Selected poems| the aftermath is always sent by the poet, and the long and flow of writing is in vain

"Golden Mountain Laxue"

Text/Spring and Autumn

Ru Zeng sang Liu Yiyi, I am hurt by the white snow.

In the early spring of the Lap Dynasty, it is expected that there is no need to chant Tse Wei Gui again.

Narcissus

Text/East Side

Half-wheeled moonlit cold light. A love song breaks the intestines.

When the dream breaks a few times, think a little more. Think deeper about your hometown.

Light smoke mist screen windows. Red Tent.

Green embroidered clothes. Dress up on the mirror.

"Seven Absolute Plum Snow Love"

Text/Ethereal

The winding path is cold and the jade screen is present, and Zhu Mei loves snow to draw a note.

The sparse branches are faint and charming, but the show is fragrant and the evening breeze is mu.

"Empty Mountain New Rain Home Winter Courtyard"

Who belongs to the small courtyard in the winter, and the green bamboo nestles the wall with snow slope.

No guests arrived at the fire to cook tea, but the plum blossoms fell from the window.

"Seven Winter Nights"

The stars are as white as silver, and the jade trees are as new as qiongzhi.

The dog barks at the fence from near and far, and the firewood door is half hidden for the return.

"A Cut of Plum Plum Primrose"

The corner of the wall plum blossom spits new. Skinny skeletal branches, rich in fragrance.

The windward smiles and the spring returns, the hundred hui Qi Yan, the grass and trees are yin.

Night leak deeper wine three rounds. The curtains are wind-moving, and the moon is as silver as silver.

It is difficult to achieve cold dreams, flowers in the pen, and poetry in songs.

"The Great Cold"

Text/Zhang Jianping

Cold condensation to the beginning of spring return, morning dew to find fragrant yizhan plum.

The dream of moving people with wine and porridge is fragrant, and the snow is flying in the new year.

"Xi Qiuhua Red Leaves"

Text/Li Jiarong (Liu Qin)

Purple maple yellow oak, frost wind, dyed into a thousand strands of silk.

The stone path is sloping, parking deep in the white clouds.

Year after year, he lost but Dongjun, afraid of provoking and guessing jealousy.

distress. More drifting, lonely cold mountain homecoming.

To whom the past is told. Remembering the Wujiang Fishing Fire, the distant bell smoke tree.

Read thousands of miles, pick up a leaf, and write poems.

Fang Qing recognized Qingxi, sent endlessly, and missed each other as promised.

Condensation. But when, cut the lights and whisper.

"Twilight Spring Festival"

Text/Lee Ka Wing

The wind and smoke of the post road are good, and the grass and trees of the mountain pavilion are glorious.

Scarlet twilight, chaotic flowers light.

Why go upstairs, naturally hurt the guests.

Ten years of flute and sword, the wild name.

"A Line of Waterfall"

The hanging waterfall floats in a line of flying, who holds the su practice dance obliquely.

It has always been incorporated into the rivers and lakes, and it does not matter whether there is right or wrong in the world.

"Twilight Spring Sense with Head-around Poetry"

Mountains are like the sea, and the world will not change for thousands of years.

The sea is like a mountain, and the heart of the thousands of miles knows the difficult road.

New is like old, spring color every year who does it.

The old is like the new, spring after spring.

Add and subtract, a round of bright moon with gloom.

Subtract and add, and the wind dances everywhere.

Waking up like a drunkenness, how many acacia tears in it.

Drunk as if awake, everything in life is hard work.

"Feeling"

People's words of happiness and misfortune are always born, and the strings of embarrassment are even tighter.

It is difficult to travel thousands of miles, and I also went to the Great Wall in the Ming Dynasty.

"Backyard Flowers, Deep in the Bamboo Forest"

Deep in the bamboo forest, the sunset is lazy.

White clouds and red leaves are far away from the green mountains, and the sunset is infinite.

Idle flip the poem scroll gently shake the fan, and pour the cup even more.

Slightly drunken wind blows away, the moon is deep and the light is shallow.

"Seven Laws of Wax Plum"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

The slight cloud entered the eyes of the candle and the plum, and a touch of smile opened.

Through the moon He Zeng Chunyan went, and Ming Frost came several times as a teenager.

Wind and pink cage pine, the ground near the cold fragrance to avoid moss.

The White Snow Dragon frequently cares, and the true shape of the leaf is written to whisk dust.

"Seven Absolutes: Weak Willow in Front of the Door"

Half is the strings fluttering, you must know the dance posture sniffing the waist.

There was nothing else in Tianxin's dream, And Sister He Kan protected the short strip.

"Seven Absolutes: Don't Go witch mountain"

The streamer wall is the peak, and the bamboo spring clothes should be tolerant.

Don't go back to the world, just like the snow about winter.

"Seven Laws of Wangyang Garden"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

Cold clouds blew, and the moonlight of Yangyuan covered with dust.

Goldfish pan water climb Yao grass, cui phoenix mud chase purple moss.

Jade bone smell warbler soul dream far away, frost day sent goose tear marks to come.

Amorous people can't bear the first thoughts, and the night is a night of residual lights.

"Seven Laws , Gengzi Year Five • A Boat Tour"

Butterfly dance red clothes to send travel remuneration, Tianhe rain dew reflects the flowers.

Boundless jade wisps peeping at the dragon girl, a golden wave embracing the mirage.

Shilu has added gray hair for many years, and the scenery may be appreciated.

Smell the song all over the world, and the thousands of miles flutter in Kyushu.

"Seven Laws , Mountain City Fuzhou New Town • Lanting Covenant "

The mountain city is full of bamboo clusters, and the object is immortal.

Jinshui returned to pity the holy woman, and the lotus flower sat for a long time to admire the true king.

Tan Xin drunk guest shakes Ba Yue, Ye Mengjia smears Chu Yun.

Straight Road Lan Tingduo sighed, and the long song was self-congratulatory.

"Seven Laws of The Seven Laws of Hua Qingchi"

The moon is gentle and round, and the thousand demons are feminine and enjoy the chinese years.

Ming Huang Yan qu shocked who sent, Li Bai wild song drunken wave spread.

After the concubine pear blossoms invaded the rain, Sanlang Mandarin dreamed of reaching the sky.

The aftermath is always sent by the poet, and the long way is written in vain.

"Seven Laws: The Middle Journey of Shu"

Shuwo Mountain Xiong fei crane shadow, human elephants chant folk songs.

Flocks of trees compete for the sky, and a river of mercury emerges from the miao.

Dream of visiting the lonely pavilion and drinking at night, singing and singing thousands of flowers.

Listen to the rain and think of each other, and send spring and autumn to be proud?

"LinjiangXian Xiang Pain"

Text/Tianya is a tired guest

Seeing how much hate there is at dusk, the clouds are new to cover the heavy mountains.

Remnants of a few primrose trees. The smoke boiled in the twilight, and the birds babbled in the water.

Lying grass listens to the insect pity the sick wine, and the memories are all bitter.

Returning to your hometown and crossing a thousand passes in your dreams. A hundred verses of poetry are good, and it is difficult to resist the sound of peace.

"Linjiang Immortals, Tianya Feeling Nostalgia"

I have no home, why bother, the end of the world just left people.

Throw hooks to fish for fat dolphins. The sea breeze combs white hair, and the salty waves are cleaned of yellow dust.

A new word wanderer sings, and the rivers and mountains hide the spirit.

Hainan weather at four o'clock spring. Blue sky clear vision, biye pure soul.

"Linjiang Immortal Tea"

A thousand years of lingling tea holy land, the name of the flower from now on.

Envy her Qingxiu loves her buds. Calm and elegant, warm in people's homes.

Since ancient times, Acacia has many white hair, climbing the stairs to look at the end of the world.

Chunhua a few flowers full of wind and sand. Eliminate the worries and make a cup of tea.

"LinjiangXian Birthday Nostalgia"

Last night I listened to my memoirs and heard the horses hissing again.

There are no more winds and rains. Birds sleep in the lonely house, and spring wakes up willows.

Go to the sea to pan for gold for thousands of years to hate, and chat about the altar to make a false name.

A bottle of air to the prime-aged line. The slanting sun is bitter over the geese, and the white hair is holding a long wisp.

"LinjiangXian Gurudwara Ancestral Hall"

Koi yuan is not a pond water object, and the wind and clouds change.

Jump high and fly far to see the heart. The country is infinitely good, and the creation is not the same.

After several years of cultivating the wilderness, Mr. Will borrow the East Wind.

Ding divided into three national heads. Bowing is especially exhaustive, and the head is also a hero.

"Linjiang Immortal Dao"

The Avenue is self-conscious, and the distinction is in nothingness.

Poor world is unbearable. Li Qian's eyes are red, and his weight is ten thousand people.

Karmic debt is transformed into energy, and cleverness is confusion.

Why bother with that in the first place. Withered Rong's foreign affairs, the pot in the hands of heaven and earth.

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!