About the Author
Zhao Qinglian, post-60s, net name Changbai Qinglian, served in the Hunchun Forestry Bureau. He is a member of the Chinese Poetry Society, a member of the Jilin Poetry Society, and a director of the Yanbian Poetry Society. Some of his works have appeared in newspapers and magazines such as "Chinese Poetry", "Chinese Dictionary", and "Changbaishan Poetry", and have been included in various poetry collections in various places.
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One
The breeze is light at first, and the light of the waves is bright.
The swirling posture is soft and fluttering, and the deep groan is far-reaching and poetic.
Nian Jun's sentenceless pen is difficult to fall, and the tune of the strings is gradually formed.
The rain falls on the eaves to hear if it leaks, and the words in the dream are the voices of the heart.
Two
The condensed strings are ethereal, and the sound is around the pine pavilion through the green screen.
The fish played qingxi wave helplessly, and the mind was difficult to calm down.
He Zenglu, who frowned and wept, said that the flow of clouds would not stop.
A few times in the middle of the night, I felt that the dream was shallow, and I looked at the stars alone in front of the window.
Three
Suddenly, the pines covered with old moss, and the hub bell sounded like nine days.
The playground was full of yellow dust, and the classroom door was closed and the shadow was back.
The side of the handsome face is oblivious to me, and the book is picked up and the hands are playing ash.
Streamers scatter snow in the mirror, even if they meet each other, can they snuggle?
Four
The face in the mirror has no beginning, and the mountain village has moved to the downtown area.
Xia Fei furrowed the ridge with pouring vegetables, and read together at night with the lamp.
A tree of peach blossoms give birth to dreams, and half a pond of cold water defeats autumn aberrations.
The moon hook re-fished the old covenant and stacked it into a double carp in the heart.
Five
How to look at each other across the mountains and waters, I thought about the moon injury.
The dam is far away by the fence, and the sleeves of the photos in front of the flowers are stained with incense.
Looking back at Lang Yuan pitiful fairy, horizontal flute red dust worried YuLang.
Every hate Sanshengshi has no faith, and the old makeup is painted alone in the mirror.
Six
The red note wants to send gloom and sorrow, and the goose is without a trace.
A few degrees of red beans are picked up, and it should usually be light makeup.
Linping talked and laughed with comfort, and the opposite side looked at each other and was silenced.
The heart has not been lightly leaked, and the scenery and water are together.
Seven
In the dream, there was still an old smile, and the green silk gradually became white.
The cloak curtain rolls up to look at the stars and the moon, and the pen and book become a guest track.
The green qi is dusty and the strings are astringent, and the tears are heavy.
It is difficult to meet in this life, and it is a good time to meet in the heart.
Eight
He Kan's state of mind was isolated, and he was suspicious of the vulgar dust.
Unforgettable yokozuna lotus blooming place, but also think of chanting when the moon rises.
The clouds gather and scatter with the wind, and the past is sad and happy only self-aware.
The spring of the years is full of snow, and the willows are junshi?
Nine
Wine overflowing glass people half drunk, silk strings trembling lightly Qian who smells?
The moon traces the shadow of the mandarin alliance, Xiao Xuying curtain curtain points.
And leaning on the building railing to watch the sunset photos, carrying the wind and rain is a special honor.
In this life, the product is amorous, and the white head is still in a constant posture.
Ten
Gan Chengxin's arrow did not hang, blowing through the Jade Sheng's emptiness and feeling sad.
The egret is chased in the clouds, and the fish book swims in the dream.
Spring is still sorry for the flowers, autumn to he can be frosted.
After drinking the parting wine of that year, who knows when the acacia will take a break?
Eleven
Linghua fell into a mane, wanting to sweep the moth's eyebrows and react incorrectly.
The practice of the covenant is getting more and more chaotic, and it is already the beginning of the month to listen to the cicadas.
Hua Nian was drunk and groaned, and the wine was poured out regardless of the rise.
Strolling along the river to find old traces, the clothes list did not feel cold and difficult to win.
twelve
I didn't dare to look at the moon in the west room, and I was worried that I was afraid of loneliness.
Idle patrol wild strange left a trace, stealing envy jackdaw double play forest.
The ferry port is small from the sail shadow, and the clouds and the sky look at the sound of geese.
Autumn Frost wrote the maple note, and it was difficult to ask when to re-stroke the piano.
thirteen
The green onion is the most exquisite, a wisp of humor and ignorance.
The flowers bloom and attract butterflies, and the acacia rain wishes to become a rainbow.
The spring breeze awakens the willow cage smoke, and the autumn water falls red without a trace.
And Ren Yuluan perched on the sideburns, and the white head of Yu Yu was not the same.
fourteen
On the mirror thin face gently caressed, how about the loneliness that is difficult to eliminate?
The tea gradually cooled and the lights faded out, and the shadows often passed by.
The Folding Willow Baqiao has been missing for a long time, and the Fuqin Xuan Pavilion is dark and sad.
Pouring a cup is not forgetting the water, just waiting to see the overflowing vortex.
fifteen
Under the corridor, the wind listens to the jade reeds, and the clouds look far away from the depths of the mountains.
I asked Mingyue several times if she had ever been drunk and cold.
Put the wrist desk incense ink characters, and lead the fence by the beauty cannabis.
Poor dream knot hair, how can the wisps of frost disappear?
sixteen
Looking at the starry sky from afar, the Milky Way is not solved by the Queqiao Immortal.
Red dust is like a dream for no reason, and the state of mind is like a Zen high sleep.
The vicissitudes of the wind and clouds are hidden, and the profits and losses are illuminated by the ice.
Qi Si finally made a floating smoke disperse, and the trick was not intended to take a whip.
A thousand poems
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