A selection of contemporary women's poems
From the "Selected Poems of a Thousand Families" (in the order of inclusion)
◇Cheng Shaohong (Leping, Jiangxi)
Autumn nights
The autumn forest walk on the moon is light, carefree and joyless.
Why is the grass worm jealous, do your best to make a quiet farewell sound.
◇Fu Xiaoping (Xiushui, Jiangxi)
Golden Wisp Song · Penzi Winter Fifteenth
Meet and go hiking. Illusion this evening, a round like water, Baifeng Fangyu. Under the moon, the horizontal sound of the horizontal sound is natural, straight into the Jianghuai Sanchu. Who would have expected that the floating clouds would fall out of the distance and the wilderness would fly indefinitely. Don't complain about it, the cold night god is hard to fix. Empty skinny bones, dreaming wrong. Nine miles of wind combing the road, sighing cups of cold, drinking tea in full, wine dancing fragrantly. Maybe Chang'e was angry, and Qingguang failed last night. Sister Chang, you should know that I am bitter. Walk with the traces of the heart, do not expect to cry, and the tears are often condensed. Don't listen, five more rains.
◇Alpine Ice (Shuangfeng, Hunan)
Xi Jiang Yue Yi Ye Dry Heart
A leaf withered heart thinned, full of pity and hurt. Empty-toss emerald color to remove heavy makeup. Who remembers the appearance of youth. Abandoned dust is difficult to pick up, what a sea of sorrow. Life is short and fragrant, and the story allows it to fade.
◇Gao Jingfang (Xiangyang, Hubei)
Guan Qin Emperor asked for immortals to enter the sea
The Qiuxian Sea Road was foggy, and the intestines were cut off before reaching Pengshan Mountain.
Life and death are destined for three days, and compassion is prolonged.
The mirage was originally a virtual scene, and the elixir had never misled the emperor.
Looking east at the flat beach, the waves are gradually rising, and the tide is absurd.
◇Gu Qiqing (Guangxi Beiliu)
Hometown Creek
Birds singing in the forest streams, clear streams of singing and singing are obsessed.
I have swam thousands of rivers and thousands of peaks, and I am not as good as this bixi in the home mountain.
◇Hu Min (Yongcheng, Henan)
Butterfly loves flowers and reads history with feeling
The mighty millennium rises for the road, looks back at He Kan, and the big waves go to the sand. Whoever sees the trees outside the North Ridge, the flowers bloom and the leaves fall unattended. Since ancient times, the red dust is variable, how many careers, all have been mistaken by the floating name. Who is enlightened between awakening and drunkenness? The slanting sun fades into smoke.
◇Hu Shuilian (Ruichang, Jiangxi)
Listen to the song "Homecoming" saxophone
Twenty years of trailing the world, the south and the east wind and the north stepping on the sand.
There is a kind of joy that cannot be dissipated, and the ringing in the ears is often home.
◇Hu Xiaona (Zhengzhou, Henan)
Wing Po Chao (New Rhyme)
Bao Chunting, a famous general in the late Qing Dynasty, strategized the battlefield and crossed the heavens and the earth.
Today, when I go to the poetry city, I seem to hear the bow of the ten mile horn.
【Notes】
Bao Chao (1828-1886), the first character Chunting, later changed to Chunting, a native of Anping Lotang (present-day Fengjie, Chongqing), was a famous general of the Xiang Army in the late Qing Dynasty.
◇Huang Hongmei (Sui County, Hubei)
Arrangement orders fall leaves
Arrange rain and fog, arrange smoke, arrange yellow leaves to fall into the twilight. Arrange flowers and forest roads. Dancing in the wind, dancing in the wind, tumbling in the wind a few retrospectives. Love in the wind, with whom to sue?
◇Huang Qiaotang (Baoting, Hainan)
Nippon countryside
There are four or five low houses with fences, and a river flowing water and half a village.
The sound of frogs in the depths of mulberry cultivation moved, knocking down a few trees and flowers in the spring wind.
◇Heng Juzhi (Lu'an, Anhui)
Nostalgia at the end of the year
The end of the world is tired of waiting for who to call, and the cooking smoke in the dream is lonely.
The thin acacia lady is not there, afraid to hear the workers say the way home.
◇He Li (Yichang, Hubei)
Pass through no-man's land
Once gone, the grass is deep and sparsely populated.
On the wall of the wild bird yard, there were occasional cries.
◇Hou Jingya (Beijing)
Bodhisattva man
Falling flowers flow in the spring river, and white gulls gently graze the wood on the edge of the continent. The sunset is hazy, and the buildings on the shore are heavy. The green pole double swallow regrets, and the light rain fog stains the wings. When will the Ship return? Broken eyes thousand miles of river.
◇ Jia Xiangya
Mo asked Red Dust who I was
Don't ask Red Dust who I am, and laugh and be merciful.
It is forgotten in the world, and the sea of clouds is the eyebrow of the mountain.
◇Jiang Xiuying (Jilin Gongzhuling)
Qian Qiu Ling mourns the martyrs of Liangshan
The apricot blossoms have not yet occurred, and the new hook moon is lonely and cold. In Muli, the mountains and forests are lacking. The fury of the waves is like smoke, and the fire and wind are still hunting. Just as I was looking forward to it, the fire in the mountains and forests was extinguished at that time. The wind is blowing, and the dragon is on fire. Stomp your feet, so fierce! Poor thirty lives, go west to ann to live? Mourning parents, who can put their knees around hunger and thirst?
◇Liu Aihong (Beijing)
Bu Operator Jinghua First Snow
Su Ying Ichigo, Ten Thousand Watts Golden Temple. Whisk me in the early winter, white jade glass fan. A small wind chill, a long wind scissors. When a fan of ice melts, an eye of spring.
◇Liu Lianfang (Wuhan, Hubei)
Condolences to friends
—— Written on the twenty-first day of the lockdown
The quarantine has been around for a long time, and the audio is getting worse.
Tears flowed in the middle of the night, and the loss of the king before spring.
Who combs their white hair? No way to hand over the dress.
The fog cleared the city day, and the eastern suburbs were full of graves.
◇ Liu Jingjuan
Home during the epidemic period has a sense of home (new rhyme)
Sitting like a needle felt standing like a cone, in a dream inserted wings flying into the sky.
The people who are uncertain in their hearts are irritable, and the people are destroyed when the country is in trouble.
As far as the house can contribute, it is ultimately humbled because of the sting.
If this body has a killing magic skill, it swings hundreds of times a day.
◇Liu Jing'en (Raoyang, Hebei)
Mercy Nong (New Rhyme)
The skin is black and wrinkled, the feet are muddy, and the scorching sun is complaining about the grass.
I am most afraid of drought and flooding in the days, and I am even more worried about the price of grain.
◇Liu Caihong (Jingxian County, Hebei)
Embroidered insole (new rhyme)
After embroidering the insoles, the insoles are detailed, and the small foot sound enters the courtyard wall.
A quick plug quilt under the quilt, only because the pattern is Mandarin duck.
◇Liu Nengying (Beijing)
Sms
A winter heating is about to stop, who is nagging to be served.
The bamboo path is already difficult to see snow, and longtan still has unmelted ice.
◇Liu Gui'e (Yuci, Shanxi)
Lu Hou
Yun Yun's housekeeper saw the red heart, and once he was in a position of arrogance.
It is especially cold for thousands of years, comparable to the needle on the tail of a wasp.
◇Liu Caixia (Jilin)
machine
Over the years, I have looked back at many different things, and the replacement has been all over the West and the East.
Mo Yan's belly is big, and it is ultimately controlled by people.
◇Liu Shuyuan (Pingyin, Shandong)
Xie Chi Chun by the creek
The stream bends and passes around the new district. Emerald moss, floating and shallow. The wave is as flat as a mirror, reflecting the car building with many seats. Shadow babbling, playing fish gracefully. The breeze stirs the hair, blowing away the wisps of emptiness. The summer sky is clear, and the sun is like fire. Cool and breezy, finches frolic and idle. Pomegranate flowers, dyed red clouds.
◇Li Fang (Xinxian County, Henan)
Spring dawn in the mountain village
The window is clear, and the dream rain is invisible.
The chickens shine in the cage, and the mountains resign from the sky to the aliens.
And from the spring plumbing, it comes to a river of green.
Fearing that the peasants would be mistaken, they retreated and were restless.
◇Li Cuiping (Sichuan)
Qingming is the death of the country
During the Qingming Dynasty, the rain was sad and cold, and the sound of the flute was even more severe.
The Mo Dao streamers are all quiet, and the human world remembers the flag at half-mast.
◇Li Jin (Chongqing 夔州)
The single dog of all sentient beings in the flower season
The japanese wind paints spring light overnight, and the flowers outside the window pave the shallow pond.
Don't dare to push the window to peek, Pingsha is lying on the small Mandarin duck.
◇Li Yuling (Linqu, Shandong)
Corn (new rhyme)
The green leaves and red cherry blossoms are facing each other, and the sound of the golden wind is gradually ripening.
It should be known that after cutting the south slope, the grains are golden beads of sweat.
◇Li Ailian (Shanxi Jinzhong)
The bridge is on foot
The history of history has not been read endlessly, and the story of the bridge still exists.
The strange book began to be rude, and the pattern began to sigh whiteheads.
It is difficult to break through the bamboo by cutting alone, and it is difficult to be able to make a loose marquis.
According to the ruins of the present and ancient times, the moon is clear and the land is autumn.
◇Li Yixian (Wenling, Zhejiang)
Green vines
Seedlings are planted to build fences, and vines climb on the balcony behind the house.
May the heart of poetry be like a seed, and as soon as it is sown, it will sprout.
◇Li Anlin (Shaanxi)
White flowers such as wood fragrant hawthorn bloom in late spring (new rhyme)
Three spring paving splendid embroidery, gorgeous gradually returned to dust.
After the big purple and red, I only feel that the true color is true.
◇Li Lin (Wuhan, Hubei)
Dream water town title pond cedar
Wei An's posture traced the blue waves, and Ling Yun's shadow was shaky.
The people did not know about the current upstart and repented of the previous dynasty's chaotic logging.
◇Li Jin'e (Qinhuangdao, Hebei)
Navigators
The past turned over every thanksgiving, and the heart was caressed with a number of voyage traces.
Let it go lonely with the wind, and let it sink and float and swallow the waves.
Outside the fence, the sand gull wears an evening photo, and the pillow photo album has residual temperature.
Who knows that tonight without sleep, companionship is still the soul of the sea.
◇ Lv Jing (Jilin Nong'an)
nostalgia
Last night, I vaguely dreamed of the old mountain, and my thoughts rushed into my heart.
Relying on the column does not feel the oriental white, and the love weight can bend the moon.
◇Lv Linlin (Hohhot, Inner Mongolia)
Summer (New Rhyme)
The lotus fragrance is faint and the evening breeze is clear, and there are insects and frogs calling a few times.
At night, fewer and fewer people are getting cooler, and the pond is counting the stars.
◇Li Hua (Guangxi Beiliu)
See the fallen leaves have a feeling
Fine leaves and thousands of green branches caress the wind, and also blow down the east of the small bridge.
I should know that my bustling things are all in the clouds, cold and warm.
◇Luo Chunxin (Mashan, Guangxi)
The small river of the hometown
A clear stream runs through the green field, and when I was a child, I hit the water and played with the waves.
The moss on the rubbing stone is thick, and the song of the raccoon girl was deserted.
◇ Luo Haixia
Occasionally turning over old books to see the red leaves have a problem
A letter of red leaves sent deep affection, and the dust of the scroll was sealed until now.
Twenty years of time can not be opened, teach people spring and autumn heart.
◇Mao Dehui (Mianyang, Sichuan)
spectacles
Linglong's body is not light, and she is sincere in order to relieve the king's worries.
Hugh complains that the bridge of the nose is difficult to bear, and it is more clear to broaden the horizon.
◇ Mao Aixia
Nippori Gin-Ginjo
The lonely reeds are in autumn, and the west wind sweeps over the country houses.
He should tie up the golden wheel, and do not let the world have a white head.
◇Mao Ruihua (Jiaozuo, Henan)
Xi Qiuhua Jiyuan
It is already autumn, afraid of the long sky, the book of geese characters into clouds. The dream will be crippled, and the wind will be silent. It was once cloud mud, so why listen to the twilight rain. Return. Let the dust and smoke be the slightest wisp. There is no basis for this. If you want to float for a short time, you have unfinished worries. Can't put down, a thousand thoughts, speechless to people. The mountain is difficult to dream of, and then ask the water, how can the water be taken. Leave a sentence. Also difficult, a little cool.
◇Mei Fengyun (Guangshan, Henan)
Gengzi Qingming Chronicle (New Rhyme)
The smokey willows are clear and clear, and the flowers are nearly green and green.
The blood-stained red flag is now half-dropped, but wordless is the most mournful.
◇Nie Yunzhen (Taiyuan, Shanxi)
Children sent to Cambodia
Xin Xin is like a hug, swaddling can be a child.
Yushu Hall stands in front of it, and the sideburns of time are even more.
The clouds are far away, and there are fewer thorns on the side.
Although there is an Angkor moon, the sky is shining brightly.
◇Peng Fengxia (Hubei)
Book of the Land
The long pipe is devoted to the heavenly spirit, and the merit is attributed to the grass.
Borrow the veins of the river and sea, and listen to the books and passers-by.
◇Qi Ruixia (Langfang, Hebei)
Linjiangxian early spring reunion of old classmates (new rhyme)
Jun and the East Wind arrived together, and it was difficult to find a thousand gold for a moment, and it was actually dozens of springs. The wind and clouds are changeable, looking for less time traces. The sword qi has been exhausted, and the old people have gone to the beautiful, and now they only look at the hair like silver. The roots hide the story, and the wisps are ice souls.
◇Qi Guoming (Dongguang, Hebei)
[Zhenggong Sai Hongqiu] Peach Blossom said
The cold and weak spring, the branches bloom densely, and the charm is more fragrant, attracting bees to kiss butterflies. Don't be disgusted. For the sake of survival the party makes this beauty count.
◇Qiao Jianrong (Shanxi Lingshi)
Jinzhong City Library
Wenhua Maoyuan Wei Yucheng, ten miles long street to listen to the phoenix.
Elephant latitude is brilliant for a thousand years, and rivers and mountains are rolled up in a majestic way.
Out of the scriptures have their own Xuanni wall, and the words must also be Yan Ziyao.
Reading every spring color is good, and the sand sand mulberry leaves sound silkworms.
◇Quan Fengqun (Suining, Sichuan)
Feng Zhenyin asked Fei Hong
Ask Feihong, will you see you when you come? Fujiang South Bank Tobacco Village. Three green tile houses, a pair of silver-haired old, old wood doors. The fence wall is covered with vines, and how long are they, and how long are they? On the steps, where the moss is blue, can there be scars? Three springs. The family mountain cannot return, and the distant view is also eclipsed. Good friends from a foreign country, a sumptuous wine feast, and a warm invitation. The taste is not similar, Shuxiangli, bamboo shoots lotus root. After each dispersion, the tall buildings lie on the horizon, facing dusk alone.
◇Sun Ruiqing (Shandong Jimo)
Apricot (new rhyme)
When the cherubba is yellow, the apricots are red, and the sweet fragrance is sent to the heart.
He has never lost the wind, but he has been mistaken for this life by the wind.
◇Sun Yanhong (Qihe, Shandong)
New wheat
The day before the sowing of gold seeds, the present day out of the blue needle.
The strata can't hold back, and they dotted towards the heavenly heart.
◇Sun Yanmei (Tangshan, Hebei)
Untitled (new rhyme)
The moon is sleepless, and the smoke cage is cold at night.
How many knots of the heart, who can untangle the chain?
◇Shi Yanping (Qujing, Yunnan)
Morning (new rhyme)
The stream does not give birth to nostalgia, and the green pine ridge sends idle clouds.
Why do I need to wake up and ask about solar terms? Everything is spring without worry.
◇Xiao Shan (Guangxi)
Touch the fish and be quiet
No fear of the plague god, how many people, fiercely devoured like a tiger? The sores are thousands of miles away, and the fiery water is deep and thorny. Same from the heart. Guo Yi summoned, lightly armored Yuan Day resigned Qilu. Farewell message: When the flowers bloom on the stranger, the world is scattered, and the wine is reunited. The journey is short, and the smoke tree is passed to the township. Usual sweat twilight. White-clad watching the month before the bed, warming the sick souls countless. Forget the pain. At this moment, soft shoulders supported Huangzhou Road. Hate the sky for not being with it. Teach the return of a hundred battles, chase the yellow crane, and raise the cup to whom?
◇Shao Hongxia (Changchun, Jilin)
Wing Kwu Lake
Xuanwu Lake, bit Xuanwu, stone city contention can be seen. It has been destroyed for two thousand years, and there are countless relics of predecessors. The lake was once connected with the Yangtze River, and the water army practiced imposingly. The flowers and grasses in the upper forest garden are lush, and the style of the willow style is followed. Time flies, Tang and Song, who can plant the land and return the land? The same moonlight is the same mountain, and the smoke and waves of the past are difficult to share. Purple Mountain watch the sunset low, chicken singing temple Dan smell chicken. The garden is finally released to Li Shu, and the flowers by the water's edge are their own. Mo asked Sangpo a few scenes, the ancient wall west embankment accompanied by tower shadow. The song is sung at night, and the literati complains about the book eternity. Jun is not seen, a lake is divided into five continents, and the strange stone Liangzhou Building is around the continent. Cherry blossom color Lingzhou bird, Cuizhou cloud tree green eyes. Jun is gone, the thirty-two bridges are on the shore, and the purple surround is long around Lan. Qinghu Lake swim can't bear to return, Jinling Pearl is too brilliant.
According to the data, Xuanwu Lake has 32 bridges, and the circumference of the lake is 15 kilometers. It is known as "the water is wide and the green space is small, and the embankment is long and the bridge is many".
◇Song Li (Wulanchabu, Inner Mongolia)
Westbound to Ningxia
Walking on the horse river to the fullest, the heart moves with the speed of the wheel.
Pingsha is long and yellow dragon companion, and The Western Xia is vast and miserable.
Sighing that the rise and fall are ancient, wordless peach and plum are self-contained.
Helan Mountain leads to camel bell road, and Cuimo is submerged to see the ridge low.
◇Shang Shuhua (Hohhot, Inner Mongolia)
April day on earth
The warblers are new in color, and the small garden is crowded with flower admirers.
There is more beautiful scenery over there, and the son car pushes the old mother.
◇Tang Zhonghua (Daqing, Heilongjiang)
Bu Operator Dream White Butterfly has made
The fall is light in the palm of the hand, and the moon that goes is the edge of the sky. Who sent Zhuang Sheng to stay in a dream, the butterfly is like a leaf in the wind. He argues that the king is like it, and he argues that it is like a concubine. When I recognized the wings of the west wind, the pear blossom snow.
◇Tang Xiuling (Jilin Yitong)
Ching Ping Le Qingming
The north mountain is empty at night, and the rainy day is gray and dark. Strangers are confused and want to complain about their feelings. It is always bleak to think about, and it is difficult to discuss a few words. But ask where Huangquan is, I don't know how lonely and sad it is?
◇Tang Xianhua (Nanjing, Jiangsu)
Twilight is in the air
Fluttering green with willows like a ring, leaning on the painting bridge to see the distant mountains.
The wind and things are scattered in the smoke and rain, and time and shade cannot stop between the water and clouds.
Why is the lonely boat on the other side of the shore, and the blue bird title has not been returned for a long time.
A ghostly love who appreciates, Pinghua blows old and babbling.
◇Wang Xuemei (Jingzhou, Hubei)
Linjiangxian Gengzi Spring
The homesteader's heart is unlocked, and the sound of spring is gradually approaching. The most seductive is the sound of swallow warblers. I didn't see it, and I faintly made a sound of the river. Go out of the small building embankment, through the forest all the way to the sound of flowers. The shore stood silent. Harukawa looked over and heard the sound of cranes chirping.
◇Wang Huiling (Wuhan, Hubei)
The epidemic area is far away
The miasma rain sent one after another, and the window was opened to sing the song of the wind.
Endure the calamity without tears, and hate greed and disease as a demon.
Dreaming of a thousand autumns with the jade moon, Lu Tong asked Wei Tuo when the day.
The east wind swept the sky clear, and the warmth melted the ice and thawed the river.
◇Wang Lizhu (Jilin Meihekou)
farewell
He Yuan was tired and dusty, gathering and dispersing like smoke without knowing the cause.
But the frost flowers scrambled for sideburns, and the jun was thin for ten years of spring.
◇Wang Qiong (Huangzhou, Hubei)
LinjiangXian Duanyang Night Farewell
If you want to borrow the durian light to wear the ancient road, where can you rely on the river? Nightshade suddenly remembers mugwort. The boat is looking for the shore, and the other shore sighs ethereal. A burst of clearing and tears, several times under the moon to listen. The long song slowly summons dust. The flowers go with the flowing water, and the clouds cross the distant mountains.
◇Wang Xiubo (Lanxi, Heilongjiang)
Autumn Night (New Rhyme)
The silence is light and cold, and the sound of clams is intermittent.
Deep sorrow, almost want to break the window.
◇Wang Xiuping (Hengshui, Hebei)
Qingming (new rhyme)
Drizzle and early spring, the wind and clouds are swirling together.
The village sounds are full of homecoming roads, full of Tomb Sweepers.
◇Wang Rong (Changyi, Shandong)
Holy Land
Red Buddha Yuedong Temple, long ancient road.
The branches are drunk and the wild fruits are fragrant.
Shi Yin morning bell far away, Lin Shen more moon hidden.
Sanskrit clear Jedi, stone house to Gao Yang.
◇Wang Xuemei (Jilin Gongzhuling)
Section 38 is self-titled
Year by year, the cycle has gradually deepened, and the career has been counted as a few sunny and cloudy.
Love the bitter silence with spring comfort, the dream is confused and there is a way to find.
No wind grinds the cheeks old, can be forbidden to press two shoulders sink.
SangMa is a business plan, and it is not easy to cultivate the smoke.
◇Wang Fang (Hohhot, Inner Mongolia)
Send far away people
It's only been a few days since the spring return, and it's been a long time since jun's departure.
Strange on the ruthless grass, there is still a period every year.
◇Wang Kun (Xuanwei, Yunnan)
The Great Wall
Han Zhi Hu Dao is a common historical dust, and the sides of the high wall are generally spring.
Only now is the backbone of the divine state, holding up the civilization and not falling down.
◇Wu Nanxin (Hangzhou, Zhejiang)
High balcony inscription
The water is still and floating, the curtains are sparse and willowy, and the green can be green to the South Garden. I want to put the amorous in front of the warbler dream flower. The east wind ignored the spring and was speechless, just drowning, and the mandarin was in the other place. Old Feihong, it is difficult to find, and I pity each other alone. Xi Chun once had a zhi chun couple, remembering the day of the sunset, painting and listening to the strings. What a look like this dynasty, receiving the smoke of the grass in the sky. Evening Plum opened to the sad place, tears were thrown away, and the memories were clear. Afraid to see people, the back is swab, dotted with spots.
◇Wu Jianxuan (Yunnan Lu persuasion)
Lapa Eight
Year after year to taste the porridge, the fragrance is difficult to soothe the intestines.
I knew that I had tasted the taste of the world, but I did not have the bowl of incense of my mother.
◇Xiong Min (Shuangfeng, Hunan)
Bu Operator · Mid-Autumn Festival
One thought is Jun huan, and one thought follows Jun's pain. I think it is the heart of the king who is like my heart, and dreams of the end of the world. When the moon is suddenly full, who will send the remnant moon? The goose character is silent and broken, and the phoenix is forced to be a phoenix.
◇Xiao Fangzhu (Jiangsu)
Silent Illumination
The stone path is deep in the clouds and trees, and the smoke and mist shine in the sky.
Man Ting Hua Yu who had ever realized, Zen in the branches of the Buddha in the heart.
◇Xiao Yue'e (Changde, Hunan)
Return to the sea
The taste of the world gradually throws away the sea chant, and the long waves kiss the wind.
Leaning over a handful of clear water, half wash the dust and half wash the heart.
◇Xu Yanli (Da'an, Jilin)
Picking mulberries and snow sculptures
Who piles up the cold su seal at the end of the year, ripping the slack. Ripping. Hexagonal flower heart, empty pay a winter song. There are many dreams in the void by coincidence alone. There are many dreams. Helpless glitz and can't help but wear and tear.
◇Xu Rongli (Daqing, Heilongjiang)
Remembering Qin'e Guan Xue
Clusters of silver flowers, oblique glow rising incense mist. Fragrant mist, butterflies, jade weeping trees. Thousands of layers are paved, filling the bumpy road with affection. Bumpy road, the night of the world, where is the grass?
◇Yang Chunyan (Hubei)
Check the sense of environmental protection
100,000 in exchange for a few notes, strict investigation no longer panic.
If the commissioner asks frequently, there is a signature on it and a seal on it.
◇Yang Shaoxia (Daqing, Heilongjiang Province)
Farm
Chaimen surrounds the blue water, and the stone house pillows the green mountains.
Bamboo occupies a window of green, and the warblers are idle for half a day.
After the lotus hoe new rain, it is still in the wild clouds.
Self-deprecating Tao Weng Yi, the east wind is full of Longguan.
◇Yuan Haiying (Yima, Henan)
Written on National Day of Mourning (new rhyme)
The flag whistled in the middle of the air, and the air condensed in silence.
One billion people mourned together, and the rivers and rivers let out a cry of sorrow.
◇Zhao Shihong (Chengde, Hebei)
Tea Tasting (New Rhyme)
The water is lightly boiled and the buds are comfortable, and the sweet and astringent origin comes from a pot.
Life is so stated that it is still up and down from the flip.
◇Zhao Qiaoye (Yuci, Shanxi)
Floating for another year
Floating for another year, mundane things are always shoulder to shoulder.
The pen is long and indifferent, and the pocket is ashamed and self-conscious.
Annoyance frequently borrows wine, and big dreams become smoke.
Where Qinghuan is, only the remaining landscape chapter.
◇Zhao Qinglian (Jilin Hunchun)
High balcony ・ Big Stone River in the middle of the piano
The forest is lush, the mountain stream is styled, and the cliffs are as steep as a screen. The ripples are gentle, and the waves of falling leaves are silent. In the autumn, I did not feel the cool sleeves, and I picked one up, and the wild buds were full of flowers. With pine fences, the canyon is secluded, and the dust is terrifying. The stone platform is also used as a piano platform, more concentrated, and the fingers play the kite. Water and strings, Yin Yin Xu listened to the tree. Whoever seeks the ancient temple to meditate on it, in this way, cleanses the soul. Ren Shisi, Fu and Liuyun, Fu and Xuanming.
◇Zhou Aixiang (Weifang, Shandong)
See the old house has a feeling
The old tree remnants reflect the evening light, and the roses have no owner to compete for Fangfei.
Butterfly bees do not understand the pain of people, and take care of themselves to fly between flowers.
◇Zhang Zhaoli (Beijing)
Xi Jiang Yue, late summer
The nebula has changed, and there is no cup of wine correspondingly. A year of inflorescences clear, is to go or to leave who to keep? It is difficult to continue the dream of youth, and eventually the words will be condensed. He began to rise to the end of the summer, but the west wind did not wake up.
◇Zhang Lijuan (Heilongjiang)
Frost Sky Dawn Horn Ice Window Flower
Deeper winds. Who carved the window flowers clean. Like a variety of trees, corals, bamboo knots. Cleared. Such as Mei Jue. Dreams with a dead moon. A little bit of starlight flickering, thinking about the past, trance parting.
◇Zhang Xiulin (Shouyang, Shanxi)
【Yue Tune Tianjing Sand】 Over the Changjia Apricot Garden
Breeze green bamboo red flowers, small bridge clear water white duck, winding path corridor Dewa. Tourists are surprised, Jiangnan fell into the chang home?
◇Zhang Guizhen (Yuci, Shanxi)
Go to the party door
The clouds moved and the wind sounded, and the old things disappeared without a trace.
The eight hundred merits of taihang are still evident, leaving the male door to the cedar.
◇Zhang Chunyan (Wuhan, Hubei)
[Zhonglu Hillside Sheep] stick to the second song
One
The wind is always strong, and the flowers are thin in autumn and autumn. There is no dirt in the rivers and lakes. One boat, the next boat, ten years of bitterness on the Zen door buckle. Who can steal this pure heart? In the morning, the Buddha is keeping; in the evening, the Buddha is keeping.
Two
The clouds hurried over, and the mountains sat firmly. The red flowers and green leaves eventually wither. Let go of the boat, let the poems, the reef bad water can be the rudder. The bait name hook hugh fished me. Doors, locked; heart, locked.
◇Zhang Guoyun (Yanbian, Jilin)
Read Taibai poems to practice sentences
There are silk flowers in the south and rose trees in the north.
Male and female are the same root, and the two are not negative.
◇Zhu Jian (Linhai, Zhejiang)
Language
Mo said how to restore the country, and he heard that the rabbit was dead and waiting to be cooked.
Wu Palace hung in the old time and month, and the water blew through the wind of last night.
Since ancient times, kings can share the same difficulties, and they have never been rich and rich and do not share dividends.
Miserable a hate planted down the mountain, but see boating on the lake on the weng.
◇Zheng Zezhen (Zhucheng, Shandong)
Climb the Great Wall
The steep steps have been repeated step by step, and the wind whistles like a drum horn.
Climbing up the platform to call out to the good man, the green bricks seem to have an echo.
A thousand poems
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