Qingxi Poetry Society, here waiting for you a poem
People of Qingxi New District who love life
All love this land
There are mountains here
There are seas and temples, and there are customs and history
A season of poetry has quietly arrived
In Qingdao West Coast New Area
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Drunken flowers · lavender
Incense is chaotic, purple is chaotic, and the fragrance is far away. Where to find it? St. Valentine's Court.
The line is like a whirlwind of fire, and we will see each other today. Looking at Runong from afar, is it a human being?
Drunken flowers・ cherry blossoms
Flower Queen, Tree Queen, Yamano Pose Show. Spring and early summer, Yan Yan shan shan.
Gently knocking outside the door, fate often teases each other, smoke and small embankments, when to teach in dreams?
Drunken flowers · roses
Flower shade cover, green shade cover, hedge is very beautiful. Cucumbers are planted in the south courtyard, and chicken feed is thrown in the north courtyard.
Spring comes more migratory birds, slowly calling in the field, not more images, less wind and few flowers!
Drunken flowers· Wisteria
Branches are entangled, leaves are entangled, and gestures are often laughed. At one point, the wind blew, and the purple spikes were inlaid with green jackets.
There are few fireworks in the park, and the years make people old. It has been epidemic for many years, and it whistles with blue birds!
Drunken flowers· locust flowers
Bees fly, honey shakes, incense covers and wind warms. The tent is halfway up the hillside, and the sound of frogs in the valley is far away.
Tile three large cans, customers serve sweet cups, exchange belt competition, it is difficult to change the rural tone.
Drunken flowers· lotus flowers
The lotus is full, the water is full, and the fire is flowing through the Xuan. I often want to ask Zen flowers, can I hold on to them?
Halfway through the year, can the years be slowed down? When the stars are full, laugh at my amorous eyes.
Drunken Flowers ・ Fireworks May Climb Pearl Mountain
Flower bee play, swallow play, songbird fly in the mountains. Hiking up the South Mountain, there is already a breeze.
Meet the new rain and rejoice, and the summer is beautiful. Fireworks born in May, do not put Su Hang than.
Author/Xue Qingluan
Introduction: A member of the Hwangdo Qingxi Poetry Society.
Recitation/Li Xuebing
Introduction: Home in Huangdao. Member of the Shangquan Recitation Society. Chinese teachers and recitation enthusiasts at the Vocational School in the West Coast New Area especially like to recite ancient poems. Willing to record life with sound, engrave beauty, and convey happiness.