Selected poems| A wisp of spring breeze lincui, whose swallow dissolves Shao Nian

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Text/North Sheep

Dream back to the old wind, cut into the mountains and countryside to exercise red.

The young chased the head fever, and the tide abandoned the hollowness of the school.

Willing to bear hardships Dan heart, morning and evening industrious iron bones abundant.

Busy every day to copy quotes, the whole family singing loyal.

"Seven Absolute Wing Chrysanthemums"

Text/Winter Feather

Yayi poems rhyme and hide, and autumn deep cold buds bloom cold incense.

Wearing cream and drinking dew golden armor, Junxiu delicate body spit out Yanfang.

"Seven Absolute Mountains and Autumn Colors"

Text/East Side

Strolling through the jungle trails, orange, yellow and green eyes full of autumn.

Drifting clouds are ethereal and smokey, and the horizontal ridge slope peaks are all colored.

Autumn Colors of Taihu Lake

Text/Spring and Autumn

The sunset is drunk in the autumn of Taihu Lake, and the sunset is swaying and swaying.

Fan Li swam the river and the sea, and the scenery is infinite for whom to stay?

"Xi Fangfei, the little girl of the Yang family married"

Text/Cold Rose

Cui Sleeve chatted with the wind, suspected of space white feathers.

Noble guests travel south, other families fly away, who knows.

Chun Ge Bi Sha Yang has a woman, and the warbler tongue is clever and witty.

Comic-con is amazing, regularly married, Mandarin duck couple.

"Li Dong"

The cold nights are short and the early winter, and the leaves are covered with frost and snow.

The autumn is full of fear, and the mountains and rivers are full of fruit.

"A Thousand Autumn Years, East Hedge Chrysanthemum Thin"

East Hedgehog chrysanthemum skinny. Lotus in the mud in the pool. The westerly wind passes, and the willows in front of the pond.

Late at night, the first dream was broken, and the air was empty of golden wine. Outside the window of the moon, flowers with people far away fragrant sleeves.

Dew frost is more leaky. Yesterday's flowers are still the same. A little sad, difficult to hold hands.

The sound of the hole is half of the song, and the flute is played in the same phase. Deep in love, his eyes were tearful and sad.

"Guan Shu"

Text/Guangwei

The shadow lights are dim at night, and the sound of autumn is suddenly frightening.

The grass in the bushes should be lifeless, and the princes on paper are famous.

The five beetles are empty and only relatives, and the three emperors strike the camp.

May Tang Hanqi prosper and allow me to honor the first half of death and life.

"Poetry Ghost Li He Long Sentence"

Text/Lee Ka Wing

The world is wide in the bag, and the ghosts and immortals are talked about.

The poetry soul is not dispersed before it can be used, and the thin bones are difficult to support and pitiful.

A song of autumn high frightened the grass and trees, and several stones cracked and shook the mountains and rivers.

Painstakingly searching for verses, there is not a single poem of the three hundred Tang Dynasties.

"Satire of the Sui Dynasty Emperor"

Day and night the lights are brilliant, and the color boats go south without a river.

The willow yin was planted with great affection, and the waterway was cultivated into a lot of hate.

The steps of the Imperial Garden are green with spring grass, and the Guangling Palace is twilight.

Do you know that in a flash of prosperity, you will play the song of the desolate jade tree.

"Autumn Evening Aria"

The country and mountains have been self-destructive, and the years have passed.

The sunset birds return to the forest noise, and the autumn wind leaves a lot.

The road is far away, and the past is half gone.

Drink wine and mournful silhouette, take the stage and sing a song.

"Late Autumn Stacked Words Long Sentence"

Broken intestines are afraid of lingering, maple maple autumn wind cuts cicadas.

How many years do you tend to be busy with endless things?

A river is full of leisurely water, and the sky is full of xiao and sky.

The pulse of love is vague, and the sourness and hatred are endless.

"Wanghai Tide, Luoyang Ancient Meaning"

Leaning on the building overlooking, cold smoke and wild vines, the country and mountains are desolate.

The wind is sad, and the wood is falling, making it an infinite autumn light.

Scratch your head and think about it. Pity the thousand years of disturbance, a hundred feelings are vast.

Luopu oblique, the old flying swallow is common.

How many rises and falls have there been in ancient and modern times? Sigh the ruins of the wall, the barrier broke through the terrace.

The famous garden of the Golden Valley, the old road of the copper camel, is counted as a bad old deed.

Return to the goose to break the human intestine. It's a whoosh, a vicissitude.

Ask the blue sky, the night to tick the leak for whom long.

"Seven Absolute Moons"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

The white curtain sleeves are half-hanging, and the hibiscus mirror has cold branches.

The thousand-year-old phoenix is full of flowers and moons, and the rainy building platform looks off.

"Seven Talents"

The moon is full of talent, but the sorrow is seen, and the end of the world has to go up to the cold building.

When looking at the strange road Hibiscus, I am not envious of the students who are ashamed and ashamed.

"Seven Laws of Wax Plum"

The slight cloud entered the eyes like a plum, and a full eye smiled.

Through the moon He Zeng Chunyan went, and Ming Frost came several times as a teenager.

Wind and pink cage pine, the ground near the cold fragrance to avoid moss.

The white snow dragon frequently looks forward to it, and the flowers and leaves spread out to blow dust.

"Seven Absolutes: Weak Willow in Front of the Door"

Plucking the strings flutters wildly, and the wind dances with the fragrant waist.

Tianren knew parting in his dreams, and Sister Yue could protect the short strip.

"Seven Absolutes: Don't Go witch mountain"

The streamer wall is the peak, and the bamboo spring clothes should be tolerant.

Do not look back at the affairs of the world, just like the snow about to winter.

"Seven Absolute Jialing Riverside Poems"

(i)

Pinggen is still in the body of the moon flower, and the willow leaves are fluttering to whisk passers-by.

Fortunately, there is a heart to keep the river and water, and the wind is born on both sides of the Shu spring.

(ii)

The east wind of Wanli is quietly sideways, and the smoke is brilliantly shining on jiangmin.

The surface of the water is wavy, and the moon is narrow and the grass is new.

"Seven Absolutes, Chongqing City South And Two Poems"

Fluttering leaves and young guests lingered, swinging incense dust to chu tian.

A wisp of spring breeze approached Cui, whose swallows dissolved Shao Nian.

Segui calmly a leaf lotus, a high-level weaver girl Moon Palace Immortal.

When I came, I didn't recognize Hibiscus, and I quietly admired the mirror stone in front of the boat.

"QingPing Le Kunming"

Text/Tianya is a tired guest

Spring city is suitable for living, and the flowers in all seasons compete for trees.

Countless qingshan heavenly roads, and there are more places for Tang Mei to go.

Feeling the love of the red-billed gull, the journey of thousands of miles every year.

The most bitter lovesickness in the world, dreams come mostly in Kunming.

"Qing Ping Le Jiang Mei"

The dream is difficult to sleep, and Mei also has a emaciated face.

A night of lovesickness is obscure, calling for tears.

Red turban green sleeves welcome spring, ice river iron horse dust.

Mo said that the end of the world was lonely, and there was no idle person in front of the curtain.

"Qing Ping Le: Late Winter"

There is no way to say it.

Full of acacia like a cocoon, a dream dark.

Now I am stuck in the end of the world, accustomed to him looking at the lone crow obliquely.

Fortunately, there is grass in the heart field, so why be afraid of that dragon sand.

"Qing Ping Le Nanshan Feeling Nostalgia"

The fishing rod does not move. Ben didn't mean to do it either.

The shade of the willow wind sends dreams, and the poetry wine heart field has been planted.

Mr. wants to go to nanshan, and the east fence picks chrysanthemums leisurely.

After changing the human world for a long time, Taoyuan is not in the world.

"Qing Ping Le Xun Chun"

Where is Spring Returning? No one cares to ask.

A bunch of acacia was supposed to be sueded, but it was obscured by the sound of cicadas.

The east wind has changed its years, and the red dust has flown with flowers.

Only the eyes of the harrier in the clouds, knowing that people walk in the end of the world.

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!