Selected poems| Spring back to the joy of the year, and let the waves of Jiangnan look at the material

"Winter Red Gem"

Text/Spring and Autumn

The lonely winter garden is steep and cold, and the dreams are also happy in the past.

For no reason, the guests looked for spring colors, and a bouquet of red roses came out of the jade bar.

"Tang Duoling PanChun"

Text/East Side

Drizzle wipes. And the wind run willow new. Early warblers rejoice and warm tree songs.

Ice dissolves snow melt plum tu rui, not a few days, and sunny spring.

The ink faded without a trace. The pen is difficult to write. Half a glass of wine, wake up drunk by people.

Mist light smoke mountain far away, half round moon, with lights dim.

"Seven Absolute Appeals"

Text/East Side

The lights and flowers are colorful at night, and the wine is quietly leaning on the fence.

Whoever makes a sound of the voice is in a mood, and chants a heartfelt word.

"Seven Brilliant Winters"

Text/Ethereal

The geese go to winter to come to Yushicheng, and nanchuan knows how to know the northern frontier city.

The plains are dazzling, and the cold branches are more glorious.

"Dotted Lips Hurt Parting"

Text/East Side

The wind is cold and cool, and the first snow is flying outside the curtain sill.

Mei Kai Gao Jie. Fear the west wind.

The wild trail is sloping and often looks at the hometown month. Another Spring Festival.

It's hard to go. How to part ways.

"Suburban Forest Morning Frost"

Text/etc

The suburban forest is covered with frost flowers, and the green leaves are covered with white veil for no reason.

Ren Er's cold invaded the bone, and the fibrous branches still spat out new shoots.

"Winter Rhyme of Gongqing Lake"

Text/Zhang Jianping

Cheng Ming Yin Tan is deep, and Ling Bo is shallow and snowy.

Zhaoshui Meixin is obsessed with the crane, and Qiongya drum waves are Chihiro.

"Qixia Mountain Nostalgia"

Text/Li Jiarong (Liu Qin)

Looking at the river on the pavilion, the river has been hated for a thousand years.

Six generations of rise and fall for the ancients, the old times of the wind and things left to add to the sorrow.

The return swallow is bored, and the fall of the Yang flower is not free.

The same stone city last month, the night came still cold sandbar.

《Early Summer》

Text/Lee Ka Wing

The wild trail is shady and the yellow warbler is singing.

The south wind was pleasant and helped me cross the east side of the bridge.

"Yu Meiren, the scenery is beautiful and picturesque"

Text/Lee Ka Wing

The scenery is really picturesque, and the painting is elegant in Jiangcun.

In the early summer, the countryside is soft in the rice wind, and the loach is caught in the depths of the childish water.

The long wind is clear, and the egret is fluttering.

This time it weighed more than a small hill, who folded bamboo branches and let the little scalpers idle.

"Jiang Chengzi Liuhua has nowhere to avoid spring sorrows"

Text/Lee Ka Wing

Willow flowers have nowhere to hide from spring sorrows. The water flows east. The rain never stopped.

The spring is long, and the flowers fall and the harvest is harvested.

The steps are light and fragrant, the wind blows, and the hills are warm.

Birds in the depths of the green forest are carefree. The grass is delicate. All over the river.

It was dusk, and something was going on a tall building.

Looking at the end of the world, there is nowhere, smell Du Yu, broken throat.

"Side Offenders: Early Summer"

Text/Lee Ka Wing

The jujube flowers are gone, and there is a slight rain in the evening.

New summer. There are ten miles of cicadas, around the sand road.

At the beginning of May in Jianglou, the festival order hurriedly went.

review. Gazing, the sunset between the flowers.

Long time, do not see the flow of years.

Null notation. Fishing silk idle, who laughs for eternity.

Yu Kasa Smoke, Taihu Lake Fisherman's Father.

In the shade of the willows, there are countless blue waves.

"Jiang Chengzi : Thousands of Petals Falling"

Text/Lee Ka Wing

Thousands of petals fall one after another, the grass is soaring, and the green riverside is green.

A few rules, crying through the small mountain village.

It is the year Of The Qingming Bridge on the road, the cars are crowded, towards the south gate.

A storm and dusk, there are lonely people, on the lonely grave.

The twilight scene is bleak, and this is the most soul-destroying.

The water surface is sparkling and floating duck green, shining on the same sunset, paying for the remnants of spring.

"Seven Absolutes and Late Returns"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

The flowers dance to amuse the spring return, and the acacia is pinned on to see the rain fly.

The light on the ridge competes for the evening butterfly, and the conversation is due to the remnants of the heavens.

"Seven Absolutes : Gangnam Sending Friends"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

Jiangnan is happy to appreciate the new flowers, and the moonlight is full of laughter and disgust.

I drank three glasses of vegetarian wine, and junxing kelu reported to my relatives.

"Seven Absolutes : Journey to Jiangnan"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

Since the ancient immortals have only been in the jade girl, there is no need to look up under the moon.

The beautiful scenery of Gangnam is slow, and the drunken music is long in the morning.

"Seven Absolutes: Morning Rise and View"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

The new wind is blowing towards the purple smoke, and the strings are plucked at the lantern song.

The flowers bloom and hold the shadows of the spring water, and dream of the morning sun bathing in the distant sky.

"Seven Absolutes, WangjiangNan"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

Not returning home seems to have forgotten home, and they laugh with each other to the end of the world.

Spring back to the happy year, let go of the south of the river to see the material.

"Linjiang Xian Wangyue"

Text/Tianya is a tired guest

Gu Pan's starry eyes are timid, gentle as water.

Osmanthus red face white cloud delusion. Last night I peeked into my dreams, tonight I will know.

A piece of ice heart is lonely, and it is difficult to give good words to lovesickness.

When is the cloudy circle missing. The wind does not fall, and the insects are trapped late.

"Linjiangxian Su Poyang"

Text/Tianya is a tired guest

The cold moon waves are silently swinging, and the lonely boat who anchors the reed bushes.

Déjà vu meets each other. Last autumn coincided with the arrival of the Great River East.

Don't sing the hero to exhaust it, and wish the golden wind before the bottle.

Hometown may be the same dream. Yellow flowers shine in the eyes, and Er is a thousand bells.

"LinjiangXian Pin Gui"

Text/Tianya is a tired guest

The laurel flowers bloom on the branches small, how to incense the west wind?

Asking Qiu to understand is the heart. Sneak into the courtyard in the township and ride the moon shadow through the air.

Did not reduce the book qi of that year, sir why the dragon bell.

The beat is a hero. Smell the incense can lift the lamp, drunk can open the bow.

"Linjiang Immortal Moon Season"

Text/Tianya is a tired guest

The hedge blooms leisurely, and the branches are weeping and shy.

Yan Hong was a troublesome place. I enjoyed it a month ago and didn't revisit it again.

Mo Dao is like snow only willow silk, acacia can be white head.

Clear dreams are more difficult to praise. The wind does not roll, and the wine is endless.

"LinjiangXian Li Chunri Solo Tour east lake"

Text/Tianya is a tired guest

The mountain yin heart is quiet, and Lin Taowu rides himself.

Several tourists are the same. At first, I went through the flower path and flew in vain.

Yiyi East Lake Fang boat is good, who has tapped the curtain lightly.

Willow eyes on spring red. Idleness is bitter, and the sunset is too hurried.

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!