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Huanglong Poetry Society, Chen Yufeng, Lv Xiujuan Selected Poems
Lu Xiujuan profile
Lv Xiujuan, a native of Nong'an County, Jilin Province, is a member of the Jilin Poetry Society and a member of the Huanglong Poetry Society. His works have been published in paper magazines such as "Chinese Poetry Endowment", "Poetry Journal", "Chinese Poetry", "Contemporary Poetry", "Changbaishan Poetry" and other paper periodicals and online micro-journals, and have won the title of "Nine-Nine Poetry Talents" at the Kaifeng International Poetry Festival! "Life is everywhere wide and narrow" National Essay Excellence Award, the 5th International Poetry and Wine Culture Conference "Let Poetry and Wine Warm everyone" Global Essay Activity Excellence Award, the 4th "Meng Haoran" Cup Excellence Award, the First Chinese Women's Poetry Competition Excellence Award, etc.
Lu Xiujuan
Nostalgia (New Rhyme)
After years of trails like duckweed, now it has set off alone in the end of the world.
After all the frost and wind, the heart is not old, and there are still dreams in the spring.
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Yunshu cloud scrolls and other idle looks, often read the Zen sutra square inch wide.
Hoeing the new field three or five acres, seven points to keep the seed Qinghuan.
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The moon typhoon is like late autumn, and the senders are wet with rain.
Cherish a farewell, it is difficult to help each other turn back.
Sit back
The clouds are leisurely birds, and the grass color is in the distance.
Sitting in the wind for a long time, a kind of humor towards the distant mountains.
Kasuga Sensui
Walk alone in the West Garden leaning on the green platform, idly watching the flowers and butterflies wandering.
Poor two sideburns are frost and snow, helpless spring wind can not open.
Autumn thoughts
I also saw autumn red falling into the water, and I heard the cold sound of geese outside the clouds.
The heart is most afraid of Xiao Xiao rain, wet homesickness and dry.
Migrant workers
The body was covered with mud and dust, drenched in sweat and hardship.
A pair of former ploughshares, daring to implant tall buildings into the clouds.
Summer
The rainy durian flower belt is exposed, and the quiet courtyard is dusty.
Pushing the window to make love about the moon, the frog drum rushed in first.
Early spring chanting
Mist filled the hills, and the residual ice receded in small ponds.
Chungu picks up the snowflake quilt and wakes up the new shoots to bask in the sun.
Spring Hunting
The first rain in the green suburbs is light and dusty, and the willow wind is doubly pleasant.
Ziyan was diligent as a messenger and returned to Wanjiachun in Saibei.
Outing
Wind and rain are shining in the morning, and three or two children's hearts are over the wild hills.
The mountain flowers are heard into the sentence, and the small poems are dripping with mud fragrance.
You spring occasionally see
The wind combs the golden wisps leisurely, and the cut is embroidered with purple smoke.
I wanted to invite spring to enjoy the butterflies, and the peach blossoms took the lead.
Take a dip in the Songhua River
The blue waves of raw flowers stain the sky, and the mountains are like ink dots flying.
The light boat paddled into the spring light, shaking a levee of willow wind.
Spring to hometown
Such as practicing the Qinghe River to cook the sunset, the field fog curtain is as thin as yarn.
The two sides of the river greeted the spring willows, and the dream had sprouted in the branches.
Autumn catch
Nets harvest baskets full of scales fresh, wine boiled dusk moon in the boat.
Drunk on the breeze on the sand, the reed flowers are well slept.
nostalgia
Last night, I vaguely dreamed of the old mountain, and my thoughts rushed into my heart.
Relying on the column does not feel the oriental white, and the love weight can bend the moon.
See peach blossoms in the evening
Invite the wind to stroll along the small riverbank, green sand embankment willow color new.
Drunken leaning on the sun and looking back, peach blossoms greeted spring with me.
Take a walk along the riverbank to see willow buds
Lang Ri Xu traveled to the waterfront, and the yellow grass wanted to smoke new ones.
Stop under the willow and look up slightly, and spring looks at the passers-by at the tip of the bud.
Garden
Walking in the garden, Yumei gradually thinned and small peach fang.
Flowers blossom and thank you for sighing, there is a spring breeze to make a claim.
Spring Walking Occasionally (New Rhyme)
Cage day light smoke as thin as yarn, idle strange on the search for Qingjia.
A new cluster of green poems moves, and inspiration hatches tender shoots.
River Bridge
Across a river, it is customary to listen to the wind and rain and the tide.
Even if the wheels roll by, the back is not bent.
Take a walk with children at dusk
For love cool near the small pool, the evening wind style caresses the green silk.
Naughty Er smiled and pointed at Jiaohe and asked, who do I look at when I look at flowers.
A small view of mid-spring
The hedges are sparse and the grass is green, and a new rain is being ploughed in the spring.
The child did not understand mulberry things, and the willow whistle frequently teased the early warbler.
Relief (New Rhyme)
When fishing in the qinghuan landscape, hoeing clouds and cultivating the moon is also calm.
Looking back at how many floating and sinking things, all of them are scattered into the wind.
Sowing seeds (new rhymes)
The wind gently kisses the apricot blossoms, and the willows are weeping with birds.
And go out into the wilderness of the rising sun and plant the spring at the edge of the blue clouds.
Mother's Ding-Dong
With a dream in her heart, she resigned, and her mother sent Liu Fanqing as a child.
The wanderer travels a long way, and his pocket is full of ding-dong.
Arbor Day With Thoughts (New Rhyme)
It was once the red scarf of that year, and a shovel was planted with a few lines of spring.
And now back on the road of childhood, a diamond sky is green to the clouds.
Minus magnolia mountain stream
Twist and turn. Cloud shadow mountain light is often accompanied. Try the ice strings. A clear song is played.
Light and shallow. Spring and autumn come and go. Don't ask about the future. I sang from joy to the distance.
Huan Xi Sha Baked Potato Mother-in-Law
The fire was reddish and fine smoke, and the ten fingers of hard work were turned over several times. Some tiredness reflects the fading face.
I sighed to myself, covered in dust and who had pity. The sound screams through the cold.
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