A poem
Bright moon night after the rain, three spring peach apricot red.
The dark incense moves with the wind, and the ghost chases the water into the air.
Read history
Since Yan Liu did not, the pen and ink broke the wind.
It wasn't until Cai Junmo that he was ashamed.
A laughing poem
Look at the flowers to write poetry, the aroma overflows with ten fingers.
Speaking and not believing, only words know.
A poem
The small window lights extinguish people sleep early, toss and turn the window moon.
Cloak push curtain thousands of dark, garden flowers and tree shadow screen.
memory
People are lazy to live up to the peach apricot red, one petal and one bud self-amorous.
Dreaming of the night for no reason, just like in the light rain of last year.
memory
The flower tree slightly exposed its pink arms, causing the petals to fall into chaos.
Deliberately ask the bee butterfly generation which one took in the jade trace.
Spring flowers
Safflower in the rain, delicate drip, how to withstand the cold of early spring!
Cut the white cloud clothes, send Qingqing, one for each person!
Send a friend a song
The day is sloping west and the mountains are dark, and the clouds fly lonely where to go?
Every year the peach apricot blossoms a little rain, and the years of acacia are at the end of the world.
Give yourself
There are no good or evil thoughts in my chest, and I have returned my original heart.
Behind him, he sacrificed his body to comfort the mountains and forests.
A small poem
The three autumn leaves have fallen, and the cold branches are thin and the palace people are.
Accompanied by the shadow outside the window, the jade hook is only a trace.
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Qingjia Phalaenopsis orchid, a fangyan.
The petals are clean and rouge, and Rui is clean and lonely.
Deep in the bee butterfly far away, secluded and vulgar.
Night and night to the remnant moon, the tent is cold and cold.
April 15
The clouds did not see the mountains far away, and they flew between the heavens and the earth.
Falling into a rain wet grass, delicate flowers new leaf system dew round.
The dressed people stand idly by the pavilion, and the green willow leans on the edge of the pool.
The waves should be soaked in the wind, and the birdsong is still cold.
Boiling tea old sorcery and language, the sky is clear and it is appropriate to plant mulberry fields.
A small poem
The next string and the first string are all good, and the night sky is clear until dawn.
The moth eyebrow platform is lightly swept in front of the platform, and the boat slowly floats in the lake.
Gifts
The worries, hardships, poverty, and indomitable will, willing to be plain and old.
Mulberry ma ploughed the ridge green, and the text was written with rice paper incense.
April 16
People pull fences to wipe the land, and peaches fly red and green.
Looking back at the cold snow on Guanshan Mountain, the flowing clouds and green trees wrinkle the east wind.
Feel it
Anesthesia is not yet painful, let alone out of the soul.
Regardless of the peach blossoms with the flowing water, and the willow dance east wind.
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The old man is easy to grow old, and the disaster is not bad to be kind.
Over time, he has been deeply hated and loved, and he has been the subject of later generations.
Feel it
Nine days of daylight illuminate all things.
Jingyun Dan sandification, flowing clouds into neon.
The four seasons become cold and warm, and the day and night are short and long.
Eternity remains unchanged, and the avenue is known forever.
Remember a poem
From the front of the ancient house and behind the house, order some melons and plant some peas.
The government, on the other hand, let the planting of flowers and grasses in the name of beautifying the poor ravines.
No loofahs and greens, no money to buy frowns.
Since ancient times, leftovers have been fed to pigs and dogs, and the dung soil is strong and green.
Pigs and sheep sell money to supplement the family, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar do not worry.
Nowadays, it is forbidden to breed and cultivate, and the purification environment is first-class.
Fertilizer cultivation costs a lot, and I want to eat meat and meat in shame.
Plough the wheat today and plant fruit trees, and tomorrow cut down the trees to tire the cattle.
Tossing and turning a few acres of land, spring ploughing and autumn sowing are not free.
Children go to the city to study, and no one collects them without a house.
Women accompany square dances, and husbands still sweat and blood.
The old two families were left in the field, and they spent the spring and autumn alone.
Cement Avenue sets in the daytime, and the new building is cold at night.
The past was full of excitement and infinite events, and the smoke clouds of the past have been suspended.
A poem
A tree with broken leaves is green, a half-beach stream flows, and a few people swim in the path.
Ploughing the cattle and mulberry fields, the snow closes the mountains, and the sun and moon go endlessly.
A poem
The spring light has faded with the sun and the moon, and the green leaves and green grass have taken over the sky.
The night of the light rain is half cloudy and low, and the soul is more accompanied by who sleeps.
Feel it
Speechless east wind is overwhelmed, and the flowers and branches are thin and the green leaves are fat.
Amorous is always mistaken by time, sitting idly in a small pavilion and flying mosquitoes.
The nineteenth dream of the 3rd month of the lunar calendar
Where chaos is, the old man is in the middle.
The description is still like this, and the words have not changed.
I love good things in my life, but the house is still extended.
Spring is easy to pass, live every day well.
Give a piece of apricot
The color is red and pink makeup, and the light is plain clothes.
The dew is dripping, pretending to be warm, and leaning into the fence.
Jade bone cool who can be compared, forehead dotted oriole yellow.
Light cold long night, galaxy remnant moon, thin thin window.
Send friends
It is advisable to look at the spring flowers carefully, and remember the petals and hearts.
Long night pen slowly draw, chat to relieve the depression of leisure.
A poem
Fine grass breeze willow bank, clear waves warm day birds soft.
Huang Li also loves peach blossoms well, and the petals are soothing.
A poem
Seek the east wind is not pressing, peach apricot pear blossom rose with.
The flowers are slowly arranged, and the new tea is slowly returned.
A small poem
The night is red and the wind is chaotic.
Never sweep the flowers, not the flower people.
A small poem
Green willows hide yellow birds, and mosses stay red.
The three springs are exhausted, and the snow is still close to the mountain.
Old Li wants peach blossom poetry
A tree of carmine, originally a Yaochi flower.
It is good to be born from a good background, and do not want others to boast about it.
After the drama remembers the wife's dream
A roar in the dream, wake up sighing.
Holding hands and asking what was going on, anger attacked the heart.
Do not listen to the slaves, do things on their own.
Soft words are condensed, and words are relieved of sorrow.
Half a hundred years of life, what can not be seen through.
Two sideburns and half white hair, should be ashamed of the flowers.
Whatever you want, idleness flows with the water.
A little bit of a heart, a smile and rest.
I haven't finished my words, and people are snoring heavily.
A small poem to send friends
Plum blossoms are good, but they are too thin.
Afraid of the wind blowing away, Fang Ling will not end up.
Two tributes to friends
A lifetime of drowning liquor, liquor drunk for a lifetime.
Now driving a crane to go, also drunk in the capital city?
Sixty years of hard work, once to the capital.
Sad three spring trees, light rain together a cry.
New Willow
Soft and timid, more rain and wind.
Lest he go with the wind and transform into a Chu Palace person.
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Meet in the spring breeze and bright moon night, a day is as long as an age.
The silver candle light is the most understanding, and Qianying left a smoke window early.
A small poem
Blue sky and white sun a feather, light rain spring wind orchid demon.
People ask why they changed their avatars, and the reasons for this cannot be recruited.
Clay sculptures in the temple
The clothes are danqing, and it is out of the mud at all.
Earn men and women, spread your arms and crawl.
A small poem
Flowers are cold in March rain, and the wind comes to leave a dark fragrance.
Yu Yan leaned on the lonely pillow, and the light shadow filled the empty bed.
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About the Author:
Dai Xiaoyun, a native of Jingning, Gansu.