Selected poems| White Bird Song wakes up in the spring, and the young man in the red dress laughs is busy

Wing Chun

Text/Yang Zhaobin - Xinya

The rain and spring wind love Hakka, and several heavy fogs around the distant camellia.

I don't know the fine leaves and branches, and the thousand ridges are happy with thousands of flowers.

"Seven Laws of Spring Thought"

Text/East Side

Ice meltwater warms the apricot forest in spring, and the finches rest on the branches of the first half of the moon.

Cleverly borrow the east wind flying butterfly shadow, idle to pick the lamp candle to illuminate the body.

Green silk uprooted alone, white hair homesick to put the wine frequency.

Bamboo huts maotang friends, tree fishing into friends and family.

"Seven Laws of Spring"

Text/Deep Valley Youlan, Lin Er

Drinking spring rhymes with the heart pool, and the swallow language is gentle and foolish.

Ink walks the flower note to frighten dreams, and worries about the bottom of the pen to dye acacia.

Ding-dong still surged in his chest, and the instructions were still in his mind.

Several degrees of intense affection were poured, and three thousand weak waters converged into poetry.

"Idle Chant"

Text/Spring and Autumn

Saibei Qionghua is tired, and the east wind is far away from the song.

Imitation mei fei plum state, makeup willow under the silver ke.

The fluttering tree is suspicious of frost, and the pressure of the branches is frightening.

Yang Chun still hasn't sung, has the snow passed first?

"Seven Absolute Tea Mountain Songs"

Text/Small bridge flowing water

The smoke and rain are hazy and the green yarn, awakening the earth to show its beauty.

At the song place on the leisurely ridge, the three or two village girls were busy picking tea.

"Spring Hope"

Text/Zhang Jianping

Mountains full of birds fighting for spring, a tree of pear blossoms shaking snow wind.

Miao Miao unprovoked pine cypress hope, Yin Yin can learn Li Taofeng.

"Crossing the Gorge"

Text/Li Jiarong (Liu Qin)

Smelling the wind, I felt the ape crying, and the deceased flew like an arrow.

The sound and thunder of the gorge river stirred, and the shadows of the Tianshan Mountains were faint.

Suddenly frightened gray hair has been obtained for many years, ridiculous red dust is against everything.

Straight out of the gate further east, several boat flutes to make the morning sun.

"Licorice Seeds: Don't Leave the Ancient Meaning"

Text/Lee Ka Wing

The tide is rising. The shore is lost for days, and the water is still and there are no winds and waves.

There is no return to the boat, hate lock on the peak of the eyebrows.

Since then, "Yang Guan" has been re-sung.

Afraid of day by day, Jiang lou gazes.

The sunset smoke is appreciated by everyone. It's hard to tell.

"Lotus Leaf Cup Qianying Dance Graceful"

Text/Lee Ka Wing

Qianying dances elegantly, elegantly, and sings drunkenly.

Later met Hibiscus Flower Road, Yi Laugh, can fall into the city.

"Like a Dream Order, All Day Long upstairs"

Text/Lee Ka Wing

All day long on the railing, you should hate not to think.

The smoke outside the sill is thick at night, and the falling light is sad.

Gaze, gaze, but there is a miserable court.

"Jiang Chengzi Bamboo Fence Outer Wicker Light"

Text/Lee Ka Wing

The willow outside the bamboo fence is light, full of water, and nearly clear.

The ground was red, zero in the rain last night.

The independent courtyard is empty and lonely, obliquely illuminated, and condensed.

"More Leaky Leaning on the Railing"

Text/Lee Ka Wing

Leaning on the railing, chasing the past, turning over but no good thoughts.

Scramble, near dusk, crying for a broken soul.

Three more nights, will be sad to write, more sad and difficult to stop.

Word by word, line by line, several times people broke their intestines.

"Pai Lu And Homecoming Freehand"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

The rain fell all over the mountain, and the branches were low to protect the guests.

Return to the heart to beckon the wings of the birds, cover the sniffles and whisk the clouds.

Want to talk nostalgic old, with sideburns.

The breeze is strong, and the young bamboo is majestic.

The wine is cheerful, and the new poems are drunk and inky.

Long songs by the moonlight, short dances open spring clothes.

The tao is natural and wonderful, and life has a turnaround.

"Rhythm and Writing Love"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

I am busy looking for love and reminiscing, and I don't know my hometown.

The rain beats the Wynn language, and the clouds come to admire the intestines.

The wind blows the mountains and wears snow, and the moon dyes water and melts makeup.

Dao Jing Pavilion is empty, and the bag is shy.

Because of the thoughts of the heart, the situation is against the bamboo side room.

Xiao green is a little wine, and spring red turns into a faint.

Three cups of Kuang outside the world, written in a dreamless way.

"Seven Laws of the Fisherman"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

Qing Song is a mighty hill, and the past is a long journey.

Sighing the spring breeze to shock the war horse, returning to the sunset to sign the gulls.

For a living, the dancing is sincere, and the Jishi stops the cup like a cow.

And Xi Fanghua greeted him, and Haoxiong was not afraid of black clouds.

"Seven Laws: Sitting Alone"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

The cold spring sat alone to make the heart frightened, and the rain and dew climbed the stairs happily.

Wanli Red Incense pities Mengze, and Chihiro is drunk and happy to see people.'

The east wind turns the river and the moon everywhere, and the night air comes to shake the passengers.

Old and sick when the song is outside the world, Qiankun does not waste hardships and urge cultivation.

"Seven Laws: The Nation's Soldiers Who Have Gifts to Fight the Epidemic"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

Bi Shicheng's white hair is thin, and the journey is shaking.

The inexhaustible magic hand heroic spirit, the immortal breeze will be handsome.

Therefore, the traces can be suspended late, and the good day is even more out of the cold clothes.

Loyal souls are not afraid of vicissitudes, and they are most happy and laugh.

"Seven Laws of The Soul of the Rising Sun"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

Heavy snow is flying strong and strong, and the soul is aspiring as the sunset red.

The rain and dew flowers are exhausted, and the stars and shadows are the same.

Several times chased after the guests, can carry dreams and Junfeng.

For the rest of his life, he only wished that his heart would not be tired, but he would like to worship the world.

"Seven Laws, Gengzi Year, Lyric Spring"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

The beauty leans on the pavilion lining the chinese clothes, and the grass and trees float and sink the leaves are crazy.

The white bird song wakes up in the spring, and the red-robed laughing teenager is busy.

The garden sighed feiyun Han, and the swallow bird chased after Lu Jinzhang.

The wine is cooked to the feast, and the nostalgia is like water.

"He Sheng Chao · Under-title"

Text/Tianya is a tired guest

A lifetime of obsession with three lives of suffering, ask the heavens why.

A few glasses of village wine, a few sorrows, and countless reds.

There is no trace of spring, no one can live, and there is no word for hate.

I know that she is also in the full moon, looking into the depths of the world.

"He Sheng Chao Deng Xi'an Bell and Drum Tower"

Text/Tianya is a tired guest

The lights are red and green in Chang'an City, singing high Tang Dynasty gorgeous.

Eguan Bo paced the fence and asked what the taste of hatred was.

Spiritual nation, poetry official, laughing frontier ignorance.

Hu Er was against the sun, and blamed the lychee concubine.

"He ShengChao. Tanabata

Text/Tianya is a tired guest

There is a good night left in the year, ask what caged bird.

The golden wind and silver dew ferry immortals, Ren Yuhe is faint.

Sweet grapes, dancing on the swing, open spring embrace.

Lovers such as only a short encounter, sigh life is easy to grow old!

"He ShengChao. Untitled》

Text/Tianya is a tired guest

Orchestra into the ear three meal wine, singing spring breeze willow.

Neon dreams of people, even if they wake up.

The sages and grandchildren are old, the famous women are prominent, and there is no shame in the rivers and lakes.

The Six Dynasties originally did not understand Chang'an, and the walls of the city were thick.

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