Awaji Calamus Selected Poems of Han
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Biography:
Awaji Hengping, poetry number calamus. Male, Japanese. Born on September 21, 1989 in Nara, Japan. Hi poetry. Graduated from Kyoto University in Japan. He began to learn poetry writing in college. In his junior year, his poetry works won the first prize in the Chinese Poetry Competition for students at Nimatsu Gakusha University in Japan. He is currently employed in Shanghai.
On the night of November 25, Chen Qingxi was presented
The new is as good as the old, and the laughter becomes poetry.
The ear heat is shallow and the reflection of the stars shifts.
On the night of November 25th, Taro and AWAJI were given away at the sake house
The poet is lonely and lonely, talking and laughing about the good night.
Gui Yan is small in the twilight sky, and he does not know why he is far away.
To sycamore
Standing plane trees, in front of the window a few degrees of autumn.
The wind leads to the shadows of the leaves, idly waiting for the moonlight to flow.
study
Those who know are not as happy as they are, and reading is like a long time.
Under the trees of the Qunxian Fang, it rhymes to people's homes.
Spring has a feeling
The spring pond is slightly rainy, and the light floating mirror wants to flow.
The east wind blew the pear blossom trees, and the cold tears were much sad.
and Jiang Tianqi
Xiao Feng was powerless to fall into the flower courtyard, and the broken mirror had been obliquely beamed with swallows.
In Chu Yu's depressed dreams, the memories of the unfinished memories were like tears.
White Snake
The grass hut came in the evening and the rain was clear, and the forest was dark and wet and evil.
The ghost suddenly moved suspicious wind, like a sword white snake with red eyes.
Note: Won the first prize in the Japanese Ermatsu Gakusha University Student Chinese Poetry Competition.
Early morning walk on the Bund
Last night, the pavilion was lying in the morning glow, strolling along the river to smell and sell tea.
Looking for the bottom of the deep alley of the pastor, I did not feel that I had reached the Jun's house.
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The southeast shape is better than the ten thousand family harvest, and the Xie nu Tan lang can swim by herself.
Desire Jiuqu is still insufficient, and Wukang is even higher.
Passing through Dazai Tenmangu wanted to take care of the original way
True justice
The Dazai Shrine has a long spring day, and the wind blows the shadows and breaks people's intestines.
Guan Gong once looked up to the sky, and today the plum blossoms are still fragrant.
Watch the flowers at night
The jade feast guest scattered the white river and slowly rolled the beaded curtain in the middle of the night.
The wind sends a fragrant deep courtyard, and the delicate moon shines in a beautiful posture.
Early morning inn rain feeling
The rain is fierce, and the cold wind does not count the spring light.
In the rain, the empty house is dripping, and the berry moss on the stone leaves a cold fragrance.
Autumn nights
Autumn colors come late and the weather is cool, such as hooking the crescent moon hanging in the west hall.
The osmanthus fragrance is full of people, and only Xinfeng sells broken intestines.
Qingming light rain
Qingming light rain wet yellow oriole, powerless willow edge once carried.
Flowers spit old Ying helpless to live, common people spring old water things.
Smell plum blossoms alone in the guest
The spring night painting court is flowing, and the wind blows the lone guest to send Fang Fei.
Dark Incense and the moon were worried, and they were still full of clothes.
Cold spring
The cold spring is not worrying, but the murmur outside the curtain is like autumn.
After a long period of rain, the flowers have faded, and they should follow the flowing water to the West Ditch.
The wine banquet listens to the rain After the first sunny day, there is a feeling
The begonias outside the curtain smell the rain, and the evening breeze is light at the cloud feast.
Silver lanterns and candles are placed on the ground, and the ground is full of red and spring nights.
Title Wukang Road Jiya
Strolling on Wukang Road, no dust and avoiding the mundane.
Leisurely autumn biyu, light chrysanthemum flowers.
The color pen waved thick ink, and the host divided the white tea.
Incense is elegant and rhymes to people's homes.
Prof. Kashiijima
The beauty opens a feast, talks and laughs elegantly.
Floating cup of cloud liquid, cooking dragon drops jade fat.
Calmly clothed and self-wide, ear heat has been pleasant.
What is the reward for friendship, and the good night will be given poetry.
Homesickness
Ascend to the far pole, and the river trees are jagged.
Thin twilight condensed blue, unprovoked shock.
Harboring indifference, envying the old garden pool.
The day of return is in decline, and the eccentric is known.
Yan Hongfei disappeared, and the cold mist hung heavily.
Lin Hei hid the road, and the willow branches were covered at dusk.
Heavenly opportunities are hard to come by, and what is the creation of the Earth.
The scenery is long and long, forgetting what I expect.
Minus magnolia · morning glory
The Milky Way is about to fall, the wind on the edge of the cyan sky is indifferent and the fairy clothes are colored, and the railings are standing in a commanding posture.
Mo jiao rizhao, who treats the morning light with jade appearance? Miserable clouds, far away from the thin life of the world.