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Selected poems| High Flying Easy to Recognize Green Mountains and Old, Rare Green Grass Tea Alone."

Selected poems| High Flying Easy to Recognize Green Mountains and Old, Rare Green Grass Tea Alone."

Sauvignon Blanc Autumn Thoughts

Text/East Side

Chrysanthemum fragrance. Osmanthus fragrance. Hongyan chuanshu thinks of his hometown. When to dream of a broken intestine.

Cool during the day. Cool night breeze. Clear water, blue sky and mountains. The road is thousands of miles away.

"Autumn River"

Text/Spring and Autumn

The shore is reed and snowy, and the river tower complains about the autumn.

If it is the night of the flower moon, where is the spring continent?

Wood Hibiscus

Text/Rabbit Wave

Flying frost cold Vientiane, one year old plain autumn sky.

The yellow leaf layer is swept by the forest, and the hibiscus tree is windy at the end.

The chrysanthemum line is white, and the lotus is red.

No pottery public reward, the east fence evening Yan tong.

Partridge Days, Tragic Autumn

Text/Zihan

Autumn chrysanthemum branches are born Xiao Han. Life is an independent wine sigh.

Half of his life drifts in the wind and rain, and he is drunk and happy to see the flowers.

Yamanozuki, Takenan Spring. Autumn worms are restless at night.

Knowing that there are many troubles in the world, why stay in the world.

"Xiaoxiang Ancient Meaning"

Text/Lee Ka Wing

The five-string song is no more, who is crying again.

Grass and sad road, deep spring partridge.

Qingjiang 400 curves, thousands of bamboo plants.

A little Xiangfei tears, the sound of hurt is full of Biwu.

"Zheng Banqiao" two songs

One

Ye Ye Xiao xiao a piece of love, half of the bamboo parasitism.

Ten years to sell paintings Yangzhou Road, cooked parrots with vegetable soup.

Second

Selling paintings in Yangzhou is not a dynasty, bamboo branches three or five nights Xiao Xiao.

Yang Xiu died, and it was rare to confuse Zheng Banqiao.

Kapok

Tiannan stands like a hero, and the years bloom in the middle of February.

It is suspected that the blood of the past was condensed, and it became the bright red of today.

Partridge Hugh sings about people's grievances, and beacons sing about warrior merit.

Even if the withered heart does not change, it is up to whom the wine glass is empty.

Three poems of "Phoenix Miscellaneous Verses"

(1) Stilt house

The dream is desolate du Yu is sad, and a river of smoke and rain thinks leisurely.

Wordless is most after dusk, the soul broke the Xiangxi stilt building.

(2) Shen Congwen's former residence

The deep alleys of the ancient city are raining, and the sound of the sun and the twilight is intermittent.

A song of the border city who Bo Zhong, several times by hanging Shen Congwen.

(3) Tuojiang River

Reclining the railing drunk in the evening wind, the hanging building is poorer than Liu He.

Tuojiang River two hundred and sixty miles, how many red boats in the drizzle.

"Sitting Alone in Early Spring"

Du will be the village wine wet pottery towel, look at Lin Quan to remember the past.

I know that the warm wind is infinitely good, and it is turned into a willow thirty spring.

Feelings of loneliness and slanting sun in the evening, phenology bustling weather new.

The most sentimental and pitiful guest, full of sorrow to whom Chen.

"Seven Absolutes : The Bluestone Bridge"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

At that time, there were yuyu rumors in the danceman, and the guest qing yin maiden jiao.

After getting drunk, it became a row of bluestone lanes, and the heart of the water moon color cloud bridge.

"Seven Absolutes to the Shore Tree"

The shore trees bloom red mist, and tonight I am left in the fairy town.

Xiang Congyue sister forgot to worry and tender, and the wave dragged the heart to cut the water light.

"Seven Laws of Spring"

Searching through the ancient spirit homes of the past generations, the Le Dao cultivation immortals are close to bamboo and hemp.

Sit and listen to the sound of the sky as a waterfall, and watch the beautiful rhyme become a xia.

Goofy is easy to recognize the old mountain, and it is rare to meet green grass tea alone.

Everything must be done in the spring, and now the cypress smiles and is glorious.

"Five Laws of Chunwangjiang Village"

Jiangcun Guiyu sings, and spring greets the fog and clouds.

The sun is warm and beautiful, and the flowers are flourishing.

The heart of the piano is self-exhilarating, and the guests laugh frequently.

Knowing the mountain moon to the shadow, full of material feelings.

"Five Laws lujia middle school road feng young students"

There was no trace of it, and the school was a tribute.

Confidant can be far away, hiding tears.

Ye Mi's vicissitudes, the sound and wealth.

The Liuxia Mountains are dangerous, which means several thousand weights.

"Five Laws of Tea Drinking"

The tea perfume floats, and the light rain drives the clouds.

Guests to the green silk, people fan powder soft.

The forest listens to the dew drops, and the white field clips the stream.

The king under the moon must see, forget the year and sleepwalk.

"Seven Absolute Girls Happy Event and Gifts for Three and Eight Women's Day"

Warm color fang branches are framed like xia, and the Ming Dynasty seat sees the grandfather.

The heart is suspenseful, and the sleeve is gentle like a hibiscus flower.

"Plum Yellow Time Rain, Hope of Chongyang"

Text/Tianya is a tired guest

Smoke and rain are thick, the sea and the sky are broken, and the weight of nine low twilight.

Sigh half paper name, a body of dust.

The heroes of the present and ancient times have no wealth, so why should they hide the literature and martial arts in the city.

Ben Fox Rabbit, looking at Yue Chuan, who holds up the crossbow?

How wrong, how painful the time is. Reminiscences of youth are young and profligate.

Envious of the proud rivers and lakes, Ling Bo micro-steps.

A thousand words under the poem are immediate, and three bowls of wine can hurt the tiger.

In late autumn, I look at it frequently in my dreams.

"Qing Ping Le Travel in the Rain"

The sky trembled, and the storm darkened.

The torrential rain poured down on the mountain, and a mess of flowers and branches was scattered.

Yur was moody, and my heart was still wandering.

Wet clothes are not hindered, poetry will not be sad.

"Qing Ping Le, Heavy on the Yellow Crane Tower"

The Yangtze River who Mao, fei I love the silk.

After singing the hero ascended the high court, he did not see the Harukawa Yellow Crane.

The tears in the eyes were hazy, and the west wind was facing.

The first righteousness is a thousand autumns, and no one sings in the song.

《Qing Ping Le East Lake Amusement》

Spring blossoms who plant, wake up branches dream.

Inside the pavilion, the fragrant pavilion is sent outside, and a song of plum blossoms is three lanes.

The paintings on the lake are fluttering, and the shore is willow Yao Yao.

I love children's laughter and kites run into the sky.

《Qing Ping Le Send Friends》

Asked where the spring returned, red and green were speechless.

The shallow water is idle. Take a detour all the way to Acacia.

The moon in front of the window is speckled, and the sub-rules cry bitterly.

Raise wine to invite the king to drink together, Jiangnan Wanli mountains and rivers.

"Qing Ping Le Chongyang Ascends to the West Lake"

Born bone show, do not feel spring shirt thin.

Look at the willow on the yiyi causeway, I want to be Hangzhou Taishou.

Hate no gulls and herons ally with each other, floating clouds beat horses and hiss the wind.

Flowers and leaves fall in the cold, and the pain is unprovoked to the heart.

Facing the sea, look for light with black eyes. Founded on November 16, 2015, the Poetry Club takes "giving voice to grassroots poets" as its mission and carries forward the "spirit of poetry" as its purpose, that is, the pursuit of the truth, goodness and beauty of poetry, the artistic innovation of poetry, and the spiritual pleasure of poetry. He has published a collection of poems co-authored by poets, "Spring Warm Blossoms of Reading Sleeping Poems" and "Grass Long Warblers Flying in Reading Sleeping Poems". The poets work tirelessly, the poetry club forges ahead, constantly innovates, recommends excellent poems, produces high-quality poetry collections, recites excellent works, recommends poets' works in various forms, lets more people read excellent works, appreciates poetry culture, we are on the move!

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