Qingxi Poetry Society, here waiting for you a poem
People of Qingxi New District who love life
All love this land
There are mountains here
There are seas and temples, and there are customs and history
A season of poetry has quietly arrived
In Qingdao West Coast New Area
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Manage greenhouse dishes with feeling
(i)
The leaves fall one after another, and the yellow flowers dye late autumn.
The greenhouse has many fruits and vegetables, and a green forgets all worries.
(ii)
The chanter returned to the wilderness and strolled to the garden.
The green vegetables are green in early winter, and the taoyuan is in front of you.
Village
Shenan flows with clear water, but sees white gulls coming.
In the depths of the flower path, the firewood door is opened for guests.
Overnight at home down the mountain, come back to cook tea.
Ju Lin Qin Qu Ya, put the wine chant poetry.
(iii)
Close the book to see xiu valley, warm boiling spring tea.
The most joyful manor thing, Maolu pen ink flower.
(iv)
The pavilion drums and pianos, listening to nearly five more.
The spring moon by the lake, the literati are self-amorous.
(5)
Attract water from the river and water the garden.
The happiest villager, Zen heart to raise vegetable seedlings.
(6)
The grass is green in front of the steps, and the spring flowers are full of branches.
Drunken warblers and swallows, hands into their own poems.
(vii)
The spring breeze is drunk in the hometown, and the choice of dishes and satchels is busy.
The most happy thing, the new cooking is full of incense.
Burrow blossoms
The pear blossom dance outside the window, and Lan Fang winds around the sky.
The wind shakes the green bamboo shadow, and the Burrow returns in early spring.
autumn
Autumn wind and autumn rain two slightly cold, cabbage transplant wet laurel crown.
Overlooking the beautiful mountains of the hometown, the maple forest red leaves resemble Zhu Dan.
Winter Tian Jiale
Whoever homes in the garden winter blue, the most like the field harvest to plant vegetables.
The Burrow forest spring is more elegant and interesting, and the cold vegetables and small wine are simmering together.
Author/Ma Jisheng
Introduction: A member of the Hwangdo Qingxi Poetry Society.
Recitation/Wang Yaoyao
Introduction: A member of the society whose home is in Huangdao Shangquan Recitation. A Chinese teacher in the West Coast New Area, likes to read and Hanfu, the book has its own sun, moon, mountains and rivers, but also dreams of poetry and far away.