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Huanglong Poetry Society Selected Poems of Liu Lixiu
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Liu Lixiu, screen name Missing Moon Hanging Shutong, poetry lover. He is a member of Jilin Poetry Association, Jilin New Poetry Association, Changchun Writers Association, and vice president of Huanglong Poetry Society. His works have been published in changbaishan poetry, Chinese poetry, Chinese lexicon, poetry journal, contemporary poetry and other publications.
【Friendship Society Interconnection】Selected poems of Liu Lixiu
Seven absolutes
Climbing the good Han Peak has a feeling
Nine turns of cloud peaks lean on the building alone, and the remnants of the sun are like blood moons like hooks.
Only the landscape should always be unharmed, and where there are idiots who are not white-headed.
Spring is gone
Flowers are inviolable, and the heart is really like returning in the rain.
The human world refuses to grow old before spring, and also makes the bright flowers fly as butterflies.
Mother's sewing box
Give me a deep and dense seam, and divide the summer and the harsh winter.
The quail coat is knotted in the annual ring, and it is not reduced by half a point of sansi.
Migrant workers
The strong age is separated from emotion again and again, and always teaches the heart to do wind talk.
After Xiang Si man left, he refused to follow the bittersweet path.
Country lanes
The wild path is sunny and step by step, and the hoe meets without makeup.
Orchid shadow small who sees, early account for half of the spring breeze incense.
【Friendship Society Interconnection】Selected poems of Liu Lixiu
Five laws
cloud
Xiao Ran was uncertain and pursued it with a long-cherished pursuit.
The spirit accumulates with the wind, and the name of the body floats in the moon.
In vain, the piano rhymes, and what happens to Nagisa.
I am also a thin lover, and the Spring River often flows freely.
A Tale of the Eight Nights
The dust is not washed by snow, and it is even colder to sit alone.
In recent years, I have been worried about what to blame, and I am pregnant with people.
Even if you can say Ji Rui, where to complain of sorrow and joy.
Only the vines are allowed to be yue, and Xiao Ran is like this.
【Friendship Society Interconnection】Selected poems of Liu Lixiu
Seven laws
Hometown Reservoir
Revisit the old things and remember how late, take the light of the sky and know it.
Qingze can weeping willows, and white clouds can still swing spring silk.
The whole green grass is green on the day, half at the time of the warbler's sound.
After the town sun hangs down to the pole people, it is advisable to read the poem alone.
Lantern Night
Dream smoke spring mist two smoke, the moon can not smell the years.
Therefore, Heng'e can recognize the tree, and there is no green sideburns to blow clouds.
The flowers and candles in the path are like the wind falling, and the waves on the river are like fire.
After the same bridge corridor people dispersed, they stayed tonight to say clearly.
Chess
The color of the trees has gradually grown, and the stroke moon is instantaneous.
The situation between the oranges was black and white, and the outside was re-cleared.
Spring in the eyes are all famous people's meanings, and the mountain is a pleasant feeling.
Smelling the lonely green smoke, I heard the sound of sparse falling children.
Breaking the ice
The sun is uniform and cold, and the sky is full of flowers such as spring.
The sound of the ice pin canyon is like the sea, and the water rises like a bow in the new mountain and the moon.
The cool air comes to the forest smoke and silence, and the neighboring villages return to the road are rainy.
The flute is played horizontally on the dam, and there are birds chirping in the wind.
Kongo Temple
The birds of the spring forest are still pitiful, and this is also the sky of the king.
The supreme wave of light comes to the Brahman Realm, and there are Yu Zhong Chi listening to the flow of years.
Ask who knows the green lantern language and accompany me to cultivate the afterlife.
The ancient town building is high and can be seen, and the world is full of good zen.
study
The shadow of the west window is a thin branch, and the dream is long and long.
Ten years after Xiao Suo slept in the flowers, a candle was deep into the night.
The streamers of light in the alley are exposed, and the rain and smoke of the home country are known in the volume.
In the meantime, it will be chewed into a real taste, and the cape sky will be at will.
Leave blank
Every time the career is prosperous, a tree of red flowers brings rain.
The bottom of the song is square on the side of the string, and the song head rhymes and rhymes.
The smoke is still smelly, and the sunny moon is several times heavy.
After summarizing the idleness of the fish note, the cloud heart is still in the second and third peaks.
【Friendship Society Interconnection】Selected poems of Liu Lixiu
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Linjiangxian roasted cooked mother-in-law
White hair with the wind like snow, potato fragrance scattered in front of the stove. When he was alone, he was still counting. The trolley pushes the years, and the dry hands hold the years.
Autumn leaves are still green, and life is the coldest and coldest. It is difficult to be poor in the family. Three meals in the wind, bitter but speechless.
Art Hall Spring and Early Summer Affection
When the wind and rain were first clear, the falling red was born. The little lotus was green and clear, just like the mood.
The dream is now hidden on the bridge, and the wind shakes the green willows. Qiong Lou sent a message to who listened, and the moon accompanied the people.
Butterfly loves flowers and grievances
Twilight Rain folded a few stacks toward the wind, hated Yiyi, and made a surprised glance alone. It is always easy to say goodbye to the good night, and the fence returns to the people's widows.
Dreams have never ceased, only hate Yiyi, do not come together when butterflies. A pillow in the corner of the city is as cold as snow, and there are pipes blowing into the linglong moon.
Butterfly love flower Tanabata send nostalgia
Mu you style warbler is also jealous. Can you send a message, do you know before the court? The first depiction of the eye is feminine, and it becomes a flower dance overnight.
In the dream, the sound searches for the tree in the clouds, always folding the thoughts into the morning and twilight. Since then, the red clothes have bathed together, and the cold pool has been a new person.
Linjiang Xian Songjiang evening photo
Thousands of ancient songjiang clouds on the geese, Liaojin drums to dissipate the tranquility. The tide of the years has been pushed flat. Where to look at the spring mountain, the green grass is short and long pavilion.
It was the fishing song again to greet the evening photo, and the life was drunk in the border city. A bridge in the depths of the ringing spring is crossed. If there is a moon, go to the water.
Drink fire orders and edges
I have pity for a long time, who is worried about it. Look at the East Wind breaking without evidence. I also dreamed a few times and blew to the night star.
It's like a sleeping sentence, it's really like a gentle warbler. Cha Qianhui was drunk and green. Even Yi Yi, even asked for leisure. Even the rhyme altar hand in hand, only to listen to the cave.
Mt. Kiku
That can be looked back, and it is still the same. Leave the seeds of small windows deep, don't be again, when frost. With who is thin, is a boundless water, Tao submerged sentences, Du Gong poems, words then people so-
Where my heart is, Bishan knows it or not. He once looked before the rain, recognized the incense soul, and suffered pitifully. The clouds come day by day, Mo snubs the world, leaves the sill outside, into the smoke, and even more so can smell.
Linjiangxian Autumn Rain
It was already the autumn hope of the world, and Xiao Xiao was cold and red. Jiangshan grooming is heavy. Poor window outside the moon, Noh Nai a few more windy.
I was very happy to see Jun Shu willow outside, a cup of smoke. With whom the fluttering gossip is hazy. Floating is such a thing, but it is too hurried.
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