【New Yunfan Poets】
Selected poems by Yang Chuanwei
About the Author
Yang Chuanwei, female, a native of Xinyang City, Henan Province, is a member of the Chinese Poetry Society, executive vice president and secretary general of the Xinyang Poetry Society, vice president and secretary general of the Xinyang Nanhu Poetry Society, president of the Xinyang Women's Poetry Society, and vice chairman of the Xinyang Nanwan Scenic Area Writers Association. Deputy Director of the Editorial Department of the Paper Journal "Maple Leaf Poetry Selection", executive editor of the paper poetry journal "South Lake Poetry". He has won many awards in various poetry competitions and published a variety of poetry journals. Member of the editorial board of the paper journal "Yan Lou Yin Yuan" and "Mulberry Evening Qing".
Red cherries
Zi Zhi cried blood Xiao Loudong, and caused cherry eyes to turn red.
Emotions are frequently copied, and then add a green banana.
Cold returned to his hometown to visit his old father
Stepping on the frost to wipe the xia, the mood is anxious to return home.
After seeing Tsubaki Hall, the layers of ice are tears.
Qingming rain
The spring breeze kissed the lips of the green willow, and the sound covered the door in the curtain.
Unexpectedly, the qingming was terrifying, and the pearls were sprinkled with broken flower souls.
Go back to your hometown to help your sick father deal with something
I am always responsible, and I always drive things.
Swallow dance shoulder to shoulder, flowers bloom over the sleeves.
There are few people who are shocked, but there are many geese.
Carry the spring light to stay, and the kindness is good to step on.
The spring breeze is difficult to recognize
The spring breeze is difficult to recognize, how about the encounter?
Unsured peach blossom wine, empty pick purple bamboo basket.
People in front of people are outdated, and the road is on the slope.
Pitch is sad, alone in mist.
Seek medical attention
Don't say that life is short and long, seek medical treatment and mother Ren Liuguang.
One is draped in Jiang Tianyue, and two sideburns are fluttering with zero Han tree frost.
Occasionally, there is a chance to pass the path, but there is no elegant taste for flowers.
The period of crane counting time, the female companion continues to write chapters!
Meiling Eight Chapters
First, Yomei
Reclining on the side of the bridge, the road is long and the mountain is far away.
After years of dreams around the wave flat sills, this time the love is full of rhymes.
Xi Yue Dongjun passed on the green letter, and secretly moved the shadow to try the red cloak.
The worries will eventually end with the years, and I want to see Qingqing smile and raise my eyebrows.
Second, wait for the plum
The twilight is cold and purple, and the old wine of whoever is home is relived.
Pouring pot to the evening flying sweet dream, Dai Yue lin window falling jade soul.
Sharp green silk slanted step, trying to wave red sleeves to wipe the residue.
Today,000 mistakes have made Qing shudder, and I am afraid to cover the door with lovesickness.
Third, Pan Mei
After years of loneliness, it is difficult to move, and I am obsessed with finding spring.
The light turns the jade pot to the ancient dream, and the love is red sleeves and loves each other.
Whoever says that the clouds will never be shadowed, I hope that the king will come for a period of time.
If he can see each other happily, he will take Ruixue and smile at Nanzhi.
Fourth, ask Mei
The lonely years are back in the sky, and the flowers bloom five blessings and two or three branches.
Should hear the moji window front words, when the liberation of weng garden wall words.
Tune bitterness and condensation to show jade bones, love is really colorful warm ice muscles.
Tang Feng Song Yun did not need to argue, and Jin Huichun did not know.
5. Zanme
In order to inform the guests of the sound of spring, the cold frost and snow are deceived.
Su Yan how to repent of the praise of the kings, proud bones can be a pillow.
The heart is light with the wind and the air realm, and the love is humorous with the southern words of the moon spectrum.
Send a thousand miles of sweet incense, sit and read the red dust without vulgar posture.
Sixth, paint plums
Whoever writes the truth in the mirror is full of red branches.
Soul Falling Forest Garden looking for Jing Shadow, Xiangfei Pottery Trail Hui Fang Neighbor.
Heartless cold water amorous species, intentional chanting altar four seasons of spring.
Xu I Qi Xiang opened the Jinzi, And the Tang Dynasty Yayun drunk people.
7. Residual plums
Zhangtai Gu Ying was light and leisurely, and kept the name of Biqiu.
A peach fan messenger, poor red apricot over the wall.
Nepotism is washed by the wind and dust of the lonely moon, and it can accompany the cold and English wind and path.
Mo Daoge bid farewell to Peace and Jing, and held incense to build a poetry building for guests.
VIII. Pity Mei
Lonely Xuan window reclining in the wind, after years of pride in the Cold Frost Palace.
The xianglai wilderness is deep in the path, and the soul falls into the shallow cup between the forests.
Worthy of the ice muscle Xie Jia Yong, and Rong Yu bone Zi You Chong.
Ling Han did not lose his heart and was thin, and he spread to the new spring to yunfeng.
Huan Xi Sha Plum Blossom Chant
Dream Mei
The four fields are vast and winding, and the glass is even hanging from the tree. A thousand strands of cold stood into the red coat.
The room is filled with wind and tiles, and the snow bamboo hedge is heard in front of the window. Mengmei smiled at Nanzhi for me.
Si Mei
Stepping on the snow to find the plum curve water east, the cold smoke floating moon turned lonely tent. Gather your eyebrows with a lot of heart.
When does the frozen bud smile on the branch? Clear a little fingertip from. Acacia tonight in the flute.
To Mei
The lonely cold palace quietly opened, just soft and obedient. Dark Incense scrambled into Yaotai.
Don't ask the clouds to go to the geese, but send flowers to the spring. Only the rest of the mind is waiting for the king to guess.
Drunken plum
Recline on the edge of the fence for guests to read, and drink a cup of nothing at night. Twist incense asks the moon to boil curling.
It is difficult to be a long time since ancient times, but today's beauty is very different. Drunk who splashed ink two sighs!
Butterfly love flower ・ Jigong Mountain summer escape
Three volts of heat is like a fire, where is it cool, where is the time grinding? Cicada dry branches overloaded. Unbearable tearful career wrapped.
Fortunately, the chicken mountain sat up, the breeze was gusting, and the skirt was shaken. To about chanting immortal verses and, Kasumi Seven Colored Peak Head Lock.
Butterfly Love Flower I Love Mountain Love Me
I love the mountains and the mountains love me, give green yarn, give flowers a thousand flowers. Weave a green screen smoke grace. Fairy wind wisps of light fall.
Swinging poetry heart peak sitting, ashamed of Yunpeng, Dori can hardly be and. The sound of nature is broadcast by jinshi. Is Haoran Reiki?
Butterfly love flowers and acacia dye clouds
The durian flowers in the courtyard are red like fire, but the acacia is dyed with clouds. Needle and thread to the window to sit, how can you close the edge of the shirt lock?
The unmelynal Hui beads fell into tears, looked at the thousand mountains, and the intestines broke the poems to wrap. Nine asked Heavenly Lady okay? The chain of sorrows is solipsistic.
Xi Jiangyue did not forget the original heart
Pleasant flowers and branches, smell the birds whispering near the window. Red, red, green and green are in chapters, and poetry should not be imagined.
Want to borrow the charm of Jiaxuan, straight book little girl soft intestines. Sadness and joy are lost and lazy to think, only let the original intention not be forgotten.
Gao Balcony He Beijing Cheng Professor Cane ChaoZhishou
Purple swallow cloud, red plum offering, green pupil green hair cream. On the twelfth floor, Yi Xian did not ask Yu Sang. Today, at the feast of qionglin in the holy land, the birthday celebration, the pen is clumsy and trembling. Fortunately, the flowers bloomed, the flowers were fragrant, and I did not feel the heart.
Fangyuan Scenic Scenery Who Painted, Xiongxiong Wen Han Shi, Jin Yun Lan Zhang. Only the staff is facing the public, and the spring light is sitting and flying. Let the Tsubaki tree sing vigorously, the sweet spring, what to think. The water flows, the crane counts three thousand, and the chant is full of vicissitudes.
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