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Happy to listen to the surging sound of spring tide, drinking and drunk (poem 12)

Wei Enxiang (Guangxi)

Happy to listen to the surging sound of spring tide, drinking and drunk (poem 12)

Five Words and Ancient Styles, Spring Scenery with Yin (Six Songs)

(i)

The spring tide is rising, and the green trees are worry-free.

Magpie branches slant, flowing warblers dream of swimming in the sea.

Cultivating cattle and warming the ground, the jade tiger is soft.

Aster is lyrical, and the red corridor is endless.

(ii)

Climb the mountain to plant saplings and dream at will.

I like to see a thousand mountains, and the flowers are charming.

The spring breeze blows green willows, and the heating moistens the peaches.

Love is often there, and the wind flows across the rain bridge.

(iii)

The willow warbler song is beautiful, and the branches and leaves are always concerned.

Spring light is infinitely good, Jing Xiu to Lan Ting.

Red flowers with green trees, purple swallow flying warblers.

Dreams of love and fate, the line knows non-stop.

(iv)

Pastoral pastoral songs, swallows rejoice and.

Ridge trees clairvoyant, flowers between the shadow moths.

Yun Shu writes deep meaning, fog scatters light and shadow.

Tigers bark at the wille, cattle on the Green River.

(5)

Yun Shu writes mid-spring, and the fog conceals the embroidered soul.

Grass and trees have dreams, and bees and butterflies are pure in love.

Chuanjiang trumpets, tiger spirit soaring god.

Under the blue sky, the reputation is full of joy.

(6)

The east wind turns the rain into a hurry, and the fallen leaves promote spring mud.

The swallow language is especially happy, and the warbler song gradually becomes fascinating.

The mountains and rivers are in love, and the sun and moon have never left.

Dreaming of Qingyunzhi, the original intention will never change.

Happy to listen to the surging sound of spring tide, drinking and drunk (poem 12)

Seven Words of Ancient Style, Arbor Day Sentiments (6 songs)

One

The warm wind blows in March in the spring, and the willow swallows fly all over the trees.

The people on the ridge welcomed Ma Jun, and the whole people were super divine shadow brilliant.

Planted in the beautiful village of Hua Hundred Century, building dreams of blue sky and green water back.

The meadows are full of flowers, and the green mountains are full of scenery.

Two

Plant a hundred miles to protect the golden mountain, plant trees for thousands of years to keep their promises.

The sound of green valley flowers surged, and Qinglin Fangchun was happy and cheerful.

The rivers and rivers warm people laugh, and the sun and moon are the same as the dream.

Share the blessings of the world and the smoothness of the road, and the road of peers is smooth and courageous.

Three

Spring light and shadow dancing posture, splendid country song dream red.

The sound of the trees and the waves is still there, and the roots of the green mountains rhyme with it.

Mountains and rivers show the heat of the homeland, and the floor heating people are full of dedication.

The rising sun is cool, and Huai Rou Jin Yu is in love.

Four

The forest watched over the shadow vanguard, and the earth flew and danced.

Share Fukuyama bamboo rain run, with the cultivation of pastoral garden red.

Drinking guests binlou Shuyan Road, looking at the river pavilion is now Haihong.

Happy to see the spring to the heart rhythm, happy to drink drunk.

Five

Former people planted trees in the back garden, and generations of ecstasy were ecstatic.

A good life needs to be created, and the chicken soup for the soul is long-lasting.

Huatu appreciated the joy, and the smiling faces were like flowers gathering in the hall.

The waves are flying and the flowers are blooming, and the wind is chanting and the willows are flying.

Six

The spring light is warm and warm, and the greenery is full of caresses.

The tree and the sea are affectionate and righteous, and the flowers are silently pregnant with the gospel.

Bee butterflies love words floating dreams, Yan Chixia flew full of gold.

Like the fire age has never aged, like a poetic dance and rejoicing.

Happy to listen to the surging sound of spring tide, drinking and drunk (poem 12)

Editor: Li Xunxiu, Zhao Yanju, Editorial Board of Qingyanwei Literature

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