2022 List of authors of the Youth Poetry Society
In alphabetical order of the author's surname (including screen name and pen name).
Bao Minghui Cheng Xiaoqin Chen Shutang DaSikong Gao Yuhan Guo Qi, Gong Qingyi Haitang Koala Li Gefu Li Haibiao Li Haochen Li Junru Li Tanhua Liu Boyu Lu Xing Luo Xiaojuan Miao Zi Meridian Qiao Qiao Qianmo Qu Dabai Song Yi Sun Cai Sun Min Tang Long Tang Yunlong Wang Jibo Wang Xi2 Wang Yingjin Wang Yuedi Wei Shuding Warm Wu Xiaoyan Su Xia Xiaoyi Xing Jianjian Xu Xiangrong Yan Dao Xiaowu Yan Shuizhen Yang Min Yang Qiang You Zeng Ke Yun Pei Zhang Heping Zhang Jin Zhang Yang Yang Zhou Zhou Zhou Qin Zhu Sicheng
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The author's last name is letter B
Bao Minghui
Bamboo House (Tongyun)
A pyrotechnic board bridge to the west, a pillow of fresh wind around the hedge.
The crane-haired old man shook the moon fan and listened to the mountain rain and the Qiang flute.
Chu Qing (Tong Yun)
Hedge foot spider silk grasshoppers, willow shoots residual rain hit duckweed.
The south wind points to the hillside, and half an acre of sunflowers grow towards the sun.
Introduction of Bao Minghui
Bao Minghui is a third-year student majoring in Chinese Language and Literature at the Normal College of Eastern Liaoning University.
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Cheng Xiaoqin
White sandalwood
March flying snow, light and not dusty.
Tianxiang who interprets, Yujie self-born spring.
Dun Lun Hall
Repair bamboo poles to shade the grass hall, and the deserted hedge trail is covered with remnants.
The two willows outside the empty wall are like the green shadows of that year.
About the Author
Cheng Xiaoqin, pen name Mu Xi, a native of Wuyuan, Huizhou, currently lives in Shanghai. He is a member of the Chinese Poetry Society, Shanghai Yuelian, Shanghai Poetry Society, and Wuyuan Poetry Society. Standing Director of Wuyuan Huizhou Studies Research Association. Member of the editorial board of Yunfan Platform.
Chen Shutang
Guishan's one-year study score is the first to be successful
Guishan has been thinking for a long time, negative stars, sun and moonlight.
The sky is high-rise buildings to repair the climate, and the poems and wines of Jiangtou are out of the article.
Fei Hua's pen is idle, and he dies drunk in his chest.
I want to thank the west wind for how kind, and send me to soar together.
Partridge day
Frost cold river ancient ferry head, broken hong sun twilight on the tall building. Yan Xia had nothing to do with me, and Feng Yue originally didn't care about my worries.
The mountains are not old, and the water is long. The amorous monster is self-contained. After the return of the people, I know that it is a new cool early and nearly autumn.
Note: Reading the Tao Te Ching at night, "The heavens and the earth are not kind, and all things are dogs", because I think I do it.
Chen Shutang Profile
Chen Shutang, whose real name is Chen Chen, was born in Beijing in 2002. He has won awards in competitions such as nie cyan crossbow cup, Qinglian cup, and "Poetic Luojia". Some poems have been published in "Chinese Dictionary", "Prose Hundred Families", "Peony", "Modern and Ancient Cultural Creation", and "Luojia Humanities". He loves piano, guzheng and guqin, and is currently the vice president of Hanmei Poetry Club.
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Author last name letter D
Grand Sikong
Middle-aged exhortation song
Pour ten glasses of wine and place them in the feast. Listen to my song, four seats and do not be deceived. Today's boys can't become famous, and they will return to the past hundred years. It is known that there is no palace in the sky, no immortal mountain on the sea, time cannot fall, and the green clouds cannot be climbed. There are also rich people with breath in their noses, latches on the door of the government, the difficulty of the right path, and the difficulty of the holes of the human heart. Just like knife frost, it destroys Zhu Yan. How much sorrow, how much joy, how to stroke the hips, tears flowing. Here, the latent odor of the East China Sea, the rush of the northern desert, the complex armor of the South Mountain, and the spot of the West Ridge have been listed here. Hu Buyue and taking advantage of the rest of the leisure, each cup of things, tomorrow is not enough.
Middle-aged diet song
Heaven and earth are vast, and there is only wind and thunder. The shock waves flood the sun and the moon, grinding the mountains to dust. Creation is not exhausted, and it is gathered thousands of times. It turned out that who was me, The Hairy Feather incarnated embryo. Pick the grass in the morning and watch the deer step on the moss. Look back at the carefree color, and choose the coldberry with a thin mouth. Taoists fold pine cypresses, and tree fishing leads to large cups. God is served by the form, and each is destroyed as a pile of ashes. A cup of rice, Ho Hao. I don't farm, I'm sorry. It is better to breathe and drink water, and still breathe into the nine yuan day and night.
Introduction to the Great Sikong
Dasikong, Hubei Hunshui people, left wing.
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High language contains
East hedge planting bamboo drama
More than ten books have been planted, and more than three or five rods of the Dharma body have been planted.
From then on, the east window should be scrapped, and the wind chill will be brought to a thousand days.
The Zen master answers the scholar's question
When it comes to the vacuum, only frowns, old hearts and flowering periods.
A tree in the vestibule was idle, asking mr. whether he knew.
About the Author
Gao Yu Han, the word is only stopped, the number of forgotten Chuan Sanren, born in Beijing in August 1997. Master of Philosophy of the University of Heidelberg, Doctoral Student of the Faculty of Philosophy of the University of Tübingen, European and Taoist Philosophy, author of Lao Tzu Shuyi, translation of Kusa's Nikolai "Peeping the Way" and so on. Members of Chengshe, Tangshe, Mingshe and Guanshe.
Guo Qi
Miscellaneous poems eight preferred two
clear and bright
The high name and surname are also how, translated into green grass slope.
The claws are left in amazement, and the white flowers are dew and the roses.
Homesteading
The southeast of the bamboo species is sparse and wide, and the wind and shadow moon are fought.
After the lights and the curtain close, the poems and books are pondered.
About the Author
Guo Qi, a native of Cangwu, Guangxi, is the president of the Nanfeng Poetry Society.
Gong Qingyi
Xuancheng Qingshan visits Xie Gongzhaijing
The smoke scenery is far away, and the oblique light reflects the green light.
Abolish the Jiyu Temple, autumn qi self-growing clothes.
When the cold bird flies, the floating clouds want to return.
Wind and currents Yu Gujing, lonely Xie Gongfeng.
Titled Yanmen Guanzi SaiShi, ancient Yanmen Zhaojun once passed
Wangu was born with purple chi and stacked up Yanmen Mountain.
The Han Emperor's soldiers were still chiseled, and Yang Ye's army was also complete.
The spots seem to have red and pink tears, and the light has shone on the iron coat.
Carry a piece of the house in the middle, the house is added to the north cold.
Introduction of Gong Qingyi
Gong Qingyi, post-95, member of the Chinese Poetry Society, graduated from Cornell University with a master's degree in literature, and now lives in Shanghai. Some poems have been published in magazines such as "Poetry Journal", "Chinese Poetry", "Chinese Dictionary" and so on. He won the first prize in the overseas sub-competition of the 4th "Poetry China" Traditional Poetry Creation Competition, and participated in the Youth Poetry Club of "Chinese Poetry" magazine in 2020 and won the Young Phoenix Award.
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Begonia
Ask the deceased
The flower moon of the king is always sad, and how many spring and autumn think of the old times.
Have you ever dreamed of a later style? Lately, wine can be hypnotized?
Who often advises you to eat attentively? Like heartbreak or know?
It has been judged that there is no way to grow this, and there is only discord in the human world.
After the rain
The evening rain first harvested, and Wanfeng Qingbi palmed. The night in the courtyard is clear, and the smoke on the stone is flowing. The jagged set shifts, and the water of the yanyang creek rises. Leaning on the door from afar, the moss is floating and cool. The moon is nearly chaotic and the spring is deep, and the star cold current is wide. Pine aging dragon flying, in fact, falling ghostly. I am sick and lonely, and I cannot live in the world. Holding the heart of a virgin, long time to think of dust. Xiao Shan quietly worries and does two things with the mountain idle.
Introduction to Begonias
Tang Haitang, a native of Jinling.
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koala
Little pink
Teach who cherishes the common rivers and lakes, a kind of spring like promise. Don't take pity through the window screen, Li Danju.
Last year's sorrow and this year's xu, the deceased note, the cave fairy song, can taste the original.
Spread out the Huan Xi Sha Double Bird Autumn Water Map
The reed leaves are sparse and frosty, and the cold waves overlap and think. But there were two birds that could not fly, in the middle of the water.
Whoever sees the west wind divides Chu Yue, he should come to Japan to see the merchants. Like the neck of its voice can not hear, said away from the intestines.
Koala Profile
Koala, a native of Daqing City, Heilongjiang, is a guest in Jinghua and the executive director of the Night Snow Return to the Lantern Poetry Society.
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Li Gefu
From the military
Li Gefu
Went to the country to join the army for twenty spring, the late people in the countryside were less than close.
Wu Hook did not have a public affair, and the white-haired YuLao immediately came to his feet.
About the Author
Li Gefu is a native of Ye County, Henan. Now living in Sanya, Hainan, he is a lover of poetry.
Li Haibiao
Riding a little yellow car in Beijing recalls learning cycling as a child
Recall the phoenix card, my family first had. Step on the side and stomp away, always planting and fighting. Heels are not afraid, and the path is afraid of concave and slippery. Slide through the gullies, pedaling to the sky. My partner laughed at me for being clumsy and not going to get the point for long. That is, today's guests in Beijing, the invigorating is running. Jiuqu is more than a yellow car, although it is skilled in advance and retreat. However, depending on qu city, the terrain is really dangerous and steep. Looking back thirty years, accept harsh omissions. The hours are worried about the slippery road, and the big times are worried about the world. The middle way is turbulent, and the reading is still diligent. Queqi Yizhi An, Ning Guan Jin Zhang. Outside the sound of autumn, frost weighs jade Kyomu.
White Duck
White duck green duck spring water flow, when the flowers fall to make the floating. The side eyes are suddenly opposite to the people, and the number of quacks is not worried. More into the shoal, but saw that the owner suspected that there was food. The master could not get rid of it, and wanted to exchange the taro chestnut for zhenwei.
About the Author
Li Haibiao, self-proclaimed Litang, Dongyuan, Guangdong Boluo people, Yahao poetry painting.
Li Haochen
The night drink drama was given to Brother Tang Chaoyong
The car and horse made a journey to the west, and the article in the notebook urged the chips.
The black hat is affected by the wind and the moon, and the black tea is also saddened.
The book is empty-handed, full of chicken ribs, and the painting wall is obsessed with learning tiger heads.
The belly can really tolerate a variety of forms, why bother the hip meat through autumn.
Night drinking has a history of giving Pan Yan's daughter
The door was uncomfortable with Qianshan, and the guest clothes were not accustomed to dancing clothes.
Li Jushi several times, Mao Jin he nian Xue Shangshu.
The car pearl was crushed, and the crane shook the white feather.
Although the Emperor fei came late, Huan Pei could still come to my house.
About the Author
Li Haochen, a graduate student of the College of Literature of Central China Normal University, won the Short Poetry Competition, the Cherry Blossom Poetry Competition, the Chinese Poetry Grand Prix, the Xiangtianhua Poetry Competition, etc., participated in the Chinese Poetry Conference and the 2017 Youth Poetry Conference, and his works have appeared in "Chinese Rhyme Literature Journal", "Poetry Journal", "Chinese Poetry" and other journals.
Li Junru
Spring crossing Bright Lake
Du Men has long been a dust avoidant, and at first glance he feels that the east wind is returning one day.
When banana dreams wake up, the sky is beautiful, and I come back after the lake ice is released.
The double-flying swallows are like the first sight, and the flowers and branches are scattered and have their own fetuses.
Fortunately, since the small stay here, the atmosphere of the sea has not been fully opened.
Nangui Jixing
The clouds fluttered, and the clouds went up. Kuwata paints squares, and village houses are in a variety of shapes. The countryside is faintly curved, and the wind and smoke are gradually fading. The wheel is racing, and I hope that the beauty is not my hope. The city is used to living, and the day and night are obstacles. The alleys are strange and narrow, and the wells are wide and the river is open. Only this is the way home, and the groan begins to be clear. Throw away all your thoughts and make heaven and earth. Xia harvested the plains to the end, and washed out the ridges. But knowing that the south is returning, it is not a matter of judgment where the land is. He is at his disposal and reckless. Forget about the atmosphere of the boils, the mountains and rivers are unharmed. The road is long, and the trance sits and falls. And the eyes of the spring, spitting out the sound of the temptation.
About the Author
Li Junru. Character Han Yi. No. Few Bai Xuan. Hunan Changde people. Learned poetry from Mr. Chu Baozeng in Beijing. President of the Qianshe.
Li Tanhua
Linjiangxian looks back on youth
Mo asked how much youth there was, hurriedly did not pass away for many years, and had to look back and be hurt. Shaohua was like a passerby, and he never returned it.
The most regrettable thing is that it is difficult to give up and delete now, half because of the weakness of the leading edge. The flowers are still good, and the sideburns have been slightly spotted.
About the Author
Li Tanhua, formerly known as Li Weiping, post-80s, Guangxi Hezhou people's clan, junior second degree. I like ancient style characters, and I prefer beautiful and amorous Song words.
Liu Boyu
Night view of Chongqing Fucheng
The giant town of Xiongfan is Yuzhou, and the night rain and the river are constantly rising.
Put the light and shadow of the tall buildings outside, and the wind and dust dream to go to the autumn.
Suizhou Huaigu
The rain is dripping with cold leaves, and the strange singing of soldiers is in the car. Hugh will be remnants of flowers on the moss, scattered in the water to coexist with the tide. I have been riding from Dongchuan, and I have sung to the sword long Song Suizhou City. Went west to Jinguan Chao Fengque, once listened to old Du Yin white bones. Yizhou Hao right He snobbery, Xiang Xiang only served as Jing Xiang pawn. Cut off the door as the emperor, and the lonely mountain and the jackal walk. Qing Shi still remembers Huan Xuanwu, and there is no more Chen Ziang in the world. The young man took the sword out of Bashu and did not let the beacon shine on Luoyang. The name of the merit is only taken from the outside of the plug, and the wind blows on the Youzhou stage. The lights and shadows of the Bijiang River follow the stars, just like the Milky Way. Long read the South China Sea Guanyin, a dream bodhi to Jin Tang.
About the Author
Liu Boyu, Ziyuzhi, a native of Yuechi, Sichuan, was born in July 1990 and is a member of the Jiusan Society. Graduated from the School of History and Culture of Shanxi University, he loves ancient Chinese history, poetry and calligraphy, and has literary and historical papers and poetry works scattered in various publications.
Lu Xing
Golden wisp song and watching the movie "Chosin Lake", the night walk pen
Red blood chest fever. The dust of the edges, the clouds rushing in the sun, and the cracking of The Chosin Lake. The roar of the siege of Rongma Mountain began, and an arrow rushed into the cold and snow. More angry, bile liver like iron. Xiong Zhiyi lifted the earth and watched the fire wheel roll armor deeply rutted. Christmas month is in short supply.
Grandeur does not make a sad sound. Leng Dajiang, special hometown dreams, the old people long tips. The words of the needle and thread are dense, and the children are starry tonight. But tears, ice flowers. And look at the river Qing Song Haiyan, look at the thousand autumns, hundreds of clouds of smoke. Home and country, goodbye.
Water Dragon Yin Anime "League of Legends, Battle of Two Cities"
Floating clouds dark moon city pool cold, forgotten in the depths of Pingwu. The sea gate is rusty, the hydrology is mottled, and the line is blocked. The eyes are shining, the wind is not reduced, the heroes and children. Ten miles apart, the dust of the twin towers, but also the shock, flying dragons and tigers.
The tide is as fishy as promised, and the thousands of fluorescent lamps are like rain. Palm magic, arms technology, peace who with. Bloom the blue crystal, the world is sad and happy, and the heart is at ease. If it is prosperous at this time, the low wandering surges, and who crosses.
About the Author
Lu Xing, don't sign the Cabinet, post-90s, Min people. He is a member of the Youth Society of the China Yuelian Society, the Zhengshan Poetry Society, the Zouyan Pavilion Word Seminar, the Fengyan Word Society, the Qian Society, and the Pearl River Moon Youth Poetry Society.
Luo Xiaojuan
What you see in the countryside
The mountain rain first harvested the clouds and slanted, and the wind gently wrapped around the fence.
The center is red and half is an acacia pea flower.
Seen in winter
Several acres of mountain fields are sloping, and a few dogs bark across people's homes.
The sunset burned a fire and lit a cannon flower on the wall.
About the Author
Luo Xiaojuan, pen name Mengsi, female, is the host of the Literary Creation Studio of Luo Xiaojuan, a famous Cultural Artist in Fogang, and the vice president of qingyuan Poetry Society, committed to the popularization and promotion of traditional poetry culture, and won the title of "Cultural Volunteer of Guangdong Province" and published "Dream Poetry Collection".
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Myogu
Outing
The weather was bright in early February, and Wuhua stirred me out of Henglu.
Newborn spring water peach blossom mirror, warm east wind willow comb.
People walk far and near, and their hearts follow the birds to the void.
The lake and the mountain opened their chests, and sat and read in front of the lamp.
Introduction to Myo Meridian
Miao Zi Meridian, formerly known as Miao Lihuan, a native of Changshu, Jiangsu, born in 1988, is a lover of poetry.
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Jojo
camellia
Walking in the green branches, the first smell of a painter.
It is symmetrical and the tracing flap is slightly oblique.
Shallow cinnabar traces, heavy reflection of the sunset.
At the end of the fragrant spring day, Shang Xiao is camellia.
Butterfly loves flowers and youth
Youth flies early, herbs dawn, all over the time is good. I want to treasure the years. However, the young do not know the old.
Green shoes purple skirt blue plain jacket, when the moon hangs, a single bush of grass. Sleepy when sleeping deeply. When spring he did not knock the green dates.
About the Author
Qiao Qiao, a native of Jingzhou, Hubei Province, Master of Arts from the University of Macau, Secretary General of the Macao Chinese Poetry Society, Director of the Macao Chinese Comparative Literature Society, Distinguished Language Arts Researcher of the Macao Language, Culture and Art Association, Associate Editor of Southern Literature and Art, and has participated in many academic conferences and published many academic papers.
Fiber ink
Yamahanako Twilight went to the Rain Flower Terrace to admire the magnolias
One
The hidden forest is not stained with dust, and the three points are bright and warm. It is also naïve to gather and disperse in the world.
The path is fresh and unturned, and the heart moves with the flowers. It is like the spring breeze on the side, and there is no one.
Two
Twilight is hard to wear off horse dust, has nothing to do with the wind and moon and hides. Ask for news in the smoke, close neighbors.
Idle and dry are tired, and gradually no one hides the door. Suddenly, I felt that there was an ancient meaning at this time, and it was dusk.
About the Author
Qianmo, formerly known as Wang Minyu, born in 1985, a native of Changshu, Jiangsu, settled in Jinling. He is a member of the Chinese Poetry Society, the Nanjing Poetry Society and the Changshu Poetry Association, and won the "Young Phoenix Award" of the 17th "Chinese Poetry" Youth Poetry Association.
Canal white
Golden Wisp
In the spring of the ugly, the owner of the incense hall invited Gong Low Brow to go to the Qilin Gate Lock Stone Village to pick strawberries, and became this que, and suddenly the age was over.
Xiaoyan Dongfengli. More heavenly religion, small peach blossoms, indifferent joy. Pick a basket of sleeves cold, easy to return to cold weather. Just lined, sweet and sour taste. A few points outside the smoke peak clear tree, want to qilin lying still to see the flowing sun. Ancient things, dream ears.
Tanuki slept in the spring to midwife. Turned into non-, year inquiry, begonia flower not? Should recognize the true magic of time, turn away the red dust of each other. Looking straight ahead, the clouds are scattered. Lu Ma career who argues with the situation in front of the situation is more than obedient. Hirano Moon, The Great River Water.
Pearl Springs
Long time into the forest spring, all kinds of like new friends. Blossom the flowers of the other side, drink my wine at this time. The realm is called Hao Pujian and the spring is daode Xue. The wind is sending intentions to the same stream, and the smoke and clouds in the world are many hands. The situation is easy to be golden, and the long sleeves are indistinguishable and ugly. It is a tie-up in the autumn and plants five willows on the edge of the house. Fu Shan Ghost, Wu Low Brow, Hu Bu Hidden Scale Yu Nanshan. Adults do good deeds, small gong dogs, laughing people labor and labor.
About the Author
Qu Dabai, Pengcheng people, ju bai under.
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Song Yi
Apricot Blossom Row (New Rhyme)
The spring sun outside the apricot blossom window is warm, and the morning light in the apricot blossom window is short. Outside the window of the flower branches and windows inside the people, the flower is not Fangfei people are still lazy. Last year, the flowers met for the first time, and the willows danced with the wind. The flower people are close to the end of the world, and they are on their knees to look at the clouds. The rapid foot occupies the branches first, and the makeup is very delicate. With buds to help drunk carmine, the plume to awaken the jade frost silk. When the peach and plum are hidden at this age, are you interested in fighting for spring as the end of the day? Late but complaining about people not seeing, idle idle and idle. Last night's dream was thunderous, and there should be a good karma drum of the Eastern Emperor. The karma drum prompts thousands of plants, and who smells the flowers and weeps at the feast? What is the implication of the spring love? A leisurely song of apricot blossom days. Apricot Blossom Heavenly Shadow Whispering, Bear with the Heart Traces? Words poor tears broke the heart, ShaoGuang failed the Jinping people. Who pities me for the flower disease? Spring and spring. Rao Chun should know that dreams are difficult to stay, and the powder has never stopped. The front steps of the embankment cannot be swept inexhaustibly, so why not let the heavens and the earth drift. There is no basis for the drifting stream, and you can take the east wind to Qingyun. Even if Ling Yun is difficult to reward, who can still feed the apricot forest. Apricot Forest Xianrui Yao Chi Bao, Ze Phi Red Rain Shun Yao family. Send the Plague King's Fire and borrow the Heroic Soul Pan Star Maple. The heavens and the earth care for each other, and they want to appeal to each other. According to the first dream upstairs, the flowers in front of the window are the same.
Qinyuan Chun, a certain bus (new rhyme)
In the west of winter city, a certain bus, the window fog is thick. There are station sign tree shadows, floating trails around; private taxis, hidden west and east. The door leaf will be closed, the steps are not exposed, and Xiao Xiao is helpless to drink the wind. At the bottom of the street lamp, looking at the passengers in the car, the shape is hurried.
Look up at the moonlight, see how much, the human world against the journey. Count the ancient and modern gatherings, almost like a feeling; spring and autumn back and forth, the same red. Elegant guests, poor and encountered, sailed to the end of the journey to the end of the empty. May the long song be built and the high road reunited.
About the Author
Song Yiren, Zi Bingzheng, Ji Dazheng students also. Read less about the Red Chamber, Mu Xuelin's talent, see the begonias, peach blossoms of the elegant collection, the heart yearns for it. Ten years of closure, a dynasty to climb the toad, into the government to study, attack the study of the country and the state, and also study literature and law. Occasionally, two or three comrades formed a poetry club, studied poetry, expressed their feelings, and thought they were happy.
Sun Cai
Bauhinia flowers
Dragon City is as bright as the sun in April, and the spring red is accompanied by the years.
Good to the east wind credit a drunk, the next year is not the old flower.
The mountain village is in the middle of nowhere
The yang is weeping and green, and the chickens are singing and eating the water flowing fat.
The villagers returned with three or five hoes, carrying the incense to take advantage of the sun.
About the Author
Sun Cai, born in 1997, is a native of Shishou, Hubei Province. He is a member of the Chinese Poetry Society.
Sun Min
Lake Tour (Rhyme)
The wind swept the incense cage twilight smoke, and the soft waves trembled slightly to clear the strings.
The lotus heart was a little crimson and floated on the edge of the small fan at the head of the continent.
Huan Xi Sha · Winter alone to see the begonia blossoms
Snow is full of clouds and frost is full of branches. Warm curtain fire self-pouring cup. Let the wind blow in the world.
Originally a harsh winter sad grass and trees, suddenly frightened and drunken eyes swept Fang Fei. Begonias are a little red.
Sun Min Profile
Sun Min is a third-year student majoring in Chinese Language and Literature at the Normal College of Eastern Liaoning University.
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Tang Long
Two songs in the spring twilight
One
A century of changes, exposing the new events.
Poetry duck laughing Pei Leek, Shi Che diving wheel.
If there is no false painting cake, it will be ashamed of the people who have lifted themselves out of poverty.
Spring is full of red, why ask Jin Qin.
Two
Less reticent to dance, neglect the white head chant.
Offshore winds rise first, and guests eventually sink their dreams.
Flowers are waiting for butterflies, and the factory is drunk to invite birds.
Occasionally sitting in the middle of the moon, the incense is slightly gu ying deep.
Shen Shui Song
Chu Xiangyao revered Ji Ji and did not recommend Shen Shui. It is said that Junde is famous for his goodness, and it is used to write to Wu Tianzhang. In this difficult world, there are many worries, and a city is a shame to eat a big country. Laughing at the donation of Kulong Hill vegetables, Ken will feed the scraps of grinding ants. Against the tide, the sea breeze is strange, and the rushing current takes its own path. Junlai is guarded against stinging innuendos, and Ukiyo prefers Mirage Male. The clouds and rain are falling, and Rui Yang is dead and loyal. The bronze man's fish is dry-eyed, and the soup is lost in the temple.
About the Author
Tang Long, the word is broken. Shu people are guests of Fujian. Yishe Matsuri, Vice President of Xunshe, Consultant of Moran Poetry Society.
Tang Yunlong
Before flowers
The creation of heavenly hearts is truly righteous, and man spends two in incompleteness.
The flowers are envious of my hundred years of life, and I also pity the flowers that have been red.
Send someone
Halfway through the world, there is not much to move my heart.
Just occasionally in the place of no sleep, Yi Qing smiled and saw the pear vortex.
Introduction of Tang Yunlong
Tang Yunlong, a native of Bishan, Chongqing, currently lives in Fujian, studied poetry at the Huyang Poetry Society of Shihezi University, is currently the president of the Pearl River Moon Youth Poetry Society, and a member of the Xinjiang Poetry Society, the Chongqing Poetry Society, and the Yongchuan Poetry Society.
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Wang Jibo
Mr. Zhu Liangzhi blessed the philosophy of art with the cause of zhi xie
Wordless great beauty Qian who passed on, ten thousand books into no year.
Heaven and earth came to the bottom of the pen, and ancient and modern galloped to the lamp.
A cloud of ice and snow, Nine Fang Fei Butterflies.
Anhui Water Yanshan Mountains Re-water, why not a thousand miles together.
Raccoon Creek Sand
Huaxi also visited Mr. Feng Laojingci Mr. Lin Feng and was the commander of the second division of Shouxian and Huang Li
Thousands of miles of clouds mean to break gold, clear words one thought and one deep groan. Far away from yesterday's dream deep.
Liver and gallbladder are covered with many past events, and the streams and mountains are not old and poetic. More prayers for good news.
About the Author
Wang Jibo is a member of the Chinese Poetry Society and a member of the China Yuelian Society. He participated in the 2009 Youth Poetry Conference of China Poetry Magazine and the first Chinese Poetry Conference of CCTV.
King XII
Trickle Bridge Miscellaneous Notes Ten
Yesterday, the garden was planted by hand, and the flowers were carefully watered and waited for the flowers to bloom.
Dragonflies are strictly guarded on the fence and are not allowed to release spring light.
Embroidery spring terrace
A pavilion sits independently in the clouds, and the high platform after the snow is idle all day.
Who borrows the East Wind needlework to live, thousands of red and purple embroidery spring mountain.
About the Author
Wang XII, born in November 1990, is a member of the Communist Party of China and a native of Chizhou, Anhui. His real name is Wang Liangcai, the word is useless, and the number qishan resident. People call it the three diseases: poetry demons, book fetishes, and stone obsessions. He is a member of the Chinese Poetry Society, a director of the Anhui Poetry Society, and the president of the Qiupu Poetry Society of Chizhou City. He is the author of the poetry collection "Three Hundred Verses of the Twelve Absolute Sentences of the King".
Wang Yingjin
Return home with the word "yes"
All the years are stuck in other places, and the year is closed and here.
Greet the birds and birds first, and the spring breeze begins.
There is no need to sit and drink, and the conversation is not endless.
If the Ming Dynasty guests come, the Confucius Lunbian is.
Note: The family lives in Fuzilun.
The Ten Sons of Youth ascended the Five Finger Mountain and returned to give Xingyu little brother
Climbing high and looking at the mountains and greens, the pace was once suspended.
The secret path is pure love and fresh meat, and small stars flow in the eyes.
About the Author
Wang Yingjin, a native of Loudi, Hunan, was born in 1992.
Wang Yuedi
Night at the National Theatre
Yinyuan drama Xue, peers hand in hand. Hand in hand, dazzling. It is shaped like an egg and breeds strings. Its eggs are like dragons, and their color changes heavily. (1st solution)
Egg-colored yellow, golden house streamer. Brilliant ellipsoid, empty and empty. There is no wind blowing wrinkles, and the canal is in the middle of the water. (2nd Solution)
Silver and red, palace of crystals. The sea is opposite Yingtai, but the south and the middle. House Yang Yang country, sing loudly the wind. (Three solutions)
The color is red and blue, and the silk is two emotions. Wood and earth are beaded, and gold is the brightest. When the salary is tied, the day has three stars. (4th Solution)
Hatsusetsukai
Why in winter, why is the snow as a warning, the northerners are accustomed to seeing the southerners laughing. Mud boots glide for support, and the hand fails to hold the glove. The dim light small restaurant is bustling, and the chicken should not be fried and non-beer. Only Ruxiang flavor recommended fresh dumplings, Songhua River reminiscence frozen glass. Glass windows, fog hidden. Swab the crystals, flowing. Watch the snow fall tightly one day.
About the Author
Wang Yuedi, a native of Chengdu, Sichuan. Doctor of Literature, Chinese Academy of Social Sciences. He is currently working at the China National Edition Pavilion.
Wei Shuding
In the early morning of the obscure day of March, it feels very good to make a small print because of sleepiness and then write several pieces of paper are not as good as the former Yan suburban epidemic in the feeling that Pepsi has not succeeded in vain and hurt the old man's ears for many years
The sense of escape follows the flow of arrows, and the dead cannot be traced. The mind is far away, and the subsistence skills are fading. It was difficult to shake again, and Lu Ge was tired. It is difficult to find a sword in a carved boat, and the deceased is in a good condition. Different counties are separated by each other, and this spring they look and gallop. The lights and flowers are suspicious, and the insects and birds are late. Ten years of shame and good kissing, two hairs of miserable sideburns. Xiao Ransi's pen is already in the fence. If Jiang Langjin is lost, who can sustain himself forever?
About the Author
Wei Shuding, pen name Wei Sanmu, Guangxi Hechiren, vice president of Tang Society, poetry editor. He is the author of "Immeasurable Spring Sorrow Collection".
Warm
Dark incense , Night Leads to phoenix
Night leads to phoenix. See the clouds galloping and the mountains reckless. The sky is dark and the grass is full of clouds and waves. Whispering out of nowhere, the earth is on fire, and the four wilds are yellow. Flying ashes, rushing with the wind, green flames are on the fire.
Pitch. Cold mountain long. Fengming has a clear light, and the wind and fire go together. Its heart is self-expansive, and the mountains and rivers are moonlit. How can the world be short and long? There is a lack of the moon, and it is not a matter of floating and sinking. Phoenix tour, jun self-esteem, the common king of the waves.
About the Author
Warm, post-93, master's degree in creative writing from Peking University, third degree in modern and contemporary literature from Sun Yat-sen University, and now concurrently serves as a lecturer in the direction of writing in the School of Literature and Media of Guangzhou Southern University.
Wu Xiaoyan
Partridge Day WaiYou
A dream reunion does not remember the year, deeply afraid to see the falling flower day. With the cold spring rain bullying Fei Fei, the fragmented mood is particularly pitiful.
The period is uncertain, the promise is thousands, and the floating and sinking are scattered for no reason. Recheck the acacia sentence, night and night to the pillow.
Chronicle of the Spring Equinox of Linjiangxian
Spring is approaching, and the cold is like smoke. Worried about the illness and hatred of the floating, the wind of the year is not over, but the old is calm.
Unintentional plum branches grow old first, and they hurry with incense. This spring, he refused to wait for the reunion, and he was worried about the trouble, so he had to bear the bonus.
Introduction of Wu Xiaoyan
Wu Xiaoyan, pen name Huan Yue, born in 1996, his ancestral home is Feng County, Jiangsu Province, a doctoral candidate, and a lover of poetry. In addition to schoolwork, there are occasional homework, mostly for the sense of life, chatting to entertain themselves.
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The author's last name is the letter X
Xia Su
Feel free
Envy returned to Lumen at dusk, and Qingfeng Haoyue thought he was a neighbor.
Pine contains the evening to know the silence of the sky, and the stone cannot be said to be the most adorable.
Occasionally, a book of poetry falls leaves, so that I can put my heart on the clouds.
I have nowhere to go in the red dust, and I send this body in the Mirror Mountain.
Nguyen Lang Gui
Pinghu Lake is empty and the sky is comfortable, and the oblique sun is indifferent. The wind on the leaning rail is like a cold remnant, and the fanglin is still unsurpassed.
Jiang Haiyuan, limousine, secluded in Xiaolu. Idle moving the goose pillar to contemplate the book, this mind is often like this.
About the Author
Xia Su, female, born in 1994, from Weining, Guizhou, is currently working in Weining No. 8 Middle School. He is a member of guizhou poetry association, a director of Weining poetry association, and a member of Nanya poetry club. His works have appeared in "Chinese Dictionary", "Chinese Poetry", "Guizhou Daily" and other publications.
Little B
Drink alone on a spring night
The next year, the green plum fruit, now into Qiongyu pulp.
Three cups of amber poured, one thought to Chaisang.
Ask the moon who is thin, push the window to cool yourself.
The spring breeze is particularly annoying, and the magnolia incense is taken.
About the Author
Xiao B, this list of Liang, Shandong Linyi people, live in Qingdao. Post-86 poetry lovers. The person in charge of the Youth Poetry Association of the public platform of the Yunfan Poetry Friends Association.
Xing Jianjian
Wax plum
Under the branches of the snow, thinking about it means a lot.
The spring breeze picks up the afterglow and divides it with the fragrance of flowers.
Night rain
The night rain was unbearable, because the heart was not clear. A poem in the heart, a dream on the pillow. Even if there is a series of solutions, it is difficult to understand the love affair. The words of acacia have not fallen, and the love of love is also happy. It is difficult to hug in vain, and endure the mobile phone screen. The phone turned cold to hot, and the temperature of the bedding became ice. Loneliness is like a cold shadow, loneliness is a guest light. The virtual window is unintentional, why should it be loud.
About the Author
Xing Jianjian, Zi Yanru, a native of Weifang, Shandong. He is now the poetry editor of the Chinese Poetry Network of the Poetry Journal, and an outstanding poet in Shandong. His works have won provincial and municipal and national awards for many times.
Xu Xiangrong
Summer
The wind is blowing in the morning, and the cicadas are singing.
I don't know if spring has gone, a rain of green Jiangnan.
midnight
Half remnants of clouds and half stars, cicadas chirping frogs and with green pings.
Poor flower shadow is like this, and the moon is flowing down a few points of fireflies.
Xu Xiangrong introduction
Xu Xiangrong, a third-year student majoring in Chinese Language and Literature at the Normal College of Eastern Liaoning University.
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Author last name letter Y
Yan Dao Xiao Wu
Memories of youth
Spring breeze traveler, spring mountain lying horizontally, spring river crescent moon. The water is green, and the grass people are lightly separated.
The spring breeze is over. Under the green window, the shadow of the bun is extinguished. White head a little hate, silk Yang Huaxue.
Junior Tour
Soft fragrant mud of swallows. The sideburns are low. The clouds are thick in spring, the smoke is green, and the wind is warm and the willows are flying.
When it is cold, it rains at dusk, and the density is even more miserable. A bunch of peaches bloomed, nine thousand cherry blossoms fell, and something was urgent.
About the Author
Yan Dao Xiaowu, like poetry, love life, eat, drink and drink idle people.
Yan Shuizhen
Thoughts
Long to the deep night to think, the glow does not reduce the old times.
Thousands of things nebula hidden, three or two idle love night moon know.
It seems that my original intention has not changed, and Qian who is more in the road is more phased.
Suddenly checking the dreams of life, the career is nearly crazy.
Kiyoheiraku Dongdong monster and his sister build a snowman
Boots and a cotton fleece hat. The snow garden smiled relatively, and the two people were just right.
The eyes are inlaid with the sky, and the tip of the pen outlines the spring breeze. More from the red lips micro-dots, molded into a busy send screen.
About the Author
Yan Shuizhen, female, born in Zhenyuan, Guizhou in 1996, the 12th "Top Ten Cultural and Sports College Students" of Guizhou University, won the second prize of the 2017 Global Chinese Short Poetry Competition, the third prize of the second "Rongchang Cup" and other poetry competition level awards more than ten times, and was selected into the 2018 Youth Poetry Society of the Chinese Poetry Society, and is now working in Yunnan.
Yang Min
High balcony Narcissus
Water cuts the clouds, incense invades the snow bones, and the wind blows the blue eyebrow marks. The cold moon is empty, and the soul of the Qing Soul has fallen red dust by mistake. Spring heart is not easy to get, to the lamp lips, whispering morning and dusk. Remember the predecessor. Smoke Pavilion, Xie Pei Hejin.
Knowing that the secret meaning is still difficult to write, leave a blank message to Dan Qing, and secretly allow the lone root. The forehead is yellow, and the dew is empty and self-worried. The sound of rain is even more lonely, and even the book window and hearing damage the spirit. Afraid of thinking, Luopu people come, Luo socks dust new.
Partridge day ・ there is a mail
During the epidemic at sea, he suddenly received inquiries from Brother Lantian and Sister Mo's Yanshu, recalling that in the spring of that year, they gathered in Xianyang, hissed the water, and blossomed on the ancient road, and now the wind and clouds are scattered, and each of them is sad. After Xianyang parted, Brother Lantian returned to Lanzhou, the young brother went overseas, Sister Mo married Hanzhong, I am now jiangnan, Xi'an and Weicheng second brother do not know where they are. Flowers have other lives, people ask for more! This note.
The clouds are in the blue sky and the stars are in the river, and they have been consumed for thirteen years. Xianyang autumn old sound dust less, Long shang through winter frost and snow more.
Flowers lag behind, months come and go. How the smoke and rain of the rivers and lakes are near. At that time, each of them went to the spring wind, and did not plant carrots to the empty mountain.
About the Author
Yang Min, Zi Manyun, No. Cultivation Tobacco Room, Net Name Ke'er, Yang Jingjing, Ke Ren'er, a native of Baoji City, Shaanxi Province, a guest in Shanghai. Vice President of Baoji Poetry Society, Vice President of Dragon Society.
Yang Qiang
Zhongzhai
From the sky to the earth, there are thousands of greens. Each of them is low, and A hundred monsters surprise me. Laugh and kill Jiangnan Mountain, only as an eyebrow. The dangerous path is broken, and the situation is broken. It has been inhabited by people, and the rafters of the mountains have been raised behind the mountain. Household cherry snow, a natural painting. The young Han family in Zixiang is sitting and dressed in simple clothes. Buyi and Miao Yi are like three legs. The native language is easy to listen to, and the smile is easy. The dam field is really big, and the new crops are full of ganglu. The desert spreads yellow clouds and plunges into the country of mysterious fragrance. Visitors come from the city, and the wind and things are rich. Spring is outside the bustling, and it is hoped that there will be harmony.
Note: The first sentence borrows from the Huang Gongdu sentence.
Xin Ugly City Residence (five of the eight songs)
The street lights shine brightly, and the souls of thousands of families dream. Weng Fei prepared a morning stall and sold food at the small north gate. Steamed dumplings cover the cage, and the smoke is white. Warm box storage shortbread, leek filling wrapped in a variety of. Soy milk wins sweet liquor, rice porridge aroma can be smelled. The walker was full of food and a warm smile. At five o'clock, there are no stars in the Dai river. At six o'clock, the guests were intermittent, and the clouds teased the first tun. Seven o'clock sound disturbance, eight o'clock deafening city dust. All the rice sorghum plots, will not be different from the great locust people. Nine o'clock food is exhausted, and the hardships are relieved. I hope to share the worries of my children, and I dare to resign in my old age. Tomorrow's work is hard work, and the strength is enough.
About the Author
Yang Qiang, No. Snow Window, Hubei Zaoyang people, Tang She, Ming She.
Leisurely purple viola
Instant view
When the shadow was specially planted in the window, the curtain had been handed dark incense.
Linglong counts the buds for a long time, and refuses to open them without encountering the spring breeze.
Mashiko Yukime
Smoke tree shadow, curved railing dry. The snow did not fall overnight before the court. Blowing through the glass flowers pneumatically, dust and wind bones resistant to spring cold.
About the Author
Born in December 1985, a lover of poetry, he now lives in Hangzhou.
You Zengke
Shadow removal
The cloister is small. There is a dark incense order, flowing to the spring color. The branches are slanting the sun, the flowers are cold, and the former Mo is more climbing. There is a lot of new grass under the fallen mangrove trees, and only the delivery and travel of travelers. Spend some time with whom you spend the evening and spend a few lifetimes searching.
Who remembers the dream for a long time, after the twilight rain, the lights are on the autumn sunset. Where did the old things come from, probe into the building, and turn into several branches of green and blue. The window listened to it, but the breeze was light, and it was rolled up again, and a curtain of memories was recalled. Xu he joined hands with Chun Gui, and Chun met in that year.
Han Palace Spring Garden is a scene
Summer evening returned, carrying last year's wind and snow, shaking off red dust. To whom to call every year, the bottom of the leaf cries birds. The green vines were stranded, unable to hold back, and the soul marks were smeared. Re-recognize the scenery of the old mountain, and the sky is heavy.
The world has not forgotten much, ask him about the hometown victory, where to search? Usually the wind and moon, just landing. After parting alone, the world is in the sky and the autumn is deep. Long remember, the spring breeze looks back, the small garden is still dusk.
About the Author
You Zengke, a native of Sichuan Huili, is currently studying at the School of Politics and International Relations of Central China Normal University. He is a member of the Youth Society, zhengshan poetry club and Fengyan Poetry Club of China Yuelian Society, and a member of the Hanmei Poetry Club (student) of Central China Normal University.
Cloud clothing
Two Parasitic Poems
One
The message to the king was deleted in its entirety, and what was deleted was restored,
Gardenia scholars are worried and idle for several days.
Two
Fearing that the king is bored with the epidemic, he will talk in detail about my hometown and ziwei.
People embrace spring flowers, red silk knots and white trench coats.
Introduction to Yun Xie
Yun Xie: The little fox of the Immortals.
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Zhang Heping
Chant
The twilight sun dots the distant mountains, and the Xiaosuo Stream flows slowly.
A few pieces of yellow flying as a key, the green steps on the rolling autumn sound.
Suspension
A bunch of branches hanging from a hundred feet, like rafters pulling out into the blue sky.
The wind blows outside the clouds and the amorous moon, and the moon sends the waves to the ninth.
About the Author
Zhang Heping, a native of Hunan, currently lives in Shenzhen. He is a member of the Chinese Poetry Society, the vice president of Shenzhen Changqing Poetry Society, and the deputy editor-in-chief of Changqing Poetry Journal.
Zhang Jin
Wing Chun River
The lotus peak snow melted into the Chengjiang River, overflowing the ice heart and benefiting the ze.
Thousands of miles have fulfilled the dream of the sea, and the tide is poured back.
Enlightened Spirit Chant
Lu Yan ten thousand households surrounded Qingwei, and the water was clear and fresh.
Natural human feelings and two beauty, mellow wind and high rhyme more than a thousand years.
The joint bed listened to the traces of the three sages of the rain, and coughed into the Xuan people.
Looking up to Jinghua to pursue the competition, Du Yan learned yan talent.
It is only reasonable to be deep in Confucianism, but also to be fragrant and pregnant.
The carvings are amazing, and the psychic is magnificent and illusory Buddha Zen.
Pass on the ancient Yi Jing Lun Zhi, brew a new thought animation garden.
Silently dive into the foothills of the hidden mountains, and the Huanghuang meritorious deeds are in full swing.
Xiande haoqiang Qianjiang lian, the origin of the absolute Song Miaotan.
exegesis:
Kaihua, located in the northwest of Quzhou, Zhejiang, is the birthplace of the Qiantang River. It is famous as the "Root Palace Buddha Country" and has the reputation of "the hometown of Chinese root art". There is a site of "Listening to Yuxuan" in Majin Town, which Zhu Xi, Lu Jiuyuan and others once taught on the Tao, and gave "Listening to Rain Poetry" to be beautiful.
About the Author
Zhang Jin was born in December 1987 in Quzhou, Zhejiang. He is a member of quzhou poetry and poetry association and a member of Quzhou Hanyun Culture Society. He was once related to the source of the Qianjiang River and wandered among the green mountains and green waters for many years. Currently living in Xiamen, he is a Chinese teacher at the Jimei Affiliated School of Huaqiao University. Some works have appeared in publications such as "Chewing Words" and "Shenzhou Cifu".
Zhang Yang
improvisation
Riding a whale looks back late, and the heart pays who knows.
My sword crosses the autumn, and the long rainbow runs through the sun.
The vicissitudes seal the dreams, and the valley buries the gossamer.
At this time, no one asked, and the wind and clouds were on the wine.
LinjiangXian sent the first sight
Looking back at the rivers and lakes, I remember the past for no reason. Meet each other and smile and recognize the dust. Falling flowers buried drunken dreams, bright moon illuminated Zhu Yan.
How many good times can there be? The voices of the heart are all paid to the strings. I don't sleep in the middle of the night. The end of the world is old, and the sword is sent to the past year.
About the Author
Zhang Yang, pen name Li Baozhen, a native of Sichuan, born in 1999, loves calligraphy and is committed to the promotion and development of traditional culture.
Zhou Nan
Bo Twilight pierced Yang Lin's sense of Karakoram
At the end of the Kunlun Realm, the Thieves had invaded each other.
A little blood from the same robe burns the heart of the martyr.
The territory is changeable, and the fox and tiger are gloomy.
The trees pass through the darkness, and the sunset covers the depths.
Shadow removal
Cold worm singing wall. Waking up drunk and drifting away, the dream is powerless. Waves of dust in the sea of karma, stars and smoke of the edges, and ordinary spontaneous breathing. The rivers and lakes are cold in autumn, and the green clothes are still narrow. Think of the old note, take advantage of the flow of popularity, resentment into the traveler's new house.
Incense sticks burn in silence at night, allowing those who recite Sanskrit, empty to color. Touch the period of sorrow, say and meet, that tube was silent at that time. The heavy city was just outside the immortal clouds, but it was missing and had been traced last year. To be washed, the wind beat the qiong window, and the small moon was beautiful.
About the Author
Zhou Nan, Doctor of Science, lover of ancient poetry.
Zhou Qin
Pass through lotus lake in she harbor
Look at the flowers and leaves. Green and red and deep for asceticism.
Occasionally to the lake smoke back to the place, the lotus people lie in a pavilion autumn.
Read history
Wind and rain ode sound frequency. Skinny bone steals the hub wheel.
Mo looked for words from the remnant stele, and he knew that the curved pen had come by mistake.
The Central Plains Plate is particularly mournful, and the merits of the three battles can be discussed.
Only tanzhou city last month, still as before.
About the Author
Zhou Qin, Xiang people. Lovers of ancient poetry.
Zhu Sicheng
SendIng Friends (New Rhyme)
Thousands of feelings lock empty houses, and it is impossible to guess when they want to go.
Old dreams overlap night pillows, and new clothes scatter dust.
When looking at the plum, I am worried about the flowering period, and I look in the mirror to know that the sideburns are fading.
I hope that in March of every year, someone will come to the peach plum before spring.
Unsealing Sense Endowment (New Rhyme)
The road was closed for more than two months, and finally the street was flooded.
The wind blows the shore willows and the people boil, and the clouds rise high in the blue sky and purple swallows.
When the bamboo path is full of moss, the river is still gushing.
How do I feel after this epidemic? Walk across the bridge.
About the Author
Zhu Sicheng, born in 1983, graduate degree, member of the Chinese Poetry Society, tutor of the training department of the People's Liberation Army Red Leaf Poetry Society, vice president of the Zhenjiang Poetry Association, president of the Zhenjiang Public Security Literature Association, and honorary editor-in-chief and deputy editor-in-chief of poetry newspapers and periodicals such as "Eastern Red Leaves", "Shuyu", and "Multi-scene Poetry".
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Youth Day Poetry Conference
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