Selected poems| raw flowers sweep snow to protect the spring cold, and cover up no one alone

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Text/East Side

Like water time and autumn, life is bumpy and sad.

Sour, sweet, salty, bitter and dusty things, laughing to the sky and singing to tears.

"Twilight of the Years"

Text/North Sheep

Mistakenly, the period of one inch yin, heavy building does not say a word to himself.

The lonely green mountains are sad with the eyes, and the soul of the sunset is bitter to the heart.

Three glasses of turbid wine think about the past, and the feeling of floating and sinking is a thousand times.

There is no end to the grandeur, and it is difficult to spring again in the twilight of the years.

"Huanxi Sand Winter Scene"

White silk carries the wind wildly, and the bamboo pines on the horizontal hills and wild paths are wild. Oblique dead lotus leaves are in the cold pond.

Yushu ice flower spring scene, snow muscle skinny nine days fang. Pick the curtain sill outside the grass cream.

"Around Winter"

Text/Everest

The cold wind sweeps away the snowflakes, and the Chinese land cages smoke.

The city tower has locked a thousand fires, and the wanderers sigh and sigh.

"Snow Persimmon Winter Morning"

Text/Spring and Autumn

Tomato branches near the frozen creek, vermilion lips snow kiss dream spring causeway.

He Dang Yerba Buena, red bean acacia warm old question.

The Seven Absolutes. Snow Flies》

Text/Small bridge flowing water

Counting nine cold days the wind is even more frantic, qionghua man dance all over the mountain village.

In front of the court, the old trees rested quietly, and the distant mountains Danfeng made up jade makeup.

"Little Cold"

Text/Zhang Jianping

The cold street is hazy at night, and the long lights are windy.

The room stove is warm and warm, and the return date is more in the wine glass.

"The First Snow of Changchun"

Text/Lee Ka Wing

The fire of the clay stove is still red, and the frozen clouds are still windless.

Han Mei wanted to be frightened, and first cut the Qiong flowers to scatter the sky.

"Endowed with Jiupi Town, YongYang Qingshan"

The Jiupiguan tree is lush and green, and the distant memory of qingshan is Junliang.

300,000 military supplies were intercepted, and the deeds have been stirred up so far.

《Yan'an Trip》

At night, there was a slight rain and cold, and the guest traveled through Yan'an.

The resort has been known for a long time, and it is difficult to walk in and appreciate.

The clouds of war are far away, and the wine glass of the world is wide.

The story is reminiscent of the rest, and the mood is abrupt.

"Answering People"

Back to the king, I also felt zero, and I burst into tears in front of the bottle.

I am most afraid of the west wind to work with paper and pencil, and I will write the leaves of the sycamore in autumn.

"Remembrance of Wang Sun Leng Qiu"

Sleep in the cold for a long time. The leaves fell one after another.

Several cold anvils were intermittent. Cold autumn. A piece of acacia and tears filled in.

"Picking Mulberries Freehand"

Sad rain fell on the banana tree, the leaves are xiaoxiao.

Ye Ye Xiaoxiao. Since then, the lights and flowers have withered alone.

The red letter is infinitely acacia, write to whom to see?

Write to whom? When the tears turned a lot, the hatred disappeared.

"Minus Magnolia : Reminiscences"

Four years of thoughts, half a red note three hundred words.

Seasonal cycle, the end of the world.

Heavy doors deep in the courtyard, the past time is an arrow.

The night rain cools, and it is written that acacia is always broken.

"Seven Absolute Plum Blossoms in the Garden"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

Raw flowers sweep snow to protect the spring cold, and no one is alone in the fence.

But feeling confused, the Russian shocked woman smiled and looked.

"Seven Absolute Gangsamura Creek"

Ji RiHui Hui bath birds and insects, a thousand mountains in the first wave.

The line follows the butterflies to see this, and the egrets fly and dance.

"Seven Desperate Girlfriends"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

The willow play oblique wind around the Fenglou, Jiangnan Miaoyun to whom to stay?

A deep glass of wine is suitable for everyone to get drunk, and it is not lost in the shadow of the original heart.

"Seven Laws of Jiangnan Answering Friends"

The night is quiet, why not rhyme and idle, and the moon in the clear stream shines on the water and the mountain.

Zhu Lou drinks lu Jiangnan is good, and the green willow contains wind and Shu Road is difficult.

The flowers in the mirror are suspicious of bones, and the grass on the edge of the sky is faceless?

Resigned to the ten years of mortal hearts, want to hide the period of bravery.

"Seven Laws of Gengzi May 20th Gift"

Remembering that there is no other word, this is like a dream boy coming.

The piano book does not shy away from listening to the protection, and the rain and dew still love to look away.

Every time the branches of the moon rise, the current period is more distant than the wing.

Meet and cherish, comfort from the heart forever.

"Seven Laws • Rain Lane"

The sky returns to the purple qi and the green radiance, and the distant view of xia is waiting for the moon to return.

Yu Yu rarely meets with a clear ear companion, and Zen's heart is awakened.

Xun Siwan turned the clouds and opened the momentum, and asked the vast rain to cheer.

Sitting in love was the Lord at that time, and Xian Shan did not meet to try on flower clothes.

"Fixing the Wind and Waves Slowly, Moon Pavilion"

Dipped in the morning sun, the pavilion of the moon pavilion, the branches of the dew are drunk.

Brocade flower tips, light willow rain, embellishment of foolish fruits.

Xiang Fanghua and Su Yunduo, want to dream of breaking the intestinal lock.

Cover. Sigh the old quiet place, time deceives me.

Hometown one, see the new makeup, green sleeve wind sound.

To the Xuan window, support and slim Luo Yu hand, lonely pavilion song chanting sitting.

Back and forth, ancient and modern wrapped, Kuang Feng rouge accompanied by dance fall.

Can, do not fight for youth, oblique sun chase peace.

"Qing Chunze Remembering Premier Zhou"

Text/Tianya is a tired guest

Wei An's body, lofty integrity, still haunts the atrium of the heart.

The hearts of the people are involved, and the most hurtful years are sad.

Prosperous over the eyes of the acacia, tears and rain between the water and clouds.

Ask Hua Tang, like in the sound, lonely poetry.

Zhongchen was bitter since ancient times, lamenting how difficult the Divine Continent was, and causing trouble to Xiao Wall.

Holding the disease to operate, Gao Feng endured the insult to Anbang.

The fierce waves turned their bodies and minds, and the blood of the west wind stained the sun.

Cast brilliant, century-old name, eternal fragrance.

"Wind into the Pine River Bank Groan"

The tide of the great river moves to the sky, and there are two or three boats in the sky.

People idle flowers fall into the spring, and ask the bosom, who is worried.

Past pride? Nowadays, old age and illness are hard to pay.

In the grand singing and dancing of several times, I asked to strike the lonely hill.

A thousand years of a long march, and who knows, white but the head.

The yellow crane lurks in the sea of clouds, and the hero endures the city tower.

"Wind into the Pine : Early Autumn Homesickness"

Half a curtain of wind and rain followed the autumn, and the red fell on the dark steps.

A few more sorrows like flower language, qian who can understand and guess.

There are acacia butterflies in vain, and hate no cup of wine.

Dreaming back to the country house is difficult to paint, and the wall moss is green.

The levee herbs are like the waves of the river, and how much and how hard to taste.

Where is the young now, a river of autumn water.

"Wind into the pine , set Dongpo words for Qingcheng cat bear "

Green locust tall willow swallow new cicadas, the past is a thousand ends.

Attentively last night three more rain, lonely mountain temple, birds tired of knowing.

There was only one river and bright moon, and at that time, chang'an was a guest.

Feeling nostalgic and lonely, so the west side of the fortress.

Soko-breaking biwa cord, one-time disease, Kita-Hohei River.

When I was drunk singing Junhe, the song beads dripped clearly.

"Wind into the Pine , Set Dongpo Words To Give New Rare Confusion"

Mid-Autumn Festival, who with the common lonely light, haunting the soft intestines.

Ming Dynasty wine wakes up to know where, idle under the window, willow outside the sun.

People are in the depths of the Jade Hall, because jun can't help but think.

With the tears of the sun, some people are crazy.

Wherever there is no herb at the end of the world, a pot of wine, red apricot fragrance.

Looking down on the world, life is cool in autumn several times.

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