Selected poems| hate not to be swept away by the wind, and laugh at the king with anger

"Bu Operator • Tianya ren"

Text/Everest

The letter horse walked the rivers and lakes, returned to the qilin whistle, and finished the work in the evening with a whistle, coming and going to summon.

Three-foot tianya knife, a needle hook fishing, if you want to pour wine in the mood, drunk in the acacia less.

Winter Snow

Text/North Sheep

Falling silent sky dance, crystal flowers six petals like silver.

The soul of the immortal is flowing in the east, and the dew can nourish the spring of all things.

"Tasha Xing, Winter Lyrics"

Text/East Side

The frost grass is yellow, and the cold plum is clean. The birdsong of the forest is absolutely impossible.

The trail is silent, and the sky is cloudy and snowy.

The candles were faintly dim, and the westerly wind was intensifying. Cold who is hot.

Fuqin and Oligoqu contain affection, and the affection is as deep as a shipwreck parting.

"Homesickness"

Text/Star not Star

Carrier pigeons fly low and draw their own circles, wanting to count nine cold days.

The spring breeze blows the threshold for a long time, and there are many rural dialects.

"Cabbage Chant"

Text/Zhang Jianping

White-stemmed green leaves are jade and true, and ridge sweat is lightly hoeed to be close to relatives.

Accompanied by dew cream to nourish the mist, split the flap to make up for the delicacy.

There is no need to erase the hypnotic endowment, but love the neighbors of the hearth.

The people hedge the spring care, drifting zero wanderers comfort the heavens.

Book Scene in the Guest

Text/Lee Ka Wing

All the way to the long pavilion and the short pavilion, the sunset flower color is floating in total.

The suburban grass and trees are withered and prosperous, and the east wind is one year old and the green is one year old.

《West Lake Evening Berth》

The desert flowers flow one by one, and the distant wind and white cranes are leisurely.

The bells of the ancient temple in the deep mountains ring late, and the ink river is moored in a boat.

"Missing Topics"

In his lifetime, he did not learn the art of drawing and drawing, and it was difficult for ink and danqing to draw.

But he had to go to his hometown and send it back to his hometown to see it.

"The Matter"

The man will paint the yang, and the road is long.

More sad at the bottom of the matter? The small village is like my hometown.

"Wuling Spring And Spring"

Full of red spring, I refuse to stay for people.

Mo Fangchun went out in the air and moved to Tingzhou.

There are no things to do in the camp, and there is no end to death.

The Yangtze River flows day and night, flowing endlessly and with many sorrows.

"Water Tune Song Head: Debt and Nostalgia"

Text/Li Jiarong (Liu Qin)

I also own a family car, and I live in a tall building.

He was deep in the mud and tried to do his best.

Ridiculous career limited, ridiculous greedy shoreless, happy in time?

Mo Envied Chuan painting, the world has ups and downs.

A body of debt, ten years of hate, a dilemma.

In this case, one and two are separated from sorrow.

Wear out the heroism of the youth, win the tears of the end of the world, and everything will be started.

The chest is stuffed, and the bottle of wine is still difficult to pay.

"Seven Laws, Gengzi Does Not Return home at the end of the year"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

Silver hook brocade cable is not a coincidence? The ridge moon returns to spring from the east.

The green leaf clouds are deep and misty, and the bushes and snow are as light as frost and wind.

After years of staggered horrors, Wanli was confused in his eyes.

The period of going to the horse is not fixed, and the sky is wide and the water is far away from the heart of the crane.

"Seven Absolute Titles East Neighbor Magnolia Flowers"

White jade puff pastry looks at the snow buds, and when it smells the rhyme, it is not in the flower.

Junshike laughed and searched for the fragrant domain, and a flower opened from the family.

"Seven Absolute Yu Beauties"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

The moon surrounds jiangcun to reveal its jade face, and Qingbo looks at the ghostly traces.

Shyly lifting the green sleeve stroke deep, do not wait for the string song to meet in the dream.

"Seven Desperate Hopes"

Shi Siyu's appearance made his heart sad, and his drunken poetry was opened by the sill.

The moonlight could not cover the sky, and the déjà vu swallow returned.

"Seven Absolute LotusEs"

The moon lost its flying glow at night, and the jade dew breeze passed over the rich family.

Because of the proximity of the water, the fisherman of the hut stretched out and did not forget to bathe in lotus flowers.

"Seven Absolute Yang Hua"

The branches dance rapidly, and the flowers come alone.

Hate does not blow wild winds and shed tears, and laughs at the king.

"Pai Lu Gengzi Returned to His Hometown in May of the Year of Gengzi"

Qushui new stream ferry return, green mountains and rabbit fat.

Everyone has a happy village wine, and the zixing yin changes old clothes.

Dancing Spirit Wind Soothes Sigh, Whip the Rising Sun Shines Brightly.

Years of tired bones sealed books, a moment of idleness open bamboo.

Lying alone for the official staff asked, for the rest of his life, the mother put the cup on.

The long song is only afraid of the change of the rural tone, and the twilight old man still has zhaowei.

"Grateful For More Than One Night"

Text/Tianya is a tired guest

The night bugs began to sing, who stood on the floor.

When the moonlight condenses, the smile is foolish.

Wake up after drinking for no reason and write new words.

Write new words, there are words silent, the person does not know.

"Grateful for More, Looking for Plums"

Suddenly waking up like a dream, Meiling flowers are shadowless.

Afraid of the spring of words, lock both eyebrows.

Drizzle sycamore in April, grass smoke flying.

Grass smoke flies, swallows whisper, strangers like monuments.

"Grateful For More And Remembering the Past"

Friends are thousands of miles away, sad where to say.

Most of the night is lonely, reading dictionaries.

The moon is missing flowers and dreams, remembering the beginning.

Remembering the beginning, strolling along the long causeway, drunk to the king to help.

"Grateful For Many Night Edition Old Manuscripts"

Shore sleep tide does not sleep, spring is near the blossoming?

In the middle of the night, there is a window of stars.

The transcript is full of paper, and it is always concerned.

Always caring, old tears are hard to throw away, and the sea chicken is self-singing.

Facing the sea, look for light with black eyes. Founded on November 16, 2015, the Poetry Club takes "giving voice to grassroots poets" as its mission and carries forward the "spirit of poetry" as its purpose, that is, the pursuit of the truth, goodness and beauty of poetry, the artistic innovation of poetry, and the spiritual pleasure of poetry. He has published a collection of poems co-authored by poets, "Spring Warm Blossoms of Reading Sleeping Poems" and "Grass Long Warblers Flying in Reading Sleeping Poems". The poets work tirelessly, the poetry club forges ahead, constantly innovates, recommends excellent poems, produces high-quality poetry collections, recites excellent works, recommends poets' works in various forms, lets more people read excellent works, appreciates poetry culture, we are on the move!