as green as clusters, and the water is as turquoise as jade.
The white cloud pond is born at the bottom, and there should be a real dragon to live.
Seven absolutes
Community wax plum blooms improvisation
The wax incense is about to break zen, and the little man in front of the fence knows the freshness.
The world is full of sorrow, relatively wordless and self-pitying.
Galwan
The country is more male and female, and the flesh and blood Kunlun are red.
The bones of the war had become a spring under the soil, and asked who would shed tears to the west wind.
Water town early spring
The warm waves of the air are gradually growing green, and the peach blossoms want to let go of the early warblers.
The weeping curtain is good, and how much spring wind has begun to weave.
Old home
The scenery is thick and light, and the new warblers of the milk swallow surround the old home.
The world is not suitable for this to hide, spring to see the flowers around.
Wangjiawan Flower Sea Tour
Kelsang flowers reflect the wild Clear Bay, casual travel will be better than small leisure.
The sound frequency of Wangu Tao enters the ear, and a trace of green is sent to the river and mountains.
Untitled
The bright moon in the Yin Mountains was shaking and the sand was weak, and the desolate tomb Xiao Sao only hated Yu.
Sima Xingong Dong Fox died, and the Manchu Crown Sword sighed.
Meng Wanzhou returned to China
In the autumn color, the division is not endless, and the wild goose hong traces the west and east of the sea.
Thousands of people saw the spring breeze, and the new makeup was big red.
Title Liu Mao's brother Regent Jiayu cares
Xiongguan is like an iron ridge, and the desert scenery recalls the expedition.
Thirty-six thousand were robbers, and someone upstairs pointed to the goshawk.
Today, Daqing traveled to Jiufang Su villa
When the sun comes out of the country, there are still traces of grass and trees at the beginning of the withering.
Knocking on everyone's house should not be, the warm sun is like a servant for the door.
Five laws
Snow drifting on the Wenjiang River
Happy in the morning, snowflakes drift toward the door.
Look at the sky and scatter doubts, but there is no trace of the touch.
The heavens and the earth are old before spring, and the apes survive after the disaster.
Yan Bing really wanted to knot, and he tried the cold and warm with his hands.
Chun and the enlightened couple travel with the Sword Gate
And with the eyes of the wind and clouds, come to the first level of the tour.
The cliffs are ready to merge, and the falcon strikes the mountain in anger.
The road is full of soldiers, and the spring flowers caress the blood spots.
The world of Shumen is dangerous, and Shu Xiao climbs together.
Climb the Chinese Pen Peak overlooking the distance
The writing peak looks forward, and the mountain shape is open on all sides.
Spring wind blooms peach plum, oh wild clean dust.
The city hugs the river with a faint sound, and the sails lightly come to the shadows.
A tower is high, not to live up to the crowd.
The beginning of August is four nights in the moon
The years begin and flow, and the work is carried out.
A slight eyebrow, unconsciously in the middle of autumn.
The martingale palm is ten years old, and the fireworks are red several times.
Poor tonight moon, come and go in a hurry.
sweet osmanthus
Whoever plants the golden millet, the heavenly fragrance is heavy.
After half a day of leisure, ask Xiang He Feng.
The world's flavor is thin in autumn clouds, and the human feelings are strong in the evening.
To credit the moon will be wine, a bunch of hanging sandworms.
Note: Floods in many places, drowning a lot.
Visit the Wenjiang Chen Family Compound
The compound has long been famous, and the whip has passed since then.
Fragrant and fragrant, the land is open and autumnal.
Father and son are safe, and the wind and clouds are not old.
The double mast is empty and hanging, only to solve the depression.
Sleep Anniversary Festival
Suddenly, the anniversary was again, and the thoughts were doubled.
Poor springs only have bones left, but hanging swords have no chance.
Cherish the events of the past, and the poems should be passed on after death.
Rong Cheng ti side, who with listening to the strings.
Xin ugly Mid-Autumn Festival freehand
The timing is autumn, and the mountains and rivers are not dusty.
A round of light and jade, this night to see the ice heart.
The devastation is still there, and the memories of the years are deepening.
Hometown brothers and I, looking at each other and groaning.
Autumn Twilight
The heavens and the earth will grow old, and the clouds and smoke will flow faintly.
A thousand mountains return to the wood, and a goose falls in late autumn.
The epidemic has been forced by many years, and the heart is not tied to the boat.
Recently, the power ration should be a lack of strategy.
Leaning
Xiao Xiao cold rain through, rely on the household to send a search.
The finches are frozen by the trees, and the mountain is half lost.
The wind and clouds are old and old, and the floating is abolished.
The evil plague is difficult to dispel, and the years are in vain.
Seven laws
Spring Miscellaneous Questions (3 songs)
One
At first, the sun is shining and the rain is sleepy, and the yanyu chachi language is gradually harmonized.
Old age career delay sentence reading, guest situation taste loss arrangement.
The body is already a dream of emptiness, and the pottery is as good as the landscape.
February will pass through March again, but from the cold and warm to learn when obedient.
Two
Falling flowers are also concerned by wind and rain, and the situation is that the moss marks are wrapped around the building.
Crying through the zi zi zhi mountain and the moon, nian shen lonely self-friend.
Shengyou envies the forest spring every time, and mourns and argues when it is discussed.
The independent balcony is far-reaching, and the curtain swallow language is new and sunny.
Three
The day and night rain are the most distinct, and Markham chengwei is self-alarmed.
The scenery is embarrassing and the sideburns are white, and the memory does not live up to the juvenile line.
The green apple waves are gradually rising and the grass wind is slightly falling.
The spring in the world is good, and more people are sad to bear the people's livelihood.
The Centennial Anniversary of the Communist Party of China is endowed
The centenary celebration is even more advanced, and the music plays the first part of Wuhua.
The red sails of the aviation drum flood the sun and the moon, and the battle remains in the mountains and rivers of Shi Yao.
The oriental wind is gradually springing like the sea, and the dream of the North Star is round.
The coverage is always strong, and the blue clouds are colorful.
Recent events
The snow-wrapped mountains are miserable, and the scenery is negative for the plums in the back garden.
The closed door has been three feet old, and the jaws are difficult to drink a glass of wine.
Da Shun Shenzhou hidden snake rat, famous women repeatedly chased after.
The cold weather counts Qiong Yao's fall, and she is worried about the old and wasted talents in the world.
ancientry
March poplar white
On April 4, the Qingming Festival, Li Donglian, a 106-year-old old mother in Songming County, Kunming City, Yunnan Province, traveled 400 kilometers, and after 41 years, visited her son, the martyr Li Jiayou, who was buried here, at the Malipo Martyrs Cemetery. The old man's infinitely affectionate kiss on his son's photo made people cry and couldn't help themselves.
The first moon has no yang flowers, and the heavens and the earth are still blurred. In February, Yang Huaxiu is just after the spring rains. In March, the poplars are white, and the wind blows all over the snow. Full of snow, I can't say, Song Ming's old concubine is more than a hundred years old, more than a hundred He can hang her soul, and her eyes are like empty tears like blood. He came to travel a thousand miles, and first came to see his son. I don't see my son seeing the tombstone, and yin and yang cut off life and death. The dead do not speak of the pain of the living, and the sorrow of life is so. At that time, I did not know that I was martyred, and I knew that There was no coin in The Kanae. Forty-one years of every dream haunting, the long night swallows the sound of the child. The child cannot get up and the mother is old, and it depends on when the child's wish has been fulfilled. The spring breeze has once again passed through the world, and today it will finally become a sacrifice. Feet can not be pedestrians and help, the tomb in front of the throat pain. The hand-rubbed stele is another face, and it is not visible in the tomb. The tone of the mouth monument is compounded, and the silent blood and tears fly like a thunderbolt. Qingming Day is the day of the broken intestines, and you can't bear to listen to the sound of cuckoos. Li Jiayou, Li Jiayou, the mother came to see Ru Ru know whether or not, the mother came to sacrifice Ru Mu without wine. Li Jiayou, Li Jiayou, the mother's countenance Ru remembered no, the mother's figure gradually withered. Hate is not with the child, the sky is long and long. Qingshan has hatred and buries loyal bones, and all things are endured into dogs. Don't be a white-headed head vertebrae tomb, and hold a piece of soil in front of the tomb. The soil in front of the tomb, the soil plants flowers, and it is good to recognize the home when the child returns. The first moon has no yang flowers, and the heavens and the earth are still blurred. In February, Yang Huaxiu is just after the spring rains. In March, the poplars are white, and the wind blows all over the snow.
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Ann Gongzi
It's spring again, and the water is flowing and the warblers are getting old. The dance strikes the poplar branches flying away, and the sails are gradually light. But the longitudinal eye, the Qingjiang River is far away from the sound of the waves. Add a few points, snow heron nestled on the island. Zhengxin Huang shook the shore, and the fishing tune of the village was leaked.
Say a lot of troubles, the white-headed people sniff green plum small. Towards the Bishan Twilight to the Moon, Xinglai with Shu Xiao. The affairs of the world and the troubles are embraced by the breeze. The sky is not stingy, and it is good to shine on me. Will be at peace with this, be a smoky guy.
Bokai Tide and Kanamachi Bay Evening Light
Light chi ao back, gold dragon cave, twilight rising tide can be. Gulls and herons two or three, sails far and near, gushing 100,000 silver sand. Sunny and late on credit. The waves of the sunset have been there for eternity, and they are extremely noisy. Machi Hyun Neon Clothes, Bay Hui Xia Shuai, Ren Shu.
Looking at Phong Island Chaya. Negative half-life tracks, a reed star maple. Green sideburns, old dreams, already poetry wine kota. The sunset is near the end of the world. But burning copper boils the sea and encourages whale sharks. I want to sit until the moon is tilted to the west.
Tasha Line, Xin Ugly Standing Autumn Showers Like a Splash
Wanye facing the wind, a great order, mountain clouds in front of the dragon and tiger. Si Xu rained over the new cool, but Xionghong Yu hung high and low trees.
When the epidemic is difficult to calm down, the yellow stream is injected. There is no place to stop. After all, autumn light is better than boredom, and the moon fence is good to listen to the deep language of insects.
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