"Feeling of Traveling in the Mountains"
Text/Cold Rose
The comfrey on the edge of the cliff spends spring and autumn, and the sunset brooks and mountains harvest rain at night.
I remember this scene in the past years, and I went with the king to enjoy it.
"Watching the Snow Remember the Willows"
The hexagonal horns in front of the court are accompanied by pine joy, and the white phoenix crown of the Qiong branch is strange.
Remember the willows outside the three spring walls, and the flying flowers fill the immortal altar one day.
"Seven Absolute Twilight Autumn"
Text/East Side
I also saw that the reed flowers were like snow flying, and the vast wild crossing was waiting for the return of the king.
Crabapple cream stains Xiao Xiao, strange on Akita to find Cuiwei.
"Seven Absolutes" Self-Deprecating
The geese went to the south to believe in Nothing, and chanted poems to endow Hongru.
It is difficult to know the rhythm of finding a flat servant, scribbling a pot of graffiti wine.
"Seven Winter Clothes Festival"
The wind and cold dew and the cold moon sink, and the ancestral soul is sacrificed before the paper is burned.
Wanderers often shed tears of nostalgia, and they missed their relatives in the winter clothes festival.
The Seven Absolutes. Twilight Autumn
Text/Small bridge flowing water
The clear water of the shallow pond is leisurely, and the flying snow reed flowers are woven with white silk.
Tearing up a piece of Xiayun to spell out the picture scroll, lightly writing a pool of autumn.
"Qinyuan Spring, Fireworks"
Text/Qing Ya Xin
Fireworks, the first awakening of the afternoon dream, the sound of frogs urging the garden.
At four o'clock the wind calms down, the leaves sway and the cocoons, the cicadas sing the grass, and the square is natural.
The earthly world hurried, carved boats smiled and asked, strolling through the breeze nine curves.
Relieve light riding, Luo all over the autumn rain, release cranes and mountains.
Winding the clouds and water strings, geese returning late, blue waves a few ripples.
Gu Song cang vigorous, lotus blue flowers noisy, then reminisce, step on the wave bridge in front.
Branches hanging on the sun, people ten miles, on the shore children's voices ask friends also.
Sigh, ancient and modern dreams, a song of Chan Juan.
Partridge Sky
Text/Cold Air
The leaves fall in the sunset, and there are several layers of smoke and several layers of yarn.
The north wind is gradually tightening the cold mountain moon, and the thin rain will condense the red crow.
Expedition geese, white reed flowers. Whose home is in the boy's dream.
The years have never passed, and there is no end to it.
《Gengzi XI》
Text/Guangwei
I don't know where the people are, fireworks send cold clothes.
The sun is covered by floating clouds, and the leaves of the mountains are flying.
The empty line is not far away, and the meditation can only return.
Birds shadow through the forest, the bell does not sleep.
《Akiyama Tea》
Text/Zhang Jianping
Camellia wild Qin Zen forest, sunset through the leaf path deep.
Spotted rats store winter pine cones fall, and the evening bell sweeps into the frost placket.
"Qixia Mountain Nostalgia"
Text/Li Jiarong (Liu Qin)
Looking at the river on the pavilion, the river has been hated for a thousand years.
Six generations of rise and fall for the ancients, the old times of the wind and things left to add to the sorrow.
The return swallow is bored, and the fall of the Yang flower is not free.
The same stone city last month, the night came still cold sandbar.
"Qixia Mountain Youzuo"
The river is like a huge river, and a mountain is beautiful for 5,000 years.
The autumn leaves are full of frost, and the lonely hong of Pu Leng sleeps in the shadows.
History says that the Six Dynasties were revived and abolished, and the Buddha's Three Treatises on the Ancient and Modern Relations.
In the old days, the king refused to be in a hurry, and it was ridiculous that I did not whip.
"Yamahanako Wing Messenger Gentleman"
On a sunny day, a rack of incense is smoked, and the upside-down flower spikes are sent to the New Year.
White, red and red controversy? Bucket new makeup.
A good name is like a lustful person, and I am now even busier with hate.
I have seen thousands of states in the human world, ren yanliang.
"Xi Qiuhua Red Leaves"
Purple maple yellow oak, frost wind, dyed into a thousand strands of silk.
The stone path is sloping, parking deep in the white clouds.
Year after year, he lost but Dongjun, afraid of provoking and guessing jealousy.
distress. More drifting, lonely cold mountain homecoming.
To whom the past is told. Remembering the Wujiang Fishing Fire, the distant bell smoke tree.
Read thousands of miles, pick up a leaf, and write poems.
Fang Qing recognized Qingxi, sent endlessly, and missed each other as promised.
Condensation. But when, cut the lights and whisper.
"Full Moon and Autumn Nostalgia"
In front of the window, a sycamore fell, and the grass was chaotic and sad.
The cinnamon branches are fragrant, the yellow buds are thin, and there is always a time to bloom.
Xiao Lou cool night, obsessed with Haoyue, always peeping to people.
Generally round lack, several parting, said and who knows.
"Seven Laws : Morning on the Mountain of Flowers"
Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)
The stars shift bit by bit, and the embroidered collar smokes the earth in autumn.
Xiao Que Xuan Yuan wind lead bamboo, ice flower Yi Ye Yue and Lou.
The red clothes sit idly and quietly, and the purple chrysanthemum song urges the eyes to be soft.
I want Lotus Mountain to take the shadow with me and repeat the few days to shoot the sky stream.
"Seven Absolutes, The Garden of The Seven Nobles"
Shu Dao Qianzhi Guiyuan Autumn, when the happy crane rui zhu floated.
There is no reason for the powder noodles to be recognized, and the flowers and branches of the dream are long together.
"Seven Absolutes to Shore Yanagimi Gift"
The golden bath is half a column high, and the snow is thin and bald.
It should be felt that the floating root sail has come out, and the time has dissolved the rain to insult the cattle knife.
"Seven Absolutes, Gengzi Year-end Farewell Ziyang"
Plum blossoms sing goodbye to Ziyang, and swallows are born to love their hometown.
The state of matter is difficult to say floating dreams, and it is unbearable to grow up in love.
"Seven Absolute Spring Wind Introduction"
The spring wind and wine road are thousands, and hate makes the dragon and the youth.
Looking at the eyebrows alone to urge the horse disease, the straight teaching is far away from the sky.
"Seven Absolutes, Don Ziyang Answers the Late Man's Question Two Poems"
(i)
The spring breeze is vast and the road is vast, and the absolutely lonely groan is broken.
See the green mountains and stones, three glasses of fine wine drunk.
(ii)
Yesterday the cold clouds did not go crazy, and the snow locked the new incense in the wind.
Plum blossoms gradually reveal oblique colors, and skinny branches are sunny.
"Seven Absolutes and Two Miscellaneous Poems on the 30th Day of the Waxing Moon"
Xiuying is still home with Yan Xiang, and the new Rong Yu bones are full of Tingfang.
The heart follows the parents of the villa, and the dream butterfly competes for the five-colored dress.
Plum blossoms laugh at the night breeze, and the sound of guests stepping on the leaves.
In the dream, spring returns to the drizzle, and the clouds sink to the mountains to show themselves.
"Good Things Near winter solstice nostalgia"
Text/Tianya is a tired guest
Frozen hands want to pick flowers, pick up to know the wind and evil.
The frost marks on the ground are like snow, and the cold winter is thin.
The heart is tender and the acacia is planted, and the red calyx is opened.
Send to Xianghe just right, go to Yanghua to meet.
"Xi Jiang Yue Sigh"
Who is good in the fragrance of flowers in one season, and who is close to the three generations.
Withering away and never coming true. The wind is gusting in the ears.
Bring the Prince of Xiang into the tomb, and the fame and fortune will hurt the gods.
A few more obsessions with youth. The Yangtze River rolls in your eyes.
《Xi Jiang Yue Jue》
The old willow and the new cicada vibrate their wings, and the idle old swallow peeks at the beam.
Time flies to remove red makeup. Do not consult with Qingqing.
Why should the world bend the knee, the sword and gun should have a sharp edge.
The husband dared to go crazy. Cold pitches to dry.
《Xi Jiang Yue Q》
The well is shallow moss green, and the sky is high and the moon is white and red.
Life is windy at night. Who can share the blessings.
Rain and cold lakes have less fishing, and the stars and geese are in the clouds.
The Long March passed to see the heroes. Heartache when lonely.
《Xi Jiang Yue Wu》
In the dream, I looked for her Baidu, and made a thousand pots of wine in the poem.
Turning over and over again to find love letters, there was only the Kangxi dictionary.
The steep mountains are old, and the people in the flat boats are lonely.
After the mirror flower edge asked at the beginning, only to see the moon ming and the present.
"Xi Jiang Yue Awakening"
The two sides of the strait are dancing in dreams, and a round of oblique moon rides the stream.
Flat boat tied good about people to swim, white hair filled words to sell wine.
Old age to float the light to take advantage of, wake up in the spring is difficult to harvest.
Wanjia lights up Qiongzhou, not when I was a teenager.
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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