Selected poems| long wind chasing the shadow dance, the hometown has seen the white cloud love early

"Spring Snow"

Text/Spring and Autumn

Although the festival is full of rain and snow, it is not heard that it has returned to spring.

Tonight whoever flies the jade flute, plum blossoms are everywhere thinking about the king.

Partridge Days, March Face

Text/East Side

Grass long warbler fly March face. Give the king the partridge heaven.

Mountain peach pink bee drunk, fine water sparkling koi joy.

Flowers are like brocade, willows are like smoke. The words on the boat are lingering.

Dongfeng borrows people lazy, half a cup of tea and half a day of leisure.

Partridge Heavenly Edge

Text/East Side

In the mountain apricot forest, there is a spitting out of the mountain apricot forest. Give the partridge heaven to the king.

Thousands of silk willows jump, 10,000 acres of yellow flowers attract butterflies.

It is hard to give up, and it is difficult to be righteous. The Taurus begins with a new chapter.

Outside the curtains, a cloud of clouds is a stretch of edge.

"Seven Laws of Shock"

Text/Cold Rose

The geese reported that the sky was blue under the thunder, and the cattle ploughed the old land to break the winter.

The south flying magpie outside the creek side temple, the north saihong in the forest on the shore.

The grass is like a short day, and the branches are ready to show the breeze.

A thousand mountains through the spring rain overnight, qi sting with the sun chaos hundred insects.

"Early Spring"

Text/Cold Air

How does the east wind mean, and the snow is flying and dancing.

A few piles of smoke on the willow bank, thousands of tender fishing clear waves.

"Lang Tao Sha Ling, Spring Appreciation and Ting Xing"

Text/Cold Air

Visit Xiao Tingdong and quietly change your makeup.

Peach cheek cherry face competition east wind. How many spring lights are difficult to tell, thousands of purples and thousands of reds.

Sigh the stem fluttering, the water rushing.

Disturbing a few emotions one after another, leaning alone in the sunset light, sad and heartfelt.

Rain

Text/Zhang Jianping

Two or three flying rain melt winter sequence, count the mountain flowers and laugh at the Buddha.

Yu Yu Dan Xi Lan asked Kou, Mei oblique shallow shadow Willow comb wave.

"Spring Cold"

Text/Zhang Jianping

The wind and rain came cold at night, and the cherry blossoms sprinkled on the jade platform with tears.

There can bee butterflies obsessed with honey road, and Fanghua has left a long doubt.

"Light Spring"

Text/Zhang Jianping

The spring is cold but the cherry blossoms are falling, and the peaches are half spit and half willows.

All things rise and chase warmth, and green cattle plough the land and cultivate the land rain.

"Autumn Solstice"

Text/Lee Ka Wing

The Dou River flows by the Dou River Pavilion, and the drizzle slows down into autumn.

All the world's sorrows and joys are a dream, and the green banana shu rolls up any sorrow.

"Occasional Questions"

Text/Lee Ka Wing

Han Liu's article Li Dushi is still known to the world.

The sun and the moon shine for a thousand years, and the fame is eternal.

"Qing Ping Le Butterfly"

Text/Lee Ka Wing

The shadow between the flowers flew over the top of a thousand flowers.

The splendid spring light is quiet, a pastoral wonderland.

The sky is clear and the pink wings are beginning to bloom, and they are wandering on several branches.

Love takes advantage of the dusk and sunset, and the double beam wishes for the return.

"Eight Six Sons and Qingming"

Text/Lee Ka Wing

Clear again. Tens of millions of flowers fall, and the ends of the earth drift zero.

Looking at the drizzle of the building a few degrees, from time to time the breeze is fragrant, half cloudy and half sunny.

Time flies in horror. Twilight is still the same to people, and the east wind laughs at me amorously.

Counting the pitiful flowers at this time, it can only be sad, it has gone with the wind and rain, and it has also gone with the flowing water.

Who knows the dream broken lamp inn, the soul of the grass long pavilion.

Hate Lou Ting. The willow branches of the West Bridge are greener.

"Don't leave the song with the Bai Liang body"

Text/Lee Ka Wing

The spring breeze cuts the willow silk, and the grass is green every year.

Sending a message to the sage Kong Zhongni, the ancient and modern rivers have passed away like this.

When the smoke is bleak and the sun sets, Mo advises the departed people to drink.

I don't know who the flowers fell because of, and from then on, I hated to look like them.

Yulou Mingyue parted, and Hugh wrote acacia with a pen.

Looking back on the sadness, I feel sad and sad.

"Like a Dream Order, Cold Smoke Outside the Pavilion"

Text/Lee Ka Wing

The cold smoke outside the pavilion and the green stalks on the lake.

The tide enters the wood, and the moon is as bright as yesterday.

Idle, idle, looking back at a garden of flowers.

"Five Laws : Crossing the Huangpu River"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

Yangsheng purple qi wei, Jiang Kuo butterfly flower fertilizer.

The waters are close together, and tourists are enjoying themselves together.

Shaoguang shocked the moon, and the festival sequence returned to the clouds.

A laugh in the wind, a note painted thin clothes.

"Five Laws: Friends on the Bund in Shanghai"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

Green willow paved Huangpu, Qingjiang around Shanghai City.

Tonight the water is gone, and the stay is about inches away.

The tired bird knows the spring, and the flowers smile and are affectionate.

Open he and drunk, he Lanying.

"Seven Laws of Titled Flowers"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

The cold invaded the courtyard early and spent the air, gathering and scattering, floating and sinking for years.

If you want to chase after the green mountains, you must first accompany the spring breeze with the flowing water.

Ying curtain sitting thinking of Xian Lang Xiu, the face is often pregnant with jade female red.

In a song of acacia, Luo Skirt is in the white clouds of music.

"Seven Laws: There Is a Gift to the Villagers on the East Bridge at Night"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

At night, the moon on the East Bridge is thick, and the fog and rain on the riverside are drunk on the branches.

Spring fragrance far away flowers hanging down, birds shadow idle willow boat.

Passenger crossing green silk cloud dance, fish turning brocade waves of green light floating.

Chang'e embraces the charm of the king, and the long song and jade water flow.

"Seven Laws of Gengzi Spring Lyrics"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

Ren Er was hungry and cold like an ancient sorrow, and the fishing song was intended to make the stars flow.

Qingshan Wanli thoughtlessly, and the white crane did not ask for anything.

The sunset sky is complacent, what is the reward for the flower residue in the world?

The human world can pity the tears of heroes, and may spring come to put an end to the epidemic.

"Seven Laws of Beauty"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

The beauty is still thinking of a long journey, and it is full of obsessive praise.

Like a goose looking for jade feathers, like a fish loving the Lord all over the golden flowers.

Xiquan does not visit the clouds, and the wild bamboo sky returns to see the crescent moon.

Several generations of cultivation can bear with themselves, and they are involved with the evening sun.

《Seven Ritsu-Noboru-Noboriyama》

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

Spring comes and the green river village scenery, so Yuxiong Mountain Wakaki Ying.

The top is floating and the deep forest is vast.

Feiquan is like about Fang Zixiu, and Gyokuro is endlessly far away.

Thousands of miles of long wind chasing shadow dance, nostalgia early to see the white cloud love.

"North Korea. Old House》

Text/Tianya is a tired guest

Late return to the hometown people, wounded and erected at dusk.

The courtyard is three points of decay, and the lintel has several moss marks.

The river wind is too cold, the forest smoke is difficult to disperse, and the youth is reminiscent.

The wine monster poet is old, and the poem is rootless.

"North Korea. Send to Wuhan》

Text/Tianya is a tired guest

Many winds and rains have passed through the West Building, and Whether they know whether it is worrying or not.

The trees are full of flowers with tears, and the smoke cage is stopped in the water.

Stars are frightened, words fill in the past, and turbid wine is difficult to pay.

The good times because who looked back, the Yi people stared at me.

"North Korea. Autumn Sense》

Text/Tianya is a tired guest

Sleepless tossing and turning pillow autumn cool, showers knocking on the window.

The people on the side are old, and the balcony swallows return to their hometown.

The green shirt has not changed, the madness is still there, and he is drunk and injured.

Under the words, the tiger looks at it, and the flowers in the garden are yellow.

"North Korea. Climb the Nameless Mountain

Text/Tianya is a tired guest

The green mountains and green partridges smelled, and there was not a single tourist.

Fragrant broken osmanthus flower shyness, Huang Yu Xiaoju spirit.

Standing winter critical, light smoke weaving grass, shallow water to help the village.

It is difficult to send eyes to look at, and it is exactly dusk when watching.

"North Korea. Chrysanthemum in the Mist

Text/Tianya is a tired guest

Like smoke and rain, the white dew shines pearls.

But see the red and yellow shades, who knows the cold morning and evening.

Perched branches with their heads held high, pinched their hair, and condensed incense with jade fingers.

The smile is still hidden, and the fragrance is hidden.

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!