Luo Haixia, net name Sunset Autumn Water, Frost Stained Sunset Xia, female, post-70s, poetry lover.
◆ Selected poems
Rambling
The eyes are blue and blue to the endless, and the melodious song is singing through the brocade.
Wangchun suddenly felt that the floating was good, and the lust of the long silence poem sprouted.
insomnia
Tossing and turning spring supper hates the night long, he Kanxiao mirror yellow.
Knowing that the floating world is a dream, I refuse to dream with peace of mind.
Spring tour has a topic
The fragrance of the flowers smells but there is nothing, and the warbler willow line green wind supports.
Light yellow and lilac lianyun, the Tao is Dongjun Xin hand paint.
Nearly clear
Falling flowers and light rain on the shoulders, illuminating the water and the mountains are pitiful.
Spring affairs and now people are lazy to ask, the lakeside sits and listens to the birds talking.
March 3
Chengguo new clear cage green smoke, locust shake incense jade willow blowing cotton.
People do not count the spring light and old age, but they wander by the water's edge day by day.
rosebush
Poplar flowers fall like snow in the creek pool, and the red apricot wall is full of branches.
Only for the good weather in the world, the Eastern King's banquet is late.
Even questions
The rain is long and the sun is faint, and the old friends of the three springs are rare.
Yun Kai missed it for a moment, but he asked the outskirts of the city to pick up a lichen.
Circle friends swallow fly, its people delay flowers and grass, every sun on the screen, drama
Occasional acquaintances in the circle of friends, the screen every time you get a fragrant smell.
Innocence is nothing but selflessness, and spring is still divided with the crowd.
Leg disease, recall that my grandfather also had this disease, and the young did not know how to be considerate
Pain is perceived in one's own body, and the shame is long and hatred is realized.
It was difficult to rest and work hard, and there was no consolation under the knees.
Qingming two questions
〈I〉
Red love and green are hurried, cutting and chopping sleets.
Independence is not enough to look up, and the mountains are hazy and the water is hazy.
〈II〉
Steep and cold, surrounded by fog, overgrown grass and tree paths are faint.
In front of the grave, smoke and dust rose, and a hundred feelings were mixed and rained.
Nostalgia
After years of dreams, there is no dream, in the end the career is just lonely.
The line stops from the present to the present, laughing with the same book as Yunshui.
touch-me-not
Yan Hong traced the seduction, looking back at the thick years.
I remember that nong was twelve, and the back of the person was involved in the study of the wind.
Summer village residence
The flowers and plants before the court are self-renewing, and the butterflies and shadows are frequent.
Changxia Village is speechless, and the cicadas are pleasant to the ears of relatives.
Sit alone in the mountains
The moon is in the willow branches, and the water flow and the wind dance are jagged.
Yun Shan Sihe Hun Meditation, Tea Brew Fragrance I Brew Poetry.
Summer
The rain passes through the clouds and the moon is bright, and the bird-dwelling cicadas rest on the willows and the wind is light.
The two children in the courtyard of one side competed to laugh and talk to the screen.
Near Chongyang
After a few days, Wei Lin gradually felt cool, and Jiangcheng Guizi began to divide the incense.
Confidant does not need to ask much, only to let the autumn wind go far away.
sweet osmanthus
It is not a high habit of coolness, and the heart only meets the autumn light.
He asks me to know me by my posture, but I wish not to forget that there is incense.
Winter willow
Long wisps are dyed with gold when appropriate, and they dance in the cold and deep at the end of the year.
Year after year, strangers are exhausted, and who has an inch of heart.
Painting Hall Spring
The distant mountains are painted with long eyebrows. Flat and sprinkle some spring makeup. The wind is full of cauliflower fragrance, it is a place to wander. The color of the crane is like a burning hill, and the sound of frogs is boiling the pond. Whose sister-in-law is in a hurry, it is expected to return to her hometown.
Raccoon Creek Sand
Spring throughout Jiangnan is not a topic, the sentiment is helpless and vulgar dust. Annoying weather is miserable. Flowers are easy to wither and dream thin, and it is difficult to spend time with a total waist fat. The grass is green and green.
Tasha line remnant chrysanthemum
Sex is a hilly mountain, a prison courtyard, and the autumn wind is late. The figures at the edge of the fence gradually became rare, and Fanghua shook off who thought of each other. Dreams are yin yin, su hearted, frost bullying rain fight no complaints. Only because of a deep affection, the cold branches are thin and fragrant.
Look at the clouds alone. Cold snaps suddenly fall on leaves. Si Lai's pen is unwritten. Whenever you want to float clouds, you can't help but fall leaves. Several times struggled in the red dust.
Bodhisattva man
After years of reciting plum blossom snow, not violating the long is the moon before the window. Sleepless to late at night, mutual comfort and loneliness. Linglong understands and rejoices. Mei Xue fell into the city again, smiling calmly and lightly.
Butterflies love flowers
Don't be diligent in inquiring about the age, only say a thousand, only say a thousand good. Even if the coronavirus epidemic is frequently heard, it should be difficult to disturb it now. Over the eyes of the floating clouds, you must believe in Tiangong, you must believe in Tiangong. Learn to be confused and sleep more, and smile at The Lake And mountains in the spring.
A thousand poems
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