Selected poems| Before the rain falls and the spring returns to the waterfall, the grass in Jiangcun wants to drift

《New Year' Day》

Text/Cold Rose

The cow returns to the crane dance to wish for a new life, and the rat goes to the dragon to fly and the drum sounds.

Ribbon-cutting candle blossom bottle wine day, wearing incense song night glory.

The spring cold closes to the evening door, and Larui frightens the wind and drinks.

Happy words and words of the past, Yingfeng ten thousand households full of capital.

"Reminiscence of Jiangnan Idle Night Appreciation winter Qing"

Text/Cold Rose

Plum blossoms, light snow with clouds.

The lights and shadows illuminate the windows without moving, and the streamers drift into many emotions.

Enjoy the winter breeze at night.

"Spring"

Text/Cold Rose

The east wind prayed for rain and cold branches, and moved to the full courtyard of the Sun Ying Gate.

The three rivers are colored overnight, and the thousands of mountains and miles are also in season.

Push the window and see the smoke waves, walk the pen at the beginning of the yearless gallop.

When the yellow oriole cries early, the winter residue fades to the crisp.

"Seven Absolute Spring Blossoms"

Text/Small bridge flowing water

When the morning dawn east wind urges dreams, the mimosa apricot blossoms show off their demon posture.

The branches are singing with excitement, and the spring is happy to let me know.

"Chinese New Year's Eve"

Text/Everest

The origami has nowhere to send letters, and it is left to the tiredness of the years.

Labor and spring and autumn march dreams far away, only one dream is Jiangnan.

"The Rose in the Snow in the North"

Text/Mu Xun

Xiao Lou crescent moon on Hu Di, idle wipe red makeup lightly smear xia.

A cold and proud snow, the ice heart into the non-withering flower.

"Drink the Fire Order and Receive the New Year"

Text/Bin Bin (Henan Civil Rights)

Keep the new purple qi east.

Thousands of homes are lit up to celebrate the New Year.

Pray for the joy of the family and the firecrackers reflect the sky.

One night in front of the lamp, accompanied by the altar.

Fu ru the East Sea drunk cold winter.

Happy New Year, happy old clock.

Happy to receive auspicious stars, blessings full of red.

"Early Spring"

Text/Star not Star

To know the burning willow warm wind smoke, the most is whispering swallow diligently.

Nesting under the eaves to chase dreams, spring light and early cultivation.

"Seven Laws, The First Day of Climbing the Mountain"

Text/East Side

The banks of Bao'en Pagoda overlook the Yangtze River, and hundreds of boats compete for years and years.

The north-south high-altitude railway, the east-west crisscrossing rice fishing barn.

The thousand-year-old monument is still there, and the name of the ten years of merit was hidden in the past.

The solid wooden trestle is lying on the peak ridge, and the steppers are like locusts.

"Spring Thoughts"

Text/Spring and Autumn

Peach blossom He self-reflection of the waves, human face spring makeup sitting on the shore song.

The steep east wind is difficult to comfort me, and there are many feelings in the past.

"Frost Sky Dawn Corner Jiaoshan Tour"

Text/East Side

The aircraft ferry crosses. Jiaoshan River dwelling.

Mountain path curved mirror, Ten Thousand Pagodas, the top of the mountain.

mist. Merry vomited. Fragrant bee dance.

Pilgrim temple candle fire, the garden in the gui, shade road.

Rain

Text/East Side

Wind and Wan Jingming, rain run Liu Yanying.

Ice dissolved plum fragrant far away, yingge colorful city.

"Picking Mulberries, Rainy Weathertime Reverie"

Text/East Side

The east wind carries warm reed buds tender, and the willow color is newly cut.

Merry blushed. Duck play pond spring is coming again.

The old song of the piano flow is a morning dream, and the sun sets on the window sill.

Leaf fall green steps. Broken acacia rose in love.

"Butterfly Love Flower / Spring Is Still Shallow"

Text/East Side

It is still warm and cold and the spring is still shallow. Willow new face, afternoon people lazy.

The festive atmosphere is not far away. Family gatherings are short.

The bridgehead of the boardwalk is a folding umbrella. The white magnolia opens, and the tea girl sings softly.

Old friend Linlou tea half a cup. The hundred flowers are fascinating to the eye.

"Drinking Spring Song"

Text/Juning

Full of clear snow outside a thousand mountains, half an acre of Fanghe dream of the same.

Only the spring breeze can dissolve the drink, and the willow flowers are dipped in water and fall into the silver cup.

"Waves and Sands, Remembering Heroes"

Text/Everest

Wanli Shu Xi'an. Snowy Cui Wei.

The Jade Dragon pan spits wind and thunder.

Plain wrapped in silver in the western cold, iron horse steel helmet.

Beacon with military insignia. The horn sounded.

How many people returned from the smoke?

Protect me China is afraid of death, and vows to die as if it were a homecoming.

"Painting Hall Spring / Chance Encounter with Beauty"

Text/East Side

The wind and sun are warm and spring. There are bees quietly kissing plum lips.

Early warblers fly frequently on the branches. Willow spit new.

Upstairs, leaning quietly on the railing, smiling at the peaks and clouds.

Stroll leisurely into the chai gate. Meet beautiful people by chance.

"Drinking Fire Order"

Text/Bin Bin (Henan Civil Rights)

The sun and moon are clear and high, and the thousand autumns look at the wild wind.

The green shade shades the sun and the sky.

The inheritance of the present and the ancient is continuous, and the incense is abundant.

Ya yun remains for eternity, and the hall is purple and east.

Smoke and rain at the gate of the house are in the heart.

More joyful, more joyful

Prefer the left neighbor with the right, singing the wine in autumn and winter.

Partridge Days, Jiangnan March

Text/East Side

The warblers outside the curtain have been replendent. The Shenzhou epidemic has changed its face.

Plum blossom yellow buds are fragrant, apricot pregnant red buds are colorful.

Bees are drunk dancing, butterflies are crazy. The willows on the lake embankment smell.

Looking at the scenery of Jiangnan in March, I love the green wine village of the mountains and forests.

"Partridge Heaven, Smelling the Chrysanthemums of the Ancient Mountain, Just Remember When I Was Young, And I Can't Return After Many Years"

Text/Li Jiarong (Liu Qin)

The water is clear and drunk, and the crab is just fattening.

Every time I see the yellow leaves fall in autumn, everything goes against the grain when it comes into red dust.

Light world affairs, rest in mind, after all, the passenger tour is not as good as home.

The old mountain has a yellow flower, and advises me to be diligent and not to let it go.

"Seven Laws: Searching for Spring in February"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

In February, looking for spring, the east wind and rain are clear.

Plum heart butterfly powder is often eventful, and the willow shadow moth has a full eyebrow.

Wanli Qingxiang River water show, lone peak cold and distant mountains Ying.

Yu Hua Lai is a divine will, hating the end of the world and holding a grudge.

"Seven Laws : Solo Mountaineering"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

Birds across the lonely peaks and think of the distant forest, and the three springs are lonely.

The milky way of the passing water is cold, and the sad wind of the treasure moon surrounds the xiaoyin.

There are only guests in the clouds of the four seas, and the iron stones of the spirits gradually turn into gold.

Frequent plague disease is still crazy, independent climbing and waiting for the sound.

"Seven Laws: Watching the Peach Blossoms of The Wooden Pots in February"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

The emptiness is rich and stable, and it is not waiting for the deep palace to know the wooden basin.

The leaves are full of heavenly conditions, and the cold branches are like a soul.

The wandering bees are far from envious, and the milk swallows are frequently unsettled.

The most joyful and unashamed, far-reaching words as famous.

"Seven Laws of Mountain City Looking at plums"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

Yesterday, everything went against the grain in the garden, and I saw the tears and dreamed of flying first.

Plum blossoms fall off the lights cold, phoenix birds sleep three nights far away from the trees.

In the old days, the mountains and rivers had love, and now the grass and trees have no power.

The wreckage is soaked with xiao xiao rain, who will protect the thin clothes when drunk?

"Seven Laws : Morning Tour to Xinjiang Village"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

Before the rain falls and the spring returns to the waterfall, the grass in Jiangcun is ready to drift.

Flowers and birds out of the bridge head moon, willow outside the clouds born of water smoke.

The ancient temple of the children of the tree, the hot spring of the ancient qu in the boat.

The heart glow is full of immortal postures, and Mo Qingluo's skirt is proud of Jinmian.

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