Selected poems| Acacia strands of the same cloud scattered, straight down the spring wind to send down the plum

"Spring"

Text/Cold Rose

The sun is blooming, and the east wind is refreshing.

Raw incense obsessive Cui Dai, full of drunken smoke.

Endowed with a long voice, the poem becomes a willow shadow yarn.

The makeup is folded up and the dance sleeves are slanted.

"Like a Dream, Spring Returns to the Geese"

Text/Cold Rose

In February, the spring breeze is like a shear, and the willows are crying on both sides of the strait.

Poetry to the wine, a cluster of smoke lock chaos.

Gui Geese. Gui Geese. Green hair ponders the shores of the lake.

"Spring Snow"

Text/Spring and Autumn

The first day of the east is hidden red clouds, and the spring shade of the west is full of snow.

The moraine birds in the dead pond of the reeds suddenly startled and flew around.

"Drunken Acacia"

Text/Decline

Warm spring breeze. Spring supper. The day slows down.

Outside the long pavilion. Dongfeng Lai. Smile and sip the tea, and drink the plug.

Hindrance, hindrance, hindrance.

Cut off from the intestine. Tear stains are messy. And the red beans are full of acacia.

Lin Hua defeated. Stay red, resign the building, don't go, when to worship each other.

Whoops, whoops, whoops.

"Seven Absolute Spring Rhymes"

Text/East Side

The peach is fragrant and the willow-colored smoke is blind.

In the middle of the night, when the moon is out of the window, the violin rhymes intoxicatingly.

"Seven Laws: Spring Night"

Text/Bitter tea leaves a fragrance

There are a few people who drink wine with books, and borrow trees to blossom and spring.

Pointing out the country and the mountains, the wind and clouds protruded to chase away the smoke and dust.

The open mind comes and goes, and the rich and poor are old and unsuccessful.

Letters and pen graffiti are now ancient, and poor people are no longer young.

"Butterfly Love Flower Acacia"

Text/Lee Ka Wing

The Rhododendrons are gorgeous. It should be crying, dripping a thousand lines of blood.

Love and hate who can say. Profit and loss of the ancient South Lou Yue.

Paper cranes double and tear folds. Twilight goes to the morning, and when the day is spent in love.

The iron tree blossoms without iron. Amorous but human heat.

"Tasha Xing, Spring Cruelty"

Text/Lee Ka Wing

Lost time, falling flowers weather. After all, the spring cripple is sad.

In the grass-colored sunset of the invading city, in the breeze of the willows of the river.

The dream is miserable, and the jade is haggard. Warblers are not allowed to sleep away from the soul.

The painting building is high up in the bar, and the sub-rules cry out in tears.

"Qing Ping Le: Spring Return Time"

Text/Lee Ka Wing

When spring returns, the grass is goose and yellow willow.

Watching the sunset alone for a long time, people and pear blossoms are as thin.

The streamers are jagged in an instant, and the double flying swallows are late.

Even if the willows fly away, the acacia does not decrease.

"Xi Jiang Yue, All over the wild and chaotic blue"

Text/Lee Ka Wing

Everywhere in the wilderness, there are thousands of mountains and mountains.

The waves are calm in small ponds, and there are old fish blowing waves.

The past is withdrawn from the dream, and the sorrow is tucked into the bag.

Turn around and look east at the blue sky, thousands of miles of wind and clouds.

"He Groom, No One Says In the Past"

Text/Lee Ka Wing

No one says anything about the past.

Words from the past, strategizing, Nanyang Zhuge Ge.

The Yangtze River surged high, rolling up thousands of piles of white snow.

Under the red wall, who has a gorgeous hair.

Lufan Scarf Zhou Gongjin, laughing and talking, snubbed the month.

Autumn is getting old and the wind is blowing.

Wars have been indistinguishable since ancient times.

Sighing, heroic and tragic, a few clutches.

The side of the Tongquetai is barren and chaotic, and a generation of Jian'an wind bones.

Ask the Three Kingdoms and who is obsessed.

Fold the sand before the dynasty, let the streamers, and sell the thousand-year-old iron.

Ask chaos, for whom to crack.

"Five Laws of Maoshan Huaigu"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

The morning light is left to stay, and the cranes are on the high hills.

Heron up moss trace road, tong ge lan leaf boat.

The Cangshan Mountains cover their white hair, and the distant water is strong and clear.

Domineering knows Haojie, and the heart is threatening to relieve travel worries.

"Seven Laws of Goldfish Breaking Water steaming crispy rain"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

The song of the model blooms in the waves, and the flowers lie on the ice pile after the snow.

Goldfish cut off water steaming crisp rain, brocade with loose branches pressed jade cup.

Don't ask the soul to be stunning, you must know that tears are also wizards.

Acacia wisps of the same cloud scattered, straight down the spring wind to send down the plum.

"Seven Laws, Beautiful People Like Water and Immortals"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

Fluttering fog and rain stained the bookkeeper, laughing at himself and being poor in the world.

Hao Qi was shocked and cold, and his body suddenly felt Chu Gegong.

Plotting without secrets, forgetting the shadows, and doing his best to understand the Tao Wind.

The snow is bright and fat, and the beauty is like a water fairy.

"Seven Laws of Sprinkling Golden Plum"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

The cold mist rushed two times, and the leaves were dense and green to shade the garden after the rain.

The moon is accompanied by light and proud righteousness, and the smoke is drunk and inviting.

Fangxin is obsessed with admiration, and the powder face is full of gold and joy.

It is customary to see Luo Peixian's dreams broken, and the wings of the geese in the sky forget the morning and dusk.

"Seven Laws: Wanting to Send Lovesickness helpless old"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

The sunlit west window opened quietly, and the dream wandered in vain.

The smoke does not change the spring light near, far away only the purple qi comes.

Want to send lovesickness helpless old, Hugh bullets can not know the talent?

Sincerity is still rejoicing in the heart, is it sad that the world is thin?

"Seven Laws: Untitled"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

Qi Ge smelled the piano like jade smoke, and the screen window looked at the snow in that year.

Dongfeng Yanrui knows the red leaves, and the national color is cold and fragrant.

The Wuxia tide is born across the road, and the Waves of the Chu River beat the moon and follow the strings.

Obsessed with Mo asked the Heavenly Father, the feathered empty doorway is immortal.

"Fixing the Storm and Sending it in Autumn"

Text/Tianya is a tired guest

It is already autumn zero penetrating cool, and the window contains a warm study with moonlight.

The corner insects sounded late at night, lamenting, acacia in Gao Tang.

Half-drunk poetry Qing understood no, looking back. It used to be Lin Lang.

I live in the West Lake willow bank, lakeside, lonely mountain only love snow plum fragrance.

"Huanxi Sand Snowflake"

Text/Tianya is a tired guest

Don't be the Emperor of the Heavenly Palace, dream of spring alone. See the wind in the silence.

A little ice heart condensed into jade, three long-cherished wishes into flowers. Dongjun le has the green world.

"Huan Xi Sha · Go Out Small"

Text/Tianya is a tired guest

Sniff a fragrance for writing new words, drizzle wet clothes. The umbrella helplessly felt desolate.

The flowers are appreciated by the wind, and the clouds are distracted by the water sorrow. There are unusual places where there is no ordinary.

"Huan Xi Sha · Writing Nostalgia"

Text/Tianya is a tired guest

The horse stepped on the wind and frost several degrees of autumn, and traveled south all the way to Tiantou. It is hard to tears to climb the stairs again.

Liye is nothing more than a young dream, but lovesickness is ancient and modern sorrow. Danzhou composer recalls Jingzhou.

"Huan Xi Sha · Early Spring Should Be Relatives about the Mountain Trip"

Text/Tianya is a tired guest

The donkey skinny man tried his body lightly, and he walked to see the innocence. Several pieces have not closed their doors.

The yellow of a raw field is grass, and the water of half a bay is blue and traceless. The workers have left the mountain village.

"Huan Xi Sha Nian Half"

Text/Tianya is a tired guest

After half a year of hurrying, the poems were filled with one hundred and three. Show that most people are not about money.

Sleepy in the world thinking of old friends, drunkenly knocking on the copper plate to sing the sages. Who knows how many nights have not slept.

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!