Selected poems| the wind on the water surface to scatter flowers, mountain eyebrows glittering blue sky

"Gangnam Mengdong"

Text/East Side

The mist is light and smoke is collected at a glance, and the pine and green bamboo are thick.

Under the cold water of the peng boat, the plum fragrance in the courtyard floats in the corner.

Deva gray walls deep stone path, dry lotus bank willow sand gull.

The frosted old leaves are orange-red, and the wild reed flowers are white-headed.

The Seven Absolutes. Drunken Autumn

Text/Small bridge flowing water

The sun shadow is slanted and tired, and the red and yellow leaves dance slowly.

The pot is drunk in the shade of the trees and spends autumn with the mountains.

"Inuyasha"

Text/Spring and Autumn

The Lord's house came and went empty, and the courtyard was covered with moss and red.

Teasing all over the chicken flying without a guest asking, Chai Men chatted in the sunset.

"Seven Wonders of Homesickness"

Cold rain Xiao Xiao frequently buckled the window, and the three dreams were full of sorrow.

When to embark on the road back home, make a fire and talk about the short and long.

"Snow Watching"

Text/Cold Air

Proud plums did not open first, and the heavens and the earth were cut in color.

Huan washed the red dust for thirty thousand miles, suspected to be a goddess under the Yaotai.

White Chrysanthemum

Text/Zhang Jianping

Yan Xiusu jade rui inlaid with gold, green leaves and green branches holding snow chanting.

This body does not understand the meaning of spring mountains, and the next year is even more cold and fragrant.

"Manjiang Hong, Dadu River Huaigu"

Text/Lee Ka Wing

Iron cable across the river, mountains and mountains, mo river rushing.

Heaven does it, xiongguan valley graben, shake people's hearts.

The sunset is high on the cliffs and the trees are cold, and the weeping apes are weeping in the middle of the night.

If you are a soldier and a chivalrous knife, who can be defeated?

Where does the affairs of the kingdom of heaven come from? Long March Road, by whom to remember?

The situation is terrifying and wild.

The scenery of the sitting place is far away, and the mountains and columns are jagged.

Poor man, where the tomb of the wing king, there is no way to find.

"Qing Ping Le: Late Return to the Rain"

Eaves shelter from the rain, fine number of people.

The cold of the night air invaded the lungs, imagining that the lotus heart was the most bitter.

Boredom wanders alone, and there are people whose hearts are like ashes.

How to the autumn time, the cold wind fell into piles of leaves.

"[Zhonglu] Hillside Sheep Pseudo-Ancient Travelogue"

The reeds flutter, the sunset is tragic, and the song mo yilan boat sings.

To the autumn light, the meaning is wandering, and the end of the world looks at each other several times.

Looking back at the broken intestines of the Moon Ming people. Books, a few volumes of wounds. Sorrow, long miles.

"[Double Tone] Dialing Continuously Untitled"

Poetry, new words, and lovesickness are all over the years.

When the night rain is broken, the idiot writes all the amorous words.

Laughter is not as good as a blank piece of paper.

"[Yue Tone] Tianjing Sha Village Residence"

Anshu Happy Farmhouse. A cup of tea at leisure.

Dogs bark chickens chirping in the field.

The wood is sunset, and the countryside is full of sunflowers.

"Seven Absolute Titles, Lin Jiaba Lin's Pond"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

The wind on the surface of the water is falling flowers, and the mountain eyebrows are shining in the sky.

Gui Niu Lu is thirsty and smellless, and loves the pond to listen to the distant frogs.

"Seven Laws of Gifts"

The emerald spring light reflects the beautiful pool, and the mountain railing guest shadow is self-extenuating.

The smile in front of the flower dances according to the wind, and the sound of Takeshita borrows birds to play.

All things are admired, and there is no sorrow for the change of sideburns in the world.

Doin stepped on the red dust road, and Yinuo Qianjun was accompanied.

"Seven Laws of Poetry and Sound Rainforest"

Juncai pen pen power spiritual reward, wine strong poetry singing Kyushu.

Rhymes with true feelings, and the gods pass on the bones and old waves to turn back.

Jiangnan should be surrounded by pine flowers, and the volume is high in the waterfall water rest.

Gui wrote Ling Yun Mei Xuezhi, when the song Jin Zhu Ren Wind Flow.

"Seven Absolutes: The Rainforest for Poets"

New wind and wine borrow talents, rely on jade poetry like a teenager.

There is about the passage of time, swinging the Prancing Horse towards the edge of the clouds.

The Five Laws of Shu Xing

Who's flat under your feet? Heaven for far.

Wounded Spring holds the Road, not dead to avoid the wind.

The blue blood heart is the guest, and the ghost bones are intercessive.

I know that the landscape is wide, but I see a light body.

"Seven Absolutes: The Yellow Crane Tower"

Text/Tianya is a tired guest

Chu Tian was vast and let Yunyou go, kicking down idle worries and daring to go upstairs.

But send folk songs to the forbidden garden, with a big river in mind.

"Acacia Introduction • Yellow Crane Tower"

Whenever the tears are sprinkled, the central form wins the heart.

The great river goes east, and the heroes are not exhausted.

You must believe in the article shoulder doctrine, because of the wandering strange Feihong.

In the arms of a scholar, clairvoyant is difficult to be poor.

"Qing Ping Le. Re-ascending the Yellow Crane Tower

The Yangtze River who Mao, fei I love the silk.

After singing the hero ascended the high court, he did not see the Harukawa Yellow Crane.

The tears in the eyes were hazy, and the west wind was facing.

The first righteousness is a thousand autumns, and no one sings in the song.

"Shizhou Slow, Sanshang Yellow Crane Tower"

Living water and wind, herbs live in spring, and attractions add color.

Looking up at the Central Plains, it shocked Chu Tianxiong.

The turtle and snake confronted each other, looking at the sails of the ancients, how many heroic guests there were.

The three towns are boundless, and Mu Shuangjiang is en-energized.

Heart pressure. Catch the parrot, ask the yellow crane, and go to the trail.

The first inscription poem, the good word who carved it in the first place.

Can't help but laugh, it took too much effort, and the flat boat jumped on the waves and clouds.

I was drunk and went upstairs, afraid that time and space were separated.

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!