Selected poems| the north wind is full of snow, and the courtyard is full of cold flowers and fat overnight

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Text/North Sheep

Wine into the soft intestines of the words to warm the heart, youth exhausted dreams still exist.

And now there are many tragedies and joys, and the little child is really not stained.

Mulberry Chant

Text/Spring and Autumn

The leaves are silkworm fruit for pulp, and the ancient camel bell silk road is long.

Business travelers traverse Eurasian cities, dressed in Han and Tang Dynasty makeup.

Inherit the spark through wind and rain, and continue the spirit through snow and frost.

China revives the national dream, and then realizes the prosperity of the dance.

"Youth Tour, Reverie of the Rain"

Text/East Side

The rain was never clear. The wind leaves are lonely.

Smoke hidden mountains, warm wine in the hearth, three or five words of heartfelt feelings.

The ginkgo yellow shirt has just retired, and it is ready to be strengthened.

The night is quiet, the pillow is empty and cold, and the residual dream is broken.

"Seven Snows"

Exquisite hexagonal through the ice heart, dancing in the sky pure.

Yushu Qiongzhi flew bird shadows, and entered the chai gate with the wind.

"Seven Absolute Rain Loves Flowers"

Text/Xinya Yang Zhaobin

Rain loves pear blossoms and phoenixes love autumn, and the shallow water rhymes slowly.

The sky asked the willow how to tie, and the reeds followed the frost to the whitehead.

"Seven Questions return date"

Text/Small bridge flowing water

The north wind is full of snow, and the courtyard is full of cold flowers and fat overnight.

Butterfly hidden bees hide birds quietly, when will the Yi people return home?

"Picking Mulberries Xuanzhou Curtain Thousand Family Rain"

Text/Whitewater

Xuanzhou curtain thousands of rain, dripping Mandarin ducks.

Drop the Mandarin Duck. Cool on a monthly silver screen pillow.

The dusk door hides the late autumn twilight, and the palace makeup is trapped.

Yu Sleepy Palace Makeup. Flowing water winds around the garden wall year after year.

"Water Dragon Yin Reading Ren Qiao Nian's Poem of Bai Feng Tai"

Text/Lee Ka Wing

In ancient times, there was no limit to the rise and fall, and now it is all in the fishing woods.

Jingo iron horse, carved bow and painted horns, for whom to fight for hegemony.

The wind whistled in Wulin, and the fire burned Chibi, who borrowed this merit.

But Mr. Temperament, heroic means, long looking back, empty sadness.

In the end, how many are there and how many people are overridden.

Death and honor and disgrace, success or failure, depending on who writes.

Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, a moment of wind and moon, the wine glass is heavy.

Ask who knows, Qingmen past, drunk melon lulu.

"A Cut of Plum Sense Autumn"

Ten thousand kinds of scenery are equally sad, relying on the autumn for a long time, afraid of relying on the autumn.

The sunset flows in the west and the water flows in the east, and the people are leisurely, and things are also leisurely.

Plugged feet red dust hate endlessly, dreaming of the West Building, dreaming of breaking the West Building.

At night, the moon falls on the head of the ancient city, for whom do you want to stay, and for whom do you know to stay?

"Meng Jiang Female Poem"

In August, the goose door opened, and the good man did not return.

In September, I missed thinness, and there were no geese sending books in the blue sky.

Send cold clothes from afar, and fly white snow in the sky.

The cold clothes were sent to the banks of the Great Wall, and the bad news struck the intestines.

The wind roared in the sun, and the sadness cried.

Crying down the Great Wall for eight hundred miles, the corner of the Shulou painting began to cry out in sorrow.

Qin Mu Jiaorong, tossed Jiang to death.

Zhengfu white bones buried in the wild grass, if the sky is love, the sky is old!

The king does not hear that the branches have not yet been formed in this life, and he wishes to continue the good period in the next life.

If you talk about false rumors, you may as well exaggerate righteousness.

Mo Ke praised this temperament, and the world lamented loyalty throughout the ages.

Jun did not hear Ji NingLiang zhu double ranger, and loved the human Judas butterfly.

"Golden Lock"

Yongzhou Road, Qiao Shan a path.

Heroic posture to northern Shaanxi, momentum control Guanzhong.

Dong's poems are still there, and the Yang family affairs are empty.

The spring water of the river is blue, and the sunset is red.

The color of the trees invaded the greenery, and the horns sounded sad and far away.

Arrange a husband, Ren Erwan Fuxiong!

Rainy Night

Cold nights are rainy and dangerous.

Remembering that no one is seen, the continuation sentence is difficult to work.

In the lonely lamp, in the autumn sound of falling leaves.

Lonely and thoughtful in northern Guangdong, in jianjiangdong.

"Seven Laws: Night Visit to a Temple"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

The shadow of the forest cong temple willow wind oblique, wanting to be like a frost cloud to the huan yarn.

Ask the ferry to turn over a thousand fingers of bitterness, listen to the bell unsolved for a hundred years.

The lotus stone mirror promotes spring color, and the Buddha fruit incense burner annoys the flowers.

Mo Shu walked along with a staff moon, because of pity for the goose to accompany the ninja si family.

"Seven Laws and Ten Years of Poetry"

Constant flow of Hanhai and cloud and rain, ten years of human feelings are half sad.

Rich and noble Ronghua changed hands, and the path of the gods and immortals was inscribed with poems.

Feng Jia's father sent the old piano book, remembering the old hero sword and horse gallop.

Birds are difficult and the winter ridges are cold, and the high-rise buildings are unbearable.

"Seven Absolutes : Morning Walk Lotus Pond"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

The whitewashed red dress is proud of the water, and the dragonfly wings spread around the square pond.

The high wind wants to compete for the scenery, and the steps are enchanting and sleeping ducks.

"Seven Absolute Poets of Be rongcheng"

Shu Dao vine flowers are fragrant, and the mountains and rivers are two clear lights.

What about the fluttering old sideburns? Don't rhyme with the nine-curved intestine.

"Seven Absolute Nights on the River Village"

The trees on the shore of Yunzang are quiet, and the sister of the moon wears flowers and a few gulls.

When the United States came to compete, the fishing boats passed the lotus boat.

"Seven Absolutes, Night on the Gangchon Reservoir"

The lotus flower is a vast expanse of water, and the green leaves are new and fragrant.

I love the wind and sound through the grass cabinet, and also watch the good smoke and light of the moon and night.

"Seven Absolutes"

The best time guest travels to see the truth, and looks forward to the lotus water new.

The drizzle of rain flew obliquely, and the autumn waves poured out of the beautiful people.

Partridge Day Freehand

Text/Tianya is a tired guest

The pillow is piled up with books, and it is not confusing to read it.

You shan to pick chrysanthemums only Tao Ling, raise cranes and title plums only Jing Ru.

The heart is not old, the mind is sparse, and the gan will weave the Xiatu at sunset.

Ome boiled wine heroic thing, Xiao Ling Tian cup also husband.

《Koju Ezuki/ Harugure》

The flowing water was unintentional, and the flowers that fell were mostly unintentional.

Spring is not easy to find. At home, weeping willows weave smoke deeply.

Waiting for the guests to wish, poetry also looks at the heart.

Ascend to the heights of the dragon groan. If the country is there, it will lose time.

"Jiang Yue Huang Shigeyama Disposition"

Songs often contain tears, and the wine comes from a deep cup.

The Piaf mentality is not about anyone. Jiangnan dream, apricot rain smoke flying.

Frequently weave love with delicate threads, and occasionally will be depressed tattooed eyebrows.

Neglect does not forget the cloud chase. The end of the world, why remember back and forth.

"Jiang Yue Huang Heavy Mountain, Autumn Deng"

Fish swimming in the water are not envious, and birds in the forest are chasing.

Who is in the depths of the white clouds? Huang Hua Dao, coming and raising an eyebrow.

Strive to climb the mountain, and admire Fang Fei wholeheartedly.

Idly watching the twilight clouds at the top of the hill. Sad, not late enough to blow the wind.

《Koju Ezuki, Sensitive Parasitic》

Hugh sighed that he was interested in life, and he embraced the country and mountains.

Laugh at him spring to pat the railing. There are still flowers, and the bright moon shines back.

If the dream is broken, why not sleep again, and the ascent needs to be climbed again.

Acacia is even more difficult to feel at ease. A glass of wine, a few relief from upset.

"Jiang Yue Huang Heavy Mountain, Climbing the Great Wall"

The mountain is hurting heavily, and the feeling of flowing water is merciless.

The wine is more biased and higher. At the landing, beacons reminiscent of the barracks.

Laugh at my ambition, sad that he frosted the new life.

The dusk shines obliquely in the red. The wind and smoke rise, and the long march is a long march.

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!