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He Yongnian ‖ Yuyemei (poetry group)

He Yongnian ‖ Yuyemei (poetry group)

Elm leaf plum

The spring wind blows half bone buds, and the gradual pink branches are full of darkness.

Rong Ri Mu Garden wanted to put it first, making the courtyard full of spring colors.

Wing Peach

The dry wood barren slope is charming, and the spring wind is steep and smiling.

A thousand branches and a few trees add spring color, and the light grass greets the flowers with jealous eyes.

farewell

Several stations are looking at the mist east, and the rush is too slow to swallow early.

A road to the end of the world, only for the future of the future do not hate to leave.

He Yongnian ‖ Yuyemei (poetry group)

Lantern puppet feeling

Red dyeing clear shandong and hui, mottled distant color face cold,

Quietly know the beginning of the spring of the seventh and ninth, but I hope that people will follow in peace.

Walk by the side after the snow

Overnight in the mountains and castles, the fog river is wide into the clouds.

Pear blossom trees are full of flowers, and the clumps of flocculents are thousands of spots.

The frozen glass bird on the face is not shadowed, and the diameter is particularly cold.

Occasionally, I talk and laugh and take pictures, and I can't finish the snowy scenery.

Picking mulberries. Chinese New Year's Eve

Silver spark tree home village is good, several flashing lights red.

Gong drum time and space. The fireworks burst into laughter.

Wang candles are thick to the ancestors, and the dumplings are strong.

Drink Shumon. Family watch the late arrival of the clock.

He Yongnian ‖ Yuyemei (poetry group)

Butterfly Love Flower. Spring snow

Face to face collision out of the wind rippling. Miles in the air,

Flying feathers come and go. Full of pear blossoms bloomed suddenly.

The surrounding mountains are dyed differently.

Foot trap miantian wandering wild look. Jade jagged,

Confused eyes are empty. The law returns to the first time of the earth.

Spring light is hidden in the snow.

JIANG Chengzi. Stinging

The mountain soil is soft and dusty. Willow is yellow. Birdsong.

Look around a bend, a little grass green.

The secluded wilderness welcomes flowers to attract attention, although there are few blooms, but also fragrant.

The first pregnancy ratio of ten thousand dry is longer than growth. Breaking the cold sac. Want to open.

Awaken the hidden thunder, create a picture of spring light.

Mo Baoliangchen planned first, and worked hard to be strong.

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He Yongnian ‖ Yuyemei (poetry group)

About the Author:

He Yongnian is a native of Gansu Tianshui and a lover of ancient poetry.

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