Selected poems| dream flowers bloom and taste wine, Nanfei is not a teenager

"Nian Nu Jiao, Soft Silk Fluttering Pavilion"

Text/Tears

Soft silk fluttering, bibo road, willow pile smoke embankment.

Four-water covered bridge, add a picture of a thousand miles of Jiangnan.

Xie Nu Tan Lang, Lan Zhou Swinging, Free Double Flying Swallow.

At the beginning of the cold, the spring is infinite.

Xin envied the young time, willow flowers between the covenant, bright eyes to see each other.

Man dances and sings, walks cheerfully, and often looks at the wind and currents shallowly.

How much does the sun fall? The sills chase away.

Youth is like a dream, and the two loves are difficult to break.

"Another Spring"

Text/Zhang Jianping

The east wind has broken through the spring mountain fog, and the scattered and scattered cuckoos have been dyed.

Songbirds dream through the forest, and the goose yellow trees look at the chinese year.

"Sixteen Characters Order"

Text/Lee Ka Wing

Flowers, Hugh smile away from the water.

Tomorrow, the king is like a remnant.

"Flowers Not Flowers: Parting"

Text/Lee Ka Wing

Crazy, drunk. Grass color blue, poplar flower pendant.

After years of parting more than a few people, their eyes are full of spring breeze and infinite tears.

"Don't Friends"

Text/Lee Ka Wing

The Ten Mile Creek Bridge is regular, and the spring light is rarely parted.

Ji Jun once said that he was afraid of being sad, and Yang Liu Qingqing could not climb the fold.

"Liu Ziqing Gudu People's Home"

Text/Lee Ka Wing

Ancient ferry people's homes, weeping Yang Lane strange, sunset silent.

A song away from the song, half a bag of verses, floating everywhere.

Silently looking back at the long pavilion, the material was several degrees, and the wind blew the grass.

Willows flew everywhere, chaotic square inches, laughing at my sentimentality.

"Willow Youth: A Spring Break"

Text/Lee Ka Wing

In a flash of spring, the rules of the child are miserable, and the willows are flying.

Leaning on the dangerous building, adding more melancholy, the eyes are broken.

Who teaches wax torches to ash. Dark drip, a bunch of acacia.

In twelve o'clock, in ordinary dreams, how much sorrow.

"Seven Absolute And Six Poems of Emura"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

(i)

Climbing the peak to drink the autumn of the deceased, sitting and watching the pine world.

Old age to si nong period drunk, who wine disguise a village stream.

(ii)

The red makeup avenue is colorful, and the green water can be engraved in the stone.

Father and elder Sanqiu took over the agricultural affairs, and often the jade dew planted Shiba field.

(iii)

The stream is full of flying wings, and the thin waves sound like rain.

The old man was happy with the poetry story, and he was deeply worried about the water and Guo Near the township.

(Sichuan)

Flowers bloom rain lane hanging flying spring, trail aromatization up to nine days.

The younger sister danced with the fans, and the breeze said and remembered her childhood.

(5)

Pole eyes ascend to the top of the deliberate search, where the dust whisks the immortal tour.

The green shirt only felt the presence of warmth, and the ancient wood was flowing with anger.

(6)

Jiangcun Jinshui self-cleaning dust, all the way to the wind and smoke horse foot hard.

Dreaming of flowers to taste fine wine, Nanfei is not a teenager.

"Seven Sentences of Searching for Plums"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

(1) Looking for plums

The cold invaded the hometown and asked shan mei, and the snow stream finally fell into the painting.

I like to add dark buds between the branches, and open up quietly all night long.

(2) Former Yellow Bridge Plum Hunt

The snow is shining brightly in the spring, and the ice is draining and the wind is dissipating.

Yu Xiang provoked the sleeve plum to open quietly, and did not feel lost in the tree outside the bridge.

(3) Former Yellow Willow Bank Looking for Plums

Sunny clouds drip on the front of the water, and the shore is full of new looks.

The guest went to Huai XiangMei was already happy, and the shame covered Cui Gai to cover the spring cold.

(4) Gudu Looking for Plums

The cold wind is a stone slope, and in February, I drove to su's home.

Gudu idle clouds spring surge, Merlin everywhere to see a thousand flowers.

(5) Looking for plums in wine

Idle travelers are fragrant, drunk to see the flowers and branches of wine light.

The snow country immortals competed to bloom, born proud of the frost.

(6) Looking for plum meaning

The cold flow stone road knocks on the Mei family, and the lone roots and leaves are covered day by day.

The second opening branch is on the right side, and the fragrance is not a flower in tears.

(7) Looking for plum sighs

The road is full of snow, and the wild water is difficult to go around the shore.

Sick bones should be weak in the wind, plum blossoms are beautiful and call spring return.

"Wind into the Pine , Yue Fei

Text/Tianya is a tired guest

Frequently spread the good news drums to saddle, reorganize the country.

The former emperor led the neck to the Central Plains Road, and who knows, the disaster is unprovoked.

Under the pavilion of the righteous wind and waves, jingzhong great Song Long banner.

Look up at the sky and roar angrily at the crown, where to rely on the column?

The hero is not full of sad tears, pain the imperial court, cut the land and settle the peace.

Check the thousand-year-old hate, and Shenzhou has lost almost the border.

"Wind into the Pine , Love Land Tour"

Text/Tianya is a tired guest

Sadly did not see Kyushu tong, regretful dying.

Where the vicissitudes of the past generations are dusty, it seems that they are all heroes.

Dream sword lightsaber shadow, return to the water and mountains.

In the Shen Garden, the words of the ages are poor.

The country hates Cangzhou old, turns into lovesickness, and only sings Mei Hong.

The snow on the side of the Independence Bridge, the fragrance outside the station.

"Wind into the Pine , Remembering Yi An"

Text/Tianya is a tired guest

Qingluan has long eyebrows in the mirror and is lazy to dress up.

The wine is not destroyed, the autumn color is known, and the west wind is hated, and the sun is heavy several times.

The homeland he can look back, Lan Zhou does not carry sorrow.

The book he scrabies wounded, afraid to see mandarin ducks.

After the drizzle of sycamores at dusk, the geese returned and the stacked words were desolate.

People are thinner than yellow flowers, and the words are gentle and fragrant.

"Wind into the Pine , Thinking about Lu Xun"

Text/Tianya is a tired guest

The brave banner is the first to be proud of the crowd.

The madman Runstu Xiang Lin Sister-in-law, shouting, looking for light.

Wen is like a throwing dagger, and the momentum is like thunder in the sea of clouds.

Jian Hu celebrities are terrified, and the iron bones are zhengzheng.

Dare to show the liver and gallbladder people in front, a hundred years later, Ren Er is light.

Heaven and earth retain their mighty spirit, and Spring and Autumn appreciate the name.

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!