Selected poems| Xiaomei thanked Chunfang for sleeping, and the old tears dried up and the pain was more real

"Seven Absolute, Rural Old Houses Have Feelings"

Text/East Side

People go to the empty courtyard of the building to grow grass, and this scene is broken.

The Xiao Wall is remnant of the West Wind Leak, only the hedge chrysanthemum is yellow.

"Butterfly Love Flower * Dream Awakening Message"

Text/Everest

The most important thing is that the human world cannot be retained. Love sends Jiangnan, endless acacia stays.

The road is long and the road is far away, and it is difficult to complain about the widowhood.

Who can vomit for a long day and night. Alone in the spring supper, the winter wind and rain rise at night.

The big dream woke up who could tell, and wrote three thousand sentences.

"Listening to the Piano"

Text/Kinser

Jingluo frost hua dust, green qin more and more pure.

Shang Ge Kur flowed for years, and the horn array was desolate and wild goose character patrol.

"Continuing Winter Qing"

Text/Zhang Jianping

Winter clouds gathered in the air, and the north sounded autumn and went to the Jin Palace.

Ye Wuyu smelled the sea, and Lin Shuni rhymed with Fei Hong.

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Wen/Chuanba idler

Dan Feng flew into a poem, and the blue water around the mountains shifted.

It's the winter brewing season again, and the idle cup of wine is drunk in the pool.

"Wing Du Fu"

Text/Lee Ka Wing

After his death, his name moved with the sun and the moon, and he spent his life in elegant style and Tang poetry.

The Chronicle of Qujiang swallowed, and the ancient chapters were left behind.

"Wang Zhaojun"

A song of pipa geese falling into the sky, grass cage lonely tomb light autumn smoke.

If the painter is stingy with Dan Qingdian, he will fight for fifty years.

《Golden Valley Garden》

The rain has been revealed by the wind, and the look back is hurt.

Luoyang wrote hate Fan Chuanke, and Jingu competed for Shi Jilun.

Ten thousand points of falling flowers and smoke at dusk, several chirping birds wicker spring.

In the old days, where the ancients were hung, but see the present people hanging the ancients.

"Over Qin Huai"

The stone beast is in danger and cool at night, and the wind and rain rise and fall.

The sun and moon are still shining.

The past is uneven to the stars, and the guest is more or less involved in the article.

The Six Dynasties traced the Qinhuai Road and won the poet to say that the intestines were broken.

Two songs of "Wing Lee Hou Lord"

One

For the king, but there is no imperial material, and the country is sad and sentimental.

The long night of the moon is bright thinking about the past, and a river of spring water is full of sorrow.

Second

Looking back at the traces of the country, Nai Hesheng is the body of an emperor.

The endowment wins the hate of the pulling machine, and the blue water flows east to infinite spring.

"Seven Absolutes, Nine Sisters of Shaanxi"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

(i)

She has always brought YuYan, the Weaver Girl Moon Palace Lotus.

Yu Miao's paintings are poetic and beautiful, and the ancient Jinlou head is like a daffodil.

(ii)

In today's drunken ink poetry is beautiful, and the head of the ancient Jinlou is like a daffodil.

"Seven Absolute Mandarin Ducks"

The pond is deep in water and clouds, and the fragrant fragrance on the willow bank has a unique sound.

When the girl was a young girl, he was shocked and woven, and he was divided into grass-colored words.

"Seven Absolute Mei Poems"

I looked at the sunset from the window, and yu yu took care of the poor family in the next life.

How lao mo stained human bones? Drink mellow and drunk snowflakes.

"Five Laws: Friends on the Bund in Shanghai"

Green willow paved Huangpu, Qingjiang around Shanghai City.

Tonight the water is gone, and the stay is about inches away.

The tired bird knows the spring, and the flowers smile and are affectionate.

Open he and drunk, he Lanying.

"Five Laws : Crossing the Huangpu River"

Yangsheng purple qi wei, Jiang Kuo butterfly flower fertilizer.

The waters are close together, and tourists are enjoying themselves together.

Shaoguang shocked the moon, and the festival sequence returned to the clouds.

A laugh in the wind, a note painted thin clothes.

"Five Laws of Yang Shan Xing"

The mountain walk waits for the dream flower, and the moon wears a silk yarn.

No immortal road, still in the su woman's home.

Yellow peach cage green cover, sea crane pecking Zhu Xia.

Skinny and straight, forgetting the sunset.

"Wave Tao Sand Ling, Yerba Buena Hi Breeze"

Herbs love the breeze. The clouds went without a trace.

How many steps to break the bridge? Remember the green shirt with the moon night, butterfly dance long sky.

Looking back at the white orchid bushes, the phoenix is full of spring.

Shy to the point of lushness. There was still a shadow left at that time, only to see the Phenixon.

"Golden Wrong Knife Miscellaneous Feelings"

Text/Tianya is a tired guest

After the mountain danger, when the water is deep, why should it be known to everyone.

Born with ancient wood psychic veins, sand covers the pearl to recognize the transport machine.

The tide rises and falls, the swallows return, and the flowers blossom without sorrow.

Kankan holds the contents of the cup and recites a poem in the morning and evening.

"Golden Wrong Knife "

Peacock grass, rhododendrons, open screens cry blood to cover the dust.

Acacia is infamous, and the lyrics are poor.

Clouds turn to rain, the moon blows, why should you hate the end of the world.

A lifetime of drifting rivers and seas, love wine and tea in the middle of the night.

"Golden Wrong Knife Nostalgia"

On the banks of the willows, along the Han River, the spring color has turned back like smoke.

Yun Qing did not understand the pain of leaving home, and it was difficult for young people to know how to deal with the world.

I often buy wine, always sleep, and the flowers bloom for another three years.

Acacia pillowed a thousand lines of tears, watering a field in the poetry garden.

"Golden Wrong Knife in the Sickness"

The moon outside the window, the dream person, how to meet and not kiss.

Heavy mountains and shadows prevent eyebrow gathering, and the sound of running water is afraid of hearing.

Chase the past, wake up to the present, and be proud of yourself!

Xiao Mei thanked Chun Fang for sleeping, and the old tears dried up and the pain was more real.

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!