Lao Lu's poetry album | the first (12th) personal album of the author (poet) signed by "Dingyuan Literature"

history

It's the Himalayas

Lifted up the sky

Towering breasts

Two brilliant rainbows flow out

Long nights

A bunch of tinder

Stupid soul

Perform a process of metamorphosis

O yellow descendants

Endless

From dusk to dawn

From dawn to dusk

There has been peace

There have been its peaks

There have been humiliations

There have been wars

Sound asleep

It's a crouching dragon

After waking up

Eyes wide open

A hundred years

Turn the river upside down

Ride the fog

birthday

Light a candle

We sang birthday songs together

Gracious candlelight

Bring together our common aspirations

Your birthday

You are beautiful

Beautiful smile

Bloom like a chrysanthemum

Your happiness

Share with you

Sweet taste

Let's savor it

Go to the countryside

Watch the sun rise from the horizon

Look at the light of the heavens like fire and blood

Let the roadside grass wet my pants

Let the canola flowers stain my clothes

Let the wind blow my hair

The birds also sang for me

The creek flows silently

The countryside is lined with beautiful villages

Cooking smoke follows the white clouds

Bai Yun thought about the distance

Take a breath of fresh air

A ray of brilliant sunshine

spring

A beautiful bride

Nines

Fluttering in the wind

Beautiful bride

Beautiful dowry

Butterflies dance

It exudes fragrance

No more sorrow

Wake up overnight

Radiant

Young life

Passion

Window of attachment

It's your warm groom

Haizi

Submerged by yellow sand

Submerged by yellow sand

And the blue cover

Wayward head

The stone is hard

Cold winds in March

Hibernate at the end of March

A sea of seeds

Ten pairs of eyes

Dig tunnels in rusty bones

Dawn is approaching

The poem is Haizi

Haizi is poetry

Everybody reads

Everybody has pity

hometown

The wind helps the clouds

Golden canola flowers

Boundless waves of wheat

A white concrete road

Fork down

It's a village I'm familiar with

The boy of the village

Probably also full of silver frost

I don't know where they went

vagabond

The wind blows in late autumn

Drinking glasses

Accompany you alone

Small flowers bloom on the shore

You are a tramp

The white clouds that are far away are leisurely

There is a flower

Still as beautiful as ever

Sleepwalk with you tonight

This world...

Throw the bones to the dog

The dog did not move

Rolled his eyelids

Tom and jerry do games

Mouse eyes

No fear

Retired leader

Rub mahjong with second-rate children on the street

There is no such thing as the arrogance of the past

Author's archives: Lu Zhancheng, Dingyuan, Anhui. His works have been published on several literary platforms. Contracted poet of Dingyuan Literature. Contracted writer of Jiangnan Literature.

Selected from previous periods

Dingyuan, China

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