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[Qilu poet] Zhang Dongrenyin's March poetry note

[Qilu poet] Zhang Dongrenyin's March poetry note

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Zhang Dong Nong Yin March poetry note

[Qilu poet] Zhang Dongrenyin's March poetry note
[Qilu poet] Zhang Dongrenyin's March poetry note

About the Author

Zhang Dong, a member of the Chinese Writers Association, a member of the Chinese Poetry Society, a standing director of the Shandong Poetry Society, the vice chairman of the Dezhou Writers Association, and the second outstanding poet of Shandong Province.

[Qilu poet] Zhang Dongrenyin's March poetry note

Listen to the rain

Spring rain rustles, and the farmers are still running flowers.

Pop music is good, this song is even more exaggerated.

Small flowers on the stone

The wind blows a seed, and the stone gap falls who knows.

On the day of the blossoming of the flowers in March, the pavilion stretches out.

Nong Yin Qingming

In a flash of clear rain, the rustle dripped to the heart.

Hometown is not accessible, and tears are deeply felt.

Get lost

Walk to the peach orchard in the morning, and count the flowers and branches and birds.

I can't find it at dusk, and I get lost and lie in the shadows.

lakefront

Evening walking wicker hairpin, fireworks moon three.

Far away can not swim, the lakeside to do Jiangnan.

About flowers

Begonias bloom in front of the building, and the night moon reflects red makeup.

Blossom the soul of the flower, the sweet fragrance sprinkles the dreamland.

In the rain

If it rains on a rainy day, the small vegetables stretch their waists.

The new shoots are wet and green, and the appearance is delicate.

Rain Ji

Yangchun has good rain, Tian Runli farmhouse.

Thank you for the ordinary, there is no need to mourn the flowers.

Visit the village

The building lives in a farmhouse, and the street is luxurious.

The lawn is green with cherry blossoms under the door.

There is mail

Ask Ru a few sentimental, lie flat and talk endlessly.

Serve yourself on the head and try to play the globe.

The neighborhood is secluded

Come to the lake in the evening, calm and fresh.

Tianshui double bright moon, soft light caressed my body.

On the creek

Watch the flowing water by the grass, and the turbulence waves bloom white flowers.

The scales leap and the birds crow.

East Hedge

The vegetable seedlings are half a foot long, dripping green through the spring light.

The wind seduces the group to dance lightly, and the flowers are scattered.

[Qilu poet] Zhang Dongrenyin's March poetry note

Step on the spring

The east wind is shining and the sun is making, and every grass and flower report occurs.

People walk in Fangyuan and open up many good moods.

East Hedge

Fertilize and water the vegetables, and splash mud without paying attention to the body.

Neighboring trees flew in to flower magpies, scratching their heads and tails and laughing.

See the flowers in the rain

Yan red pink white to spring, cold rain oblique wind try to cut.

Paying attention to the flowers and flowers, three or three two fell on the shoulders.

kite

Thin paper power should be the wings of the wings, and the wind will lead to the clouds.

Who knows that the first line holds hands, and the same bird rushes to fly in vain.

In the forest

In the spring of March, flowers, birds, grasses and insects are cute.

In the evening, the garden stands in a strange way, and a few immortals are tempting to listen.

Return

When the descendants of the clan relatives saw the gong, their hearts beat and their faces turned red.

Nan Kexiu said that he was old and returned to be a naughty boy.

Serve vegetables

Plant green seedlings with green shoots, and water them in a balanced and moderate pot.

Shusheng stretched out his hand and smiled, this bend is not that bend.

[Qilu poet] Zhang Dongrenyin's March poetry note

Homesteading

Watch the world on the screen, and the small garden is fresh.

Zen enlightenment tea three ways, Xinglai poems a note.

Exploring the spring flowers is just right, and the fight against the epidemic is frequent.

Relatives and friends often talk to each other, and the fish is not forgotten.

Leave blank

Life should be left blank, and the window of the heart should be opened.

Fresh air injection, warm daylight cut.

Love to chase the crane, practice than snow plum.

Floating names and vulgarity, uninstallation does not have to come.

The outskirts of the village

After noon out of the east of the city, the outskirts of the village seem to be in the painting.

The wheat fields are green, and the peach beds are half red.

Ducks play clear stream water, warblers cry smoke willow bushes.

Crab leaf hides a tree, sitting on a fisherman.

I was pleased to hear that the Shenzhou thirteenth group successfully returned to fushi to congratulate

Spring nights are sleepless, and the moon is empty.

The wind swayed, and the flowers bloomed dark incense cages.

Associated with mythology, love Mu Jiexiong.

Samsung returned to the motherland, and congratulated the special merits.

Peach Blossom Wood

That day, the day went to sijing, like an outsider.

When the incense is fragrant, it is leaning forward, and the secluded place is wandering around.

Flowers are clustered cui lang noodles, hedge hidden pottery ling body.

The bee buzzing warbler whispered, triumphant.

Beekeepers

Flowers are home, and the four seasons go to the end of the world.

Accommodation is near the forest, and the cooking field is diagonal.

Honey alcohol income is good, the road is far away from the luxury.

Love the bee buzzing, pleasant dream Ruoye.

Valley rain

The rain is abundant, and the outskirts of the village are fascinated.

Cherry blossoms are red brewing garden, and Mai Xiu is green.

The boat crosses the Peach Blossom Ferry and drives through the Willow Causeway.

Fresh vegetables are newly listed, and the fragrance is so fragrant that the warblers cry.

Locust forest

Huai Lin Chun did not count, and he fell in love with every care.

The wooden house is old and the moss edge is deep.

Fragrant snow in the bushes, birds on the branches chanting.

The old tree still knows me, and the falling flowers are thrown all over the placket.

[Qilu poet] Zhang Dongrenyin's March poetry note

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