【New poem Three Leaves Singing Harmony】
Yu Lu to the poetry window of the Open Meng Lou and the sword Ming Rendi
Wendu's emotions
It's cold and warm
Spring comes with dreams
I'm in a spring dream
Fly over an era
I have insomnia in my spring dreams
We only have one Wendu
Not a single article can let go of our dreams
We want to recreate a wendu
We labor
Labor creates a literary capital again
Poetry should advocate peace
Advocate peace and competition
We bathed the poems with boiling sweat
There are Tang poems before there are Song poems
Li Bai needed Du Fu
Su Dongpo is inseparable from the Yellow Valley
Poetry is the enemy
We need another Wendu
A stronger opponent than us
We get emotional
Insomnia in spring dreams
Couldn't sleep all the time
Yi Tong and Yu Gong's new work "The Mood of Wendu"
And give the sword to the friends
Spring Equinox After Lake Trip
In March, Willow measures the light of the mountains and lakes
Ten Mile Embankment first met the new makeup of Dongying
Qin Woman Yinxiu walked into the Jinling Map
Prince Zhaoming greets him in the Xuanpu Cloister...
Six Dynasties like a dream, or cherry blossoms have a date?
Five continents clear and harmonious, or smoke far away?
The ancient city walls are the imprints of a thousand autumns
Zi Feng held up a large sum of gold and headed upwards towards the sky
Writing, writing the new world of the new millennium
Compilation, compilation of the old time in the world
(Also note: After the spring rains, walking on the Lakeside Road on the side of Taicheng, the willows of the Ten Mile Causeway are full of cherry blossoms, the Six Dynasties Xuanpu and the Poets of the Tang Dynasty are together, and only the "Wendu" in the ancient and modern connection has a long thought, as evidenced by poetry.) ）
Jian Mingfeng and two benefactors
Chase the poetic wind
At the moment, I am reading poetry
One hundred and seventy-seven-year-old Hongyan
Send me a solar term, yes
Wendu's emotions touched the two poets
Today is the "spring equinox" of the Year of the Tiger
There happened to be a spring rain
Grass and trees, in this moisture
Like me, there is a cold and warm feeling
The willow silk of Taicheng is high
It is the stave of the harp
The swallow in front of Wang Xietang is a musical note
Synthesize the grandeur of "Wendu"
The green of the walls of the ancient city
Quietly stop and listen
Listen, we don't grow old and sing and
The rhythm of Tang poems and Song poems is shared with me
Wendu has never let go of a hundred-year dream
She swims through the four seasons
Countless literary talents have been conjured up
Flowing jinling, chasing the poetic wind
(Hu Note: Yu Lao is 96 years old, Feng Lao is 81 years old, and they are collectively "one hundred and seventy-seven years old".) Feng Yitong photography with picture)
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