Meng Jianhua's original six poems
1. Praise for the Beijing Winter Paralympic Games
Shuang'ao City World Fortune Long, the five rings of the snow Rongrong.
The ice light returned to the crowd, and the holy flame soared and the warriors were heroic.
Zhiyuan has no end to the dragon and water, and his body is crippled with dream tigers.
The leaves are naturally white, and the gaps are different red.
Second, the epidemic in mid-spring has re-emerged
Liu Meihua was in the spring, and the demon atmosphere raided and was shocking.
It's like a night of sad winds, and the rapid and fierce thousand cities are frequently raining.
Fortunately, Dongjun opened Tai Chi, and finally the Big Dipper broke the mystery.
The remnants of the clouds swept away the three Chenlang, and the purple qi took off into the sky.
3. Jining ancient locust
AoYi Street is unique and good at fang, and lingfeng and rain read the vicissitudes.
Frequently experience the cold and warmth of the world, and enjoy the ugliness and goodness of the rivers and lakes.
The thin shadow hides a thousand dreams, and the branches are knotted around the nine ileums.
The red silk is hung full of reasons, and the ancient road god Acacia blesses the hometown.
Fourth, the spring breeze
Holding the sun and dancing in the blue sky, the sneak trail is proud of the spring wind.
The willow branches on the edge of the embankment are green, and the wild flowers are red.
Bring rain and smoke to stir thousands of stacks, through the forest over the mountains to kiss a thousand bushes.
Although he is a romantic and amorous guest, he feels happy and comforting.
5. Feeling the Spring Cold (New Rhyme)
Yesterday was still a jasper day, but tonight it was a cold spring.
The wind and cool grass are dark and shadowy, and Gu Jingyun is low and faint.
Zi Yan half sleep sighed, and Hongmei still smiled.
Who can measure the cold and warm of life? The taste of the world is sweet and sour.
Sixth, the spring equinox is the scene
Yin and yang are both day and night, and the boundary between cold and warm is clear.
Purple swallows are shocked, and the new lotus belt is exposed.
Watch the fishing boat near the lake, step on the wild and enjoy the kite.
Drunken eyes are charming, poetry is full of love.
【About the author】Meng Jianhua (male), pen name: Menglong, screen name: Hua Jian Menghui. He is a member of the Chinese Poetry Society, a standing director of the Shandong Poetry Society, and an honorary president of the Jining Poetry Association. In his early years, he worked as a reporter and editor in a provincial-level news media, and then engaged in writing work in the organ for a long time, serving as the editor-in-chief of a municipal official journal for more than ten years. He loves reading, writing, photography, traveling, collecting, etc. He has published more than 2,000 works of various kinds in mainstream newspapers and periodicals at the national and provincial levels, including more than 260 award-winning works at or above the provincial level. He has edited or co-edited more than 10 books.