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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The Winter Olympics in the Year of the Tiger are nostalgic
In the first month of the Year of the Tiger, Rui Tianjing, the capital of the Olympic Games, is the Holy Flame.
The face is warm with spring breeze, and the heart is connected to the world to send true feelings.
Flying cornices dance in the ice, driving the phoenix to ride in the snow.
How many dreams still exist in the annals of history, and the five continents and the four seas look up to the high name.
Spring is a jumble
(i)
A lake of forest shadow birds snuggle, bamboo trees light gulls sunset urging.
The years add light to the pool willows, and the mountain wind adds color to the cauliflower.
Open source brew cup cup dream, boiled well raw incense tablet media.
Green Yang Qingbo who sings late, the small bridge flows back to the boat.
(ii)
Dew condensed new willow Cui Zi Jia, blue water orchid boat reflecting purple xia.
But looking for the crane in the mountains, he looked at the clouds on the stone.
The smell of the attacker is like musk, and the posture is clear like a yarn.
The duster rambled on the spring scenery, and the heavy makeup lightly smeared the drunken poet.
(iii)
The fish play with the water, which is when the lake and pond rise to the shore.
Rain knocks on the paper window willow drunk, wind invite bamboo flute cauliflower crazy.
The pink wall red path chants poems early, and the clear sound of the shadow enters the painting late.
A touch of incense startled me to dream, looking back at the spring branches that had already been married.
Time
Don't ask how many dreams in life are fulfilled, and the vicissitudes of the years are stained with years.
The green silk spread away like snow, and the dust was hidden deep like smoke.
Drink a glass of wine to invite the moon shadow, boil tea two pieces of moisturizing Zen.
Shaohua Yi's old spring is still there, and every inch of time should be self-pity.
Green Dragon Day puppet
The stream is tender and willow eyes are new, and the plum blossoms are alone in their own spring.
The seagulls play boaters, and the cranes sing softly about the ferrymen.
The thin horse chases the years lightly, and the poor wind and rain forge the mind and body.
Not vain February time warm, borrow rhyme green dragon good dream true.
Magnolia Yong
When the drizzle is just right, the red clouds are green and late.
Jade skin jingyan mountain pavilion drunk, ice bone scramble water shiyi.
In order to faint to Dan Xiaming, qingrui was tested to multiply.
Su'e geng geng paid attention to her words, and Gu Fei forgot to compose poems.
Spring is occasional
Purple swallow into a double old alley, the yellow warbler reported the letter to tell the long edge.
The spring breeze ripples with red flowers, and the embankment is full of green willow smoke.
When the rain comes, sing to the wine, and the clouds chase the dream to fly in the sky.
Idle sitting alone with the crane, the test pen finally became a small piece.
Self-dispatch
Forty spring in and out of the rivers and lakes, time passes without hurting the gods.
A lifetime of storms and a lifetime of dreams, half a lifetime of obsession with half a lifetime.
Qianying Pingtian Zeng Zizhi, Leng Xiang secretly admired Liu Gong's body.
Calmly do not envy all money, but borrow the green mountains as a close neighbor.
Author/Xue Shentai
Introduction: A member of the Hwangdo Qingxi Poetry Society.
Recitation/Li Xuebing
Introduction: Home in Huangdao. Member of the Shangquan Recitation Society. Chinese teachers and recitation enthusiasts at the Vocational School in the West Coast New Area especially like to recite ancient poems. Willing to record life with sound, engrave beauty, and convey happiness.