Li Gefu poetry
Brief introduction:
Li Gefu, a native of Ye County, Henan, currently lives in Sanya, Hainan. Poetry lovers.
Rhythmic poetry
The Year of the Tiger celebrates the New Year
At the end of the year, I smell the money of the month, and the wine scoop is not high tonight.
Tourists and pilgrims are amazed, and the firecrackers are silent.
The sound of the sand field in the corner woke up alone, and Wu Hook slept with the pillow.
The old garden is full of snow, and the new poems are celebrated in the Year of the Tiger.
The snow in the old garden is to remember the deceased
For several years, the world has been divided from north to south, and the dark will timidly abandon Yin Yin.
Poetry into the fresh sending is not due to laziness, robbery to the frequent return to the empty mind.
I should expect that Xue Han can remember me, and I have not tasted the age and did not think about the Jun.
The end of the pen is there for a reason, and only smells itself before the chant is dismissed.
Sense of sending
Don't miss each other endlessly, and accidentally the grass is rambling into a chapter.
The surname has been cast into the military post, and the full merit of Le le is in hanbian.
The amount of wine is due to the length of the confidant, the name of the poem and the official biography.
Moving to the end of the world, a dream of twelve years.
Graduated from Liaodong to Hainan
It is expected that the slight body is invincible to the cold, and the edict is a paper order to listen to the cicadas.
The cloud tower is high and adjacent to The Spring Ridge, and the island is warm and mid-summer.
There is no intention to buy the mountain under the sun, and how much oil money is spent in the middle of the month.
The neighbor really pitied me and planted bamboo fields in front of the door.
Dr. Bu Yang rhymes with current events
The sad intestines did not dare to complain, and they took Wu Hook to work hard.
Look at the wind and moon at all, and take the lead in a few big hairs.
The sneering official theory is still absurd, and the hot discussion of the people's feelings has fled.
The prosperous article is more beautiful, and the sad song is finally recognized as Sancao.
Dr. Yang Weijun Yuan Yu
Whoever allows to lead the way in a hundred years has its own labor in the founding of the country and the state.
Man Dao became a hot blood, extravagant talk about death to Hong Mao.
The merits are still to be settled, and the battle against He Zeng fled.
Raising obscure Tao Guang endured more humiliation, daring to shine the sword only Liu Cao.
Feeling the current events are a hypocrite
It is also known that poets must be poor, and everyone says that they have long feelings.
Stop for a long time to tour the southern country, and frequently dream of the north wind blowing in the old garden.
The sound of the war is fierce from the outside, and the hope is empty in the eyes.
Next year, it will be cast well, pointing to me to whip to Mindong.
Thanks to Lu Xiufu
Su Wen was loyal and mighty, who prayed to the waves all night.
In front of the fierce wind, Hitachi, the sea of the cocoon accompanies the gulls flying.
From rong to mutual covenant of life and death, it is difficult to find armor clothing when wading through the water.
The vast expanse of the eyes is full of fierce waves, and Wang Sun is looking forward to it.
Four songs
One
The sea groaned and fell, and by chance, I was allowed to be thin.
People are idle to drink a glass of wine, and the rain is suddenly sunny in the middle of the road.
There is no need to mourn and hurt the homeland, why not sing in the border city.
Wu Hook patrolled the reef island all day, and finally Li Min knew taiping.
Two
Many words and poems are useless, and Li Duping's life is sad.
You should believe that the pen end can be saved, and you must know that it can be expelled immediately.
The sun sinks to the west island, and the east window is still Feisi.
However, the humor is uneven, and the poor has not yet written the period.
Three
How the end of the world is robbed, the soldiers and horses will pass the battlefield point.
Ten thousand miles of acacia empty memories, ten years of non-waste is a groan.
Idle money complains about the monthly money is less, and the wine debt is gradually losing more poetry debt.
The sea chanted the whip to the east, knowing who listened to my Jingbian song.
Four
Cast the pen name to fill the thin willow room, happy to meet the old Du Zhi Yaotian.
The Southern Fu Han Wen Ce has been issued, intending to refer to the Wei Wu Whip in the east.
As soon as the tigers rose up, the success of the five armies was frequently reported.
Bai Mei Weng wiped her blue eyes to see if Jin Ou lacked a compound circle.
Remembering my grandmother
Paper money fluttered on the Qingming Road, and the grave grass was green and had no waist.
I can't help but steam breakfast in front of the lamp, and worry about the spring tide at the bottom of the spring.
The north and south of the green mountains are long a day, and the yin and yang of the loess are several feet away.
Even though there are people who are comforted by human dreams, they still throw tears like rain.
Twelve rhymes
Twelve rhymes
At that time, the pen was thrown several times, and the military post flew to laugh and sing.
Relatives hear about the multi-colored joy, and the neighbors meet and look at each other.
Wind letters are spread at the end of the east and west alleys, and horse boots are discussed between the north and south.
If you want to listen to the drum to the end of the world, first see the gong from the inside.
The sisters of the resignation family were sent side by side, and the enlisted brothers worked hand in hand.
The group of reefs is shaped and the island is vast and isolated.
Ordinary floating cattle ghosts on the sea, still inhabit the miasma in eastern Fujian.
The long night was always lonely, and Shaohua refused to let it go.
Yi Hao was drunk in a glass, playing a dream.
Go to the north to the hometown door willow, and come to the south to accompany the village snail.
The old people have few reunions, and the new endowments have been strong for a year.
Infinite spring light can not be disappointed, henggeyuan for the old mountains and rivers.
Antique
Recently, the wind and news of the epidemic have risen, and I feel that current affairs are following Liu Suzhou Yun
After several years of looking north and south of the world, the old people are fortunate to be unharmed.
Shocked to hear that Jiangdong robbery is coming again, the village and city buildings are relapsing.
The feeling of falling in the rivers and lakes meets each other, and the poetry intestines move the poetry heart.
By chance, they meet and form a bard alliance, and the amount of wine required for friendship and deep proof.
Several cases in Jiangcheng were suddenly newscast, and the atmosphere of the epidemic in Uchu withered away.
Bystanders went to the Thousand Mountains, during which there were hardships and hardships.
The Song of Sorrow in Suzhou was first initiated, and the sons did not give in.
Look around Ukraine in the early morning and all night long.
Reminiscing about the past from the army's small willow camp, twenty pillows live on the sea.
Years of age on the battlefield, dare to boast of the prestige of the five armies.
In the middle of the night, the dream goes to Taipeng, and the children of the night are colored one by one.
Tianya spring good air new, clean my sad intestines and hide.
Good about next year to be destroyed, two cups of liver and gallbladder release.
Absolutely
Tianya Fengzi False Teacher Thirty Rhymes
One year old, the cold snow is deceitful, and the end of the world is always fang.
In the early morning, I watched the sea people walk early, and the night half knocked the poem spring to sleep late.
The spring wind of the pipe is full of green publications, and it is finally a dream of yellow sorghum.
A thousand peaches have been planted to become faces, and the flower people have been in Nanshan.
The flowers and grasses of the mountains are competing for glory, and the poetry debt is newly repaid and newly owed.
On the first day of the new year, there is no one to take care of, and the north and south are thinking of each other.
Overhearing that there is a stubbornness in self-recommendation, saying that he is a fellow countryman who wants to know Han.
After all, Mr. Pity rises, and the new poem can be read in a volume of praise.
See you at night to update the circle of friends, and the daily view of the seamount scenery.
The cliff state is full of wind and material, and it is only in the evening that it is moored on the ship beach.
Hurriedly asked where to live, the Red Sand Society temporarily lived together.
The rice wine and coconut cups are occasionally poured by themselves, and the white clouds of the day do not know twilight.
Surprised to hear that the perch is in the red sand, it is the home of ping body on the sea.
Look north to Phoenix Ridge, and to the south to pick up a bay of shrimp.
The Burrow Is often self-deprecating, and the old man is a man of good writing and many heroic sentences.
The poetic heart does not follow the east wind, and occasionally the carving insect comforts the loneliness.
The eyebrow sweeper is also very smelly, and Mr. Wuxiang is outstanding.
Although the trip is quiet, the landing is arrogant and every dry cloud.
The wise people are full of treasures, and the Pure Language is pure and thoughtful.
Occupy a place where the famous family sits, and the bottle does not live up to the side of the wine.
The bottom of the vertical and horizontal pen is desolate, and the case is a few lines of shocking poetry.
After knowing the name for two years, the writer finally recognized him as a fellow countryman.
He is already a fellow countryman and has written poetry, and he has been known for three years.
Ever since I knew my name, the altar people said XiangSi.
Three thousand steps between the dwelling places, not the time when they have been proven to be known.
The tall building saw the flock of gulls for the first time, and gladly gathered sentences to form a gift.
It is said that I think more nights and sleep less, and I am old and timid like a cicada.
I will feel that I am earnest, and I do not have to worry about boarding Zhang Ji ship.
At night, wu hooked back to the sea, and gaotang children dreamed of accompanying them.
This autumn, on the day of the old garden, the plum blossoms were cut a foot.
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