Qingxi Poetry Society, here waiting for you a poem
People of Qingxi New District who love life
All love this land
There are mountains here
There are seas and temples, and there are customs and history
A season of poetry has quietly arrived
In Qingdao West Coast New Area
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Spring trip nostalgic
(i)
A thousand mountains of ink dyeing the sun is fresh, and the willows are green and peachy and red in the spring.
He does not envy the official ministry of the temple, and only wishes to be an idle person in seclusion.
(ii)
Thousands of mountains and trees change new makeup, and I go to my hometown with spring breeze.
Fragrant and full of sleeves overflowing, poetry cut out good times.
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The old god of the country donkey I rode backwards, through the village to visit friends to find new words.
The sun is early in the spring, a tree of red flowers and a tree of poetry.
Spring fishing
I stepped on a leaf boat in the spring breeze and borrowed the crescent moon as a fish hook.
The stringless North Sea harp sounds beautiful, just like the note calling the letter gull.
Take care of the vegetable garden puppet book
Busy in the vegetable garden on weekends, the spring breeze is drunk in the hometown.
Happy tasting tea cloud living matters, Burrow piano books overflowing with ink fragrance.
I went back to my hometown after work to express my feelings
Take a break to visit the spring in the hometown and sow seeds in the vegetable fields.
At sunset, leisurely return to the grass hut, sip tea and sit still to learn meditation.
Night shift lyrical
Hua Lantern at the beginning of the tens of thousands of families, unconsciously shifted and lyrical.
I hope to retire to a hidden place and plant peaches and grind stones to cultivate.
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Savor the quiet tea of life, and sing the years on the Slanting Sun Road.
Leisurely hut idle, a childlike heart to appreciate the sunset.
Qingming Festival has a feeling
During the Qingming Dynasty, there is a good spring, and the peach and plum branches look like noble concubines.
New Yannan came to look for the old lord, and the homesick wanderer Dai Xinggui returned.
Xianju
The bamboo house by the stream celebrates spring and autumn, and the sound of piano music calls out white gulls.
Toast to the moon and chant drunk, Yunju Wonderland is not worried.
Author/Ma Jisheng
Introduction: A member of the Hwangdo Qingxi Poetry Society.
Recitation/Li Xuebing
Introduction: Home in Huangdao. Member of the Shangquan Recitation Society. Chinese teachers and recitation enthusiasts at the Vocational School in the West Coast New Area especially like to recite ancient poems. Willing to record life with sound, engrave beauty, and convey happiness.