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I love the forest grasslands and wetlands of my motherland - six poems
Seven Laws. Prairie Fantasy (Chinese Rhyme)
The gods galloped into the inner Mongolian steppe, and the vast four fields rose from the Yin Mountains.
The wind blows grass and low cattle and sheep appear, and the geese migrate to Hengyang and the stars and moons are cold.
Smoke and mist, forest felt tent tree fence.
The sound of the piano is pleasant, and the song zhaojun tears.
The title of the poem is five hundred years old Lamei
A cold plum has been around for 500 years, and it has been poisoned and moved three times.
Throw away the root hate don't condense the incense garden, save your life and be grateful to protect Hui Xian.
The Cultural Revolution returned to the four olds for no reason, and ZTE had the honor of spitting out Jiaoyan.
Heaven and earth have lived in Tai for a long time, and the years have been fragrant and the moon and the sky.
Seven Laws Spring Tour Wenshang Mei Villa
Collect the wind all the way to Wenxi, stroll through the Meishan scenery fans.
Shade of the sun locust shade full of trees, ringing the village stone house singing chickens.
Flowers and grass curves, ancient wells rutted shallow and shallow.
Grass warblers fly butterflies dance wildly, and Xianyuan is better than Wuling Creek.
Qing Ping Le. Sushuihe Wetland Park
The scales are shining, and the blue water is as clear as practice. The willow wave followed the wind and flew up to startle the gulls.
Liu on the slope of the wetland, the high platform has gone through the Shang Zhou. The vine path is grassy, and the east of the Soo River is leisurely
The Spring of the Yellow River
The spring wind of the old road is willow and raccoon yarn, and groups of rioters visit Sangma.
Poetry Mengzhu a lake of water, qu playing the piano platform half moon Hua.
The sound of the pearl falling jade plate is pleasant, and the warbler song rhymes with the heavens.
With Junge drunk Wuling dream, trance like peach creek chasing waves.
Seven Laws. Woods
Rugged paths pass through the trees, and birds and animal homes are frequent.
The ancient trees are desolate and intricate, and the green vines are twisted and twisted.
The oblique sun is away from the pine shadow, and the wild grass is miserable and the dust of the distant world.
The poetry of the rioter is sent to the evening, and Danqing oil paintings write Sensen.
Author: Li Chuanmin, pen name Lei Zefeng. Male, born in 1945, from Heze City. Retired construction engineer of Heze Foreign Trade Grain, Oil and Food Company. He is a member of the Poetry Society of Shandong Province and Heze City.
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