About the Author
Hu Xiaoyan, a native of Taojiang, Hunan. Born in 1988. Net name Zi Xun, poetry lover.
Poetry
Nong Yin YingChun Yun Ci and Fu Shi
Spring comes with wine to help Spring Lan, a smile why not powder dan.
Blossoms of red plums frequently send warmth, and weChat does not know the cold.
Born more stubborn to think with people, take the mood to look at the distance.
Which counts the east wind is too rogue, next year first blow Luojia Mountain.
Linjiangxian Autumn ascends the bamboo sea
Finding Hongshan drunk, Xia Hong evenly penetrated his cheeks. Shallow and deep are the king's judgment. The breeze is also intentional, hugging with full arms. But hate is difficult to describe the autumn color is good, Xiao Xiao yellow leaves heavy order. The peaks are green and buried. After the multi-lover is gone, I have returned.
Water tune song head Yangjiawan wind sense of groaning
People mu dongyang, across the water leaning on the bridge. The branches are frosted, and the flowers and leaves are enchanting. Only to appreciate a hill of orange grapefruit, and then look at the white cloud sky, a few points of geese marching away. I didn't feel the frost flowers cold, and the laughter was gushing. Fragrant thousand wisps, love thousand wisps, daughter petite. God flies and looks forward to the extremes of comfort in this dynasty. Talk about the old things, chant the ancient and modern wind and moon, and call wine to invite each other. I hope that the long-term cooperation will be carried out together.
Bu operator error
The night is lonely and difficult, but the hatred is delusional. A pillow of green silk woven into clouds accompanies me in my thoughts. Before smiling at relatives and friends, tears fell nowhere, and they failed to live up to their hearts, and it was difficult to make up for a mistake.
Bu operator silent
No intention of hating the west wind, lonely blue bridge left. But I am still in the dust today, and I cannot hide. Sigh I'm becoming obsessed, laugh at how depraved I am. From then on, the floating life is not tied to anyone, and sits between the flowers all day.
Raccoon Creek Sand
The situation is not as good as the credit, the lamp residue is cold and sparse, and the sick body is full of complaints. The most amorous spring dream, feel like self-hatred is superfluous, and regret in his heart.
Don Doring
How to relieve sorrow, to rest drunk. Back then, who gave up who stayed. Mistakenly into the dust of the uncertain, hazy also, always look back. Good dreams are difficult to reward, and they are far from people's hearts. This is difficult to collect. Long red dust who is with the same, a volume of books, wine three Urns.
Bodhisattva Brute First Snow
Yaochi sent linglong rui, and the human world began to feel the taste of winter. Jade chips spread over the mountains and rivers, and spring comes and goes. Jun said goodbye to Jing Fu. The heart is wide, and the encounter is not the same as the word.
Royal Street Line See snow
Flowers fly out of the thousand mountain dance, clear and cold as promised. Poor jade shavings are crazy, and there are also acacia emotions. They all gather with winter, and they also go with winter. Why review. The incense was scattered and covered the pavement. The plum branches contain beautiful new red, and Ji Xue urges the opening of new dawns. The flowering period is repeated, and the best period is dark. All streamer negatives.
Partridge sky flower affair
Mo sighed that the poor flowers were late, who knew that the spring had already gone to the cold branches. The wind and the sun are warm, and the bamboo and red plums are not the same. Tilting green ants, new topics. New poems and old rhymes are compatible. A thousand cups will be drunk and drunk, saying that the present is better than the old.
Warbler order
In vain, the short pavilion is parted, and the age is approaching, the geese are far away, the grass is fading, and the people are speechless. In the new year, it is difficult to welcome the color, and the strings and songs are boring. Sigh and float in the heart, thousands of people can vomit? Alone on the lone lamp, sad eyebrows, true feelings obsessed. How many, the flowers wither, all withered east with the flowing water. All kinds of grievances, inexplicable feelings, still remembered, and sworn to take care of each other. The most acacia, this meaning is leisurely, the affection is deep. Small window poetry, a forest of words. Victory over golden wind and jade dew. Remembering the Old Testament, a thousand turns, eroding the soul of the bone, Jinser and Ming, and cooling off the heat. Carry will be frolicking, attentive to a thousand strands, amorous blowing through the plum blossom song. Have fun and forget the way you came. The stars move things, and this love does not come together. Water moon mirror flowers as promised. The sky is also old, and the stones are flowing, like dreams and fog. Hate the wrong way, Shaohua lightly bear. Remember the dust before, thin shadow Zhu Yan, dark who caressed. Cold pillows, fish notes and wine, I want to pity and hate. Bear with it, there are tears pouring out. More to come each also lone sail. I'd rather forget the river than cross it in this life.
Eight sounds of Ganzhou
The sighing streamer passed silently, and it was spring again. Cha Meiying burst, jade muscle Fragrant Ye, alone Qingfen. Look at the horizontal oblique shadow, everywhere is lost. Remembering the events of the year, independent dusk. Even if his heart did not change, Nai Xue was deep and far away, and he did not return to anyone. Cooking wine is crazy, why should we go on a blind date. Thoughts fly around, compound rulers. There are no words, and it is difficult to give a piece of poetry. Whether you know it or not, since parting, you still have warm thoughts.
A thousand poems
Editor-in-chief: Zheng Wancai
Deputy editors-in-chief: Wang Huiling, Hu Min, Liu Chenghao, Wang Tianming, Qing Shui Yiren, Hu Xiaona
Editors: Liu Yanfang, Yang Yulong, Liu Aihong, Wei Huabiao, Xie Xunlie
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