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Li Peng is absolutely chosen
About the Author
Li Peng, screen name: Pengcheng Wanli, born in 1977, from Sihong, Jiangsu Province. Ordinary migrant workers. He is a member of the China Association of Chinese Associations and a member of the Suqian Writers Association. In 2015, he began to study poetry. He has won awards in various national competitions nearly 70 times.
Over the Yang Ridge
Where does the clanging ring? Ask the old man before the slope.
Rich people's money bags drums, villas built in the mountains.
Winter night construction site rain overtime
The tower lights pierced through the rain curtain, and the figures floated in mid-air.
After the wind break for three times, the building is one more floor high.
Summer past the farmhouse cornfield
The Jade Pavilion is full of greenery, and the south wind dances softly.
The farmer laughed at the dream of a good year, and the night pole was tall.
Over the Century Park see ginkgo biloba leaves falling
The wind swept two hairs and worried, and looked at the bald tree three thousand.
It is difficult to buy back a day of youth.
Spring snow
Dyeing mountains and rivers into one color, covering red and hiding green is always concerned.
Mo Hao did not change the depth and shallowness, and the yuan was uneven in the human world.
autumn rain
The rice was bent toward the water, and the wind and rain caused injury.
The rioters did not understand the tears of the peasants, and the newly endowed autumn words were written to fall flowers.
Swim in Panlong Lake
Green writing lake light jade curl pattern, turnip embankment long clear fen.
The breeze supports the waves far away, and the water enters the qingshan mountains and clouds.
Winter tour of the ruins of the Iron Mountain Temple
The wind dances in the air and the forest language continues, and the deserted stones make people sad.
Qingquan did not ask about the red dust, and the gushing flowed freely with fate.
Spring view along the river park
The peach makeup on the other side is dark and light, and the grass on the east slope is green.
Willow throw green line on the clear waves, do not fish dragons only fish spring.
Wing Xue
Yu Yu is infinitely dancing wildly, looking for peaks and visiting the wilderness.
Su Xin can be on the heavens and the earth, dare to put the mountains and rivers a color makeup.
mountain spring
Hundred turns of Qingfeng all the way to the difficulty, flying rocks fall out of the deep mountains.
Hearing that there is no clear water in the rivers and seas, the sweetness has been sent to the world early.
Yongja Island
Sloppy donkey riders, lightly snatching people.
Send yourself to the land of purification, and ask for the return of the red dust.
The sun and the moon are short, and the word "deliberate" is new.
Bitter groaning without fear of thinness, steep feet spirit.
Spring tour of Fo Ling Lake
Swim with the waves, play the spring song and swing the boat.
Surprised to see the Picture Book of LingHu Lake, I sighed at the clear stream of blue waves.
The sun cut Xia Jinjin is full of water, and the wind dances and the green eyes are dyed.
At the most poetic point, the heron gull flew over the guest's head.
Towards the Sea Tower
With the railing hugging the breeze, the red sun is steaming and looking forward to welcoming.
Watch the clouds rise purple, and listen to the sound of the waves hitting the tide.
Floating and sinking has been accustomed to the rivers and lakes for a long time, and life and death are equal to fame and fortune.
Don't be a matter of vulgarity, this heart promises to make an alliance with the heron gull.
Gengzi birthday drama
Zichen Zihe is also leisurely, and in March Jiangnan xiushi heap.
Dancing green shakes the red wind to cheer, first yellow and then white wine poured into the cup.
Detained Wu Di and lived with Chun, recalling Chu Tian's dream back.
I can't bear to talk to my home on the phone, afraid that my mother will ask when she will return.
The Dragon Boat Festival is made during a thunderstorm
Thunder and thunder in the ears frighten the rain and wind, and the electric light is like a sword splitting the sky.
The scene is often similar from year to year, and the sorrow is always different from year to year.
It is a pity that the soldiers have many gray hair, and there is no doubt that Quzi is foolish.
Looking at the clouds in the southeast, it was particularly dark, and the chaos became a chant that did not work.
In the middle of the night, I read history and felt nostalgic
Late at night, the chaos of hate is sleepless, and the haunting wanders for four hundred years.
The chopping waves ride the wind on the island, reclaiming the wilderness and expanding the frontier.
Unpaid ambition to die first, lamenting that the dream of the male soul is waiting to come true.
Far to the southeast, Jin Ou was crippled and pitiful.
Huai Wang An Shi felt the work
Zeng Li's high-level officials looked at each other in vain and wanted to push the New Deal to build a special contribution.
There is no regret in the body, so that the morning of the new morning begins to be poor.
Geng continued Tang Yin Feng Yue Ya, Chongming Song Li Fu Wenxiong.
Mid-Levels Garden has a thousand regrets, and the lonely lock was a difficult time.
Xin Ugly Yuan Day trial pen
Greeting the sun and the moon for a new day, the road ahead is far away with a smile.
I have known the red dust and many rats, and I want to send my dreams to the Year of the Ox.
Xintian does not have a rice sorghum plan, and the poem bag has some landscape chapters.
What is there to fear if you are like duckweed? The waves are also pleasant.
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