Selected poems| Spirits will always exist in the head of pegasus, and the spring breeze will make me feel commotion

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Text/North Sheep

Ershun's life has come to an end, and the old dream of red dust has no demand.

The shape is only accompanied by poetry, and it is not worried about the infestation and dyeing the white head.

"Spring In the Farmhouse"

Text/Spring and Autumn

In the courtyard, the spring pressure diameter is low, and the green and green leeks are formed.

The returner sighed at the late flower tree, and the red apricot wall chanted the old question.

"Village Apricot"

Text/Spring and Autumn

Rouge powder explores the wall, and the north and south neighbors return to the fans.

Since the apricot blossom is infinite, a branch is like a willow yin west.

"Tang Duoling Spring Just Right"

Text/East Side

Willow tender smoke. Huanghua suburban Yan. Attract bees and fly with butterflies.

The wind clears the waves of koi, spring is just right, a hundred flowers fresh.

Twilight and night. Sleepless. Old songs, holding hands for a thousand years.

The new tea on the fire is overflowing, and the court sits in front of the court and waits for the king's words.

《Flat Vegetable Flower》

Text/Spring and Autumn

In February, the spring breeze is particularly busy, and the cauliflower in Jiangnan and Jiangbei is yellow.

When drunk in leisure, looking at the window is also a piece of incense in the farmhouse.

"The Second Scene of the First Two Months of February"

Text/Star not Star

Full of east wind to send rain, roller blinds closed on the platform.

The green mountains and green water floated away, and a tree of peach blossoms was eye-catching.

"Like a Dream, Thinking of the Past"

Text/East Side

Trails to explore the willows. Take a leisurely walk to visit friends.

The wind sends tulips strong, and a red dust chant is played.

Think old. Think old. Flowers fall silently thin.

The Seven Absolutes. Drunken Spring》

Text/Small bridge flowing water

The green willows caress the shallow stream, and the butterflies and birds between the flowers cry happily.

Who with a pen on a thousand ink, undercut lightly depicts grass and wood.

"Seven Absolute Spring Tours"

Text/Yang Zhaobin - Xinya

The green willows and green mountains reflect the green river, and the bees fly butterflies dance in love with Jiaoyang.

The golden flowers make tourists drunk, and the breeze sends wheat fragrance.

"Full Moon, Brewed Flower Weather East Wind Warm"

Text/Lee Ka Wing

Brewing flower weather warm east wind, look back at the old time.

At that time, laughing, flowers before the moon, hand in hand wandering.

Blue clouds and spring dreams, Ping traces and waves, come and go impermanently.

The peach blossoms are flourishing, and they revisit their hometown, unlike Liu Lang.

"Like a Dream Makes the Distant Mountains Picturesque at Dusk"

Text/Lee Ka Wing

The distant mountains at dusk are picturesque, and the remnants of the photos are half cast in the window.

Loneliness turns into amusement, telling me how to catalyze.

Under the flowers, under the flowers, under the hatred of the wine glass heavy.

"Yu Meiren Dream Breaker"

Text/Lee Ka Wing

The crows startled Hua Xu's dream, and Jinser flowered in front of him.

I don't know how to dream hard after the farewell, and the remnant moon is leaning on the dry alone.

Zhu Yanjing had to change his mind and was full of sorrow in the coral sea.

Xiaolai's courtyard is half red, and the past of the past is empty for decades.

"Like a Dream Orders The Yang Flowers Outside the Building Drift Snow"

Text/Lee Ka Wing

Outside the building, the poplar flowers drift snow, and the sky is a hook and a remnant moon.

The wind is cold, where is the flute sounding poignant?

Choking, choking, looking at a river of smoke.

"Dotted Lips, Water Trimming"

Text/Lee Ka Wing

Winding around the water, the breeze is sunny and the spring waves are clear.

On the fishing river, the ancient tune is sung leisurely.

Sunset returns to the boat and crosses the Pinghua Swing.

Greedy and lavish, and selling clear brew, drunk as crazy.

"Seven Absolutes: Reading the Poems of Some Of today's Great Poets in The Poetry World"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

The water mirror is scattered in the sky, and the fluttering silk knot rhymes lightly.

There has never been a good sentence in the world, and yanwa kantu is the world's name.

"Seven Absolutes: Reading Jia Qianqian's Poems and Poems"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

Qingshan Wanling is naturally clear, and the door of the Jade Palace may not be edged.

The Chinese interpretation of the guest poem, the lotus lamp in the bullpen mirror.

"Seven Absolutes, Continued Reading of Jia Qianqian's Poems with Enlightenment Poems"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

(i)

Milk Swallow Mountain did not understand spring, and the green lantern was a bell interpreter.

Why should you fall on the side of the deep palace, do not use flower fertilizer to nourish the dust.

(ii)

The crane led the spring to the purple mo, and the wind blew and the sun set for thousands of years.

Drifting away does not have to cover the horse with clouds, and sighs that red dust sends the old bird.

Two Poems of the Seven Laws and Half-World Inscriptions

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

(i)

He has been buying wine for more than 20 years, and he has been laughing at the rivers and lakes as a scattered immortal.

The outside world is unintentionally shocked, and the clouds are not happy to live in heaven.

Beautiful people love to read hurtful gifts, and drunks are ashamed to live in the matter.

The spirit has always existed on the pegasus head, and the spring breeze has made me feel commotion.

(ii)

In this life, I have been drunk for many years, and I laughed goodbye to the rivers and lakes as a fairy.

The years are infinitely sad and future generations, and the wind and clouds do not count les xian.

The beauty of the old lamp in front of the endowment, the hero of the new pillow on the first part.

The purple qi has been around for eternity, and the poets have sent me to float away.

"Seven Laws and Ten Years of Poetry"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

It is often said that the ink sea is the same as the wind and rain, and the human feelings of ten years are half sad.

Grass and trees Ronghua more on the moon, the gods and immortals are lonely and less inscribed poems.

Si Xian Pin Festival Piano Book Praise, reminiscence of the old hero Bird Bird Chi.

Yan Yuan has never known the cold of the north, and the spring return to the road is kan?

"He ShengChao. Autumn Bitterness

Text/Tianya is a tired guest

Thin to feel the west wind evil, the situation is clear and difficult to discuss.

Now it is the time of Yan's return, and the old nest has no key.

More dreams, less life. Sigh the lonely boat drifting.

Afraid of smelling the flowing water and hating to wither, only yellow flowers drink together.

"Monument to the Martyrs of He Shengchao Gurudwara Qiujin"

Text/Tianya is a tired guest

Last night the moon was terrifying, and baocheng Creek was pale.

When Qiu Guangyi asked Jian Hu who was pulling.

The rivers and mountains are reorganized, the heroes are carved in stone, and the poet has no ink.

In the past years, the wind and rain stained the monument, and the travelers to the end of the world were painful.

"He ShengChao, Xishan Guan Dianchi"

Text/Tianya is a tired guest

Xishan Range Rover Spring City Show, asked Dianchi how thin?

Yan Bo hao recalled that year, Ren Yuexing traveled enough.

The world has changed, the country and mountains have long lived, and the east wind is the time.

The first sentence of the long union should be more books, and the merit will be fulfilled.

"He ShengChao, Missing Sister Zhi"

Text/Tianya is a tired guest

Red dust has been parting since ancient times, and the situation is clear and clear.

Pear blossoms scattered their nostalgia and filled the garden with fragrant snow.

The sound is like a sound, and the lovesickness is endless. I remember whimpering.

Now that it is the day of birth, who is kind.

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