Selected poems| now the black hair frost wind quilt, the poems have long been vain

《Snow View》

Text/curtain roll west wind

The snow is long and the branches are dry, and the earth is frozen and leaves are poor.

The wind whistles on the streets to bully the flour noodles, and the love lanes and alleys freeze the lips.

Impermanence is the main physical and mental guest, and the intention is to become a leisurely person.

Laugh at this bosom who can understand, let go of the horizon to dance red dust.

"Seven Absolute Plum Snow Love"

Text/Ethereal

It means to run the flute around the building platform, and the aftersound is accompanied by hanying.

Ice soul dazzling silver tree, love but early winter dreams.

"Seven Rainy Nights"

Text/East Side

The north wind carries the rain and knocks on the window ledge, and the old song contains love who listens with it.

The shadow lamp flower people lean quietly, and make duckweed several times in their lives.

"Seven Little Snow"

Drizzle and cold wind blow in the face, and the hedge chrysanthemum opens on its own.

The mountain is desolate in autumn, and there are no thousands of peaks and valleys.

《Autumn Leaves》

Text/Cold Rose

After the rain, the autumn maple bird is lowered, and the red fat green skinny shirt is taken off.

The new makeup is colorful and colorful, and the beautiful color is fragrant.

Every time I hate Fei Xia, I often worry about Rui Lu jiu.

With the wind and the moon drifting frost leaves, singing all over the ground and falling to the world.

"Three Songs of Little Snow"

(i)

Three autumn jade color zun front tree, a night of ice posture strange on the pine.

Mist scattered fragrant raw fang self-flattering, cold crisp water soaked with whom to tolerate.

(ii)

Layer ice plain cold mountain companion, cold and fragrant white feathers.

Carrying wine to shock Qiu Chi Hanmo, giving poetry to thin and thin writing Danqing.

(iii)

Frost flying butterflies hide bamboo know the cold, jade incense dust chrysanthemum wing remnants.

Remembering the spring and autumn with pink dai, the faint years are engraved in the heart.

"Upstairs To see the West Mountain"

Climb upstairs to cook chrysanthemums drunk and cheerful, and raise your eyes to the maple light to blow up the mountain.

Mo is jealous of the three spring peaches and Li, and the fengyunling moon is envious of the autumn leisure.

Text/Winter Feather

Defeated leaves Xiao Xiao swept the forest, and Yun Hong went to the courtyard Ju Shen.

Maple Wild Ridge is cold and thin, and the second plum blossom snow is looking for it.

"Life is Like a Dream"

Text/Everest

Birds return to their nests like a circle, and their lives are busy only for money.

Life is full of hardships in the world, and I am afraid that I am the most pitiful in lovesickness.

"Raw Chazi, Little Snow"

Text/Star not Star

When I wake up, the sun is shining, and the trees are windy and delicate.

Mist surrounds the mountain, and there is no chill in the snow.

Not endlessly bustling, continuing in the winter.

All things are idle, and the plum heart is pregnant with spring.

Life is full of hardships in the world, and I am drunk with a cup in the same month.

Mistakenly tearing the white note into snow, and secretly cutting the moon shadow into a kiss.

"Little Heavy Mountain, Little Snow"

Drizzle carries wind and smoke cold. The stone steps are full of fallen leaves and eyes.

Sloping trail wildflowers. Willow branches are thin, and the night is rolled with beaded curtains.

Qu breaks the dream Chan Juan. The lights flickered and it was hard to sleep.

When the jade butterfly dances. Wait for plum vomiting, iron bone proud frost day.

"Seven Absolute Plums"

The lone leaves of the branches are proud of the frost, and the dance is light like a butterfly.

After nine cold winds to bully the thin shadow, nourish the strength of the spring Yan.

"Seven Laws Back to Hometown"

Text/Small bridge flowing water

Wandering the world back to Zi hometown, long gone behind the curtain and desolate.

Wild vines are stacked on top of each other, and Hsinchu is deeply hidden in the earth wall.

The long reeds outside the door are full of shadows, and the old trees and birds in front of the court are hidden.

The old dreams of childhood are still there, and all kinds of sorrow pay the sunset.

"Winter Sunshine"

Text/Zhang Jianping

Kawakasa Qingming Ridge Cai Lan, Lan Fei Leaf Dance Long Frost Day.

The sky is high and the sunset is drunk, drunk and enjoying the neon Xia LiChuan.

Two songs of "Gengzi Sentiments"

Text/Lee Ka Wing

(Part 1)

The epidemic is surging to block the spring period, listening to the rain and listening to the wind several times sad.

Ten miles long street has no customers, and this year is not like last year.

(Part 2)

The plague is like a magic roll on the Han River, and it has not been able to descend for a long time.

Fireworks are only after the cold current, and wait for the spring breeze to pass through Chubang.

"Autumn Nostalgia"

The leaves are silent and the autumn is getting old, and Zhenghong has frequent letters.

More smell of Nanpu intestines must be broken, remote thoughts of the East Hedge Chrysanthemum has been opened.

The late return of the heart is abrupt, so the mountain Mingyue has been chased for a long time.

The poor mirror zhu yan changed, strange time to resist death.

"Wing Goose"

The boat startled the Ogi Reed, and the wings were hanging down.

In one fell swoop, the mountains and rivers are curved, and the heavens and the earth are once again seen.

The heart of the northern country is high-minded, and the shadow sends a color note to the southern cloud.

Looking back at the remnants of the west wind, how many degrees of detachment are afraid of empty strings?

"Casual Feeling"

The willows fade into the twilight clouds, and the eternal time flows one by one.

The prosperity and withering of grass and trees are all physical, and the transformation of dry luck in spring and autumn.

Floating life is like a dream, and the old traces are like smoke and half rest.

Lonely meritorious deeds are behind the scenes, and the layman is drowning in the end.

"Seven Laws of Falling Plum"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

Lian Fei was far away from the intestine, trying to play the flower palace to build the wall of the house.

The beautiful lady is fascinated by pink noodles, and the celebrity girl loves the sachet.

The wandering mirror sill clears hatred, and the curtain hook shows madness.

The night moon is lonely and high with jade, and she is sad because of her pride.

"Seven Absolutes : Return to Changzhou"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

The cold door dream can break into tears, and the crane feather is still cruel and easy to feel sad.

The Shu Dao is a thousand years old and bright moon, and it can still be illuminated in Changzhou.

"Seven Absolute Tangjia Lane Painting Building"

For many years, I have been thinking about the soul building, and I want to hesitate to see shame.

Heavy makeup plum fragrance around the candle, it is difficult to dispel the tears of the head.

"Seven Absolute Titles of Wangjiang Pavilion"

The breeze and candle fire meet at the beginning of the night, and the fragrance of flowers in the dream is mistaken.

Jing Li Yun Ting scrambled to cross the distance, and the red clothes wept and left the people.

"Seven Absolute Titles Tangjia Lane Painting Building"

Three years of road love is thin, a smile and suspicion of less shame.

Shang recalls the makeup table vanilla tears, He Kan embroidery pavilion to see the head.

"Seven Absolutes : You YangShan"

Butterfly powder comes to lavender material feelings, and the creek bridge appreciates the mountain trip.

Hongfang opened the way with Yutian, and Xu was accompanied by the sound of springs and rain.

"Wuling Spring, Little Snow Night to Catch the Sea"

Text/Tianya is a tired guest

The white moon is cold as water, and the distant city wakes up neon.

The ridiculous sound of the waves chased the wind, undulating my lonely canopy.

Tired of life poetry and wine, the seasons have been hazy.

Tonight whoever rings the midnight bell and flies over an autumn hung.

"Bodhisattva Man Reading Jiaxuan Long and Short Sentences"

Nowadays, the black hair and frost wind are covered, and the poetry has long been vain.

Loneliness is a hero, always in the rivers and seas.

Smoke waves look at the eyes. The sunset is as red as a dot.

Turn the wine over the book, who knows and partridge.

"Bodhisattva Man HanQiu"

Crying cranes send cold clouds to move the moon, and the wind and frost in front of the building are fierce.

Under the tree, the Moth people, at this time the flowers are not yet spring.

The tide comes to the sea, and the water tune who sings.

Near the mirror a branch of sorrow, rivers and mountains are autumn.

"Bodhisattva Man Nian Yuan"

The rain and the clouds are bitter for days, and who knows that there is no place for the waxing moon.

Thinking of a plum, Jiangnan looked back at me.

The township is thousands of miles away, so where are the friends.

Straight to Mo Xiangsi, late at night to read old words.

Bodhisattva Man Palindromic

The throat rises in sorrow, and the moon rises in sorrow.

Spring is accompanied by lovers, and human feelings are accompanied by spring?

Who dreams with whom, with whom dreams.

When the word is a falling flower, the flower falls when it falls into a word.

"Bodhisattva Man: Night Shift"

The rotten car in the new village is like a tiger, and the three dance wildly in the middle of the night.

I was left in the workshop, and someone came to ask for a cigarette.

One day the stars lit up and the two earworms began to sing.

The lone bird is miserable, and the frost is penetrating.

"Bodhisattva Man Dengjingzhou Ancient City Wall"

Frequently open your eyes to the high place, the golden wind rises and falls.

Cry in the ear and dye the red poetry curl.

The Yangtze River runs to the sea, where to buy in the years.

Wang Yue was momentarily sad, worried about everything.

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!