Selected poems| Spring breeze has passed through the mountain home, and the smoke in the village has visited the falling flowers

"Five Laws, Twilight Spring"

Text/East Side

Leaf mao hidden branch fat, Nanxiang geese return.

There is no chick language yet, only falling flowers flying.

The sun is warm and the tea is fragrant, and the wind is light and drunk.

The long causeway is smoky and willow-colored, full of spring light.

"Seven Untitled"

Text/Winter Feather

The spring color of Bincheng is late again, and the strange hanging Yang has not hung silk.

Although the Northern Region Fangfei has not yet arrived, Jiangnan is already in full bloom.

"Spring Love"

Text/Spring and Autumn

In the depths of spring, the east wind is everywhere, and the cherry blossom peach pears are white and red.

The warblers and butterflies came and went unconsciously, and they were already dressed as bald men.

"Spring Love"

Text/Spring and Autumn

A spring rain washes the hearts of mortals, and a few degrees of smoke comfort the guests.

In the village apricot embankment Yang Pear Courtyard, the flowing warblers sing the spring depths.

The Seven Absolutes. Thunderstorm Clean Dust Branch》

Text/Ronin

The sky opened in the night, and the lightning and thunder fell sharply.

Xiao saw that the dust and branches were washed, and the willows dripped and greened the yellow warblers.

The Seven Absolutes. Muratou Ancient Maple》

Text/Small bridge flowing water

Shaohua leaned over the head of the village, and the birds lived in peace and forgot their worries.

Snow, rain, wind and frost are all passers-by, and the customs are lazy to spend spring and autumn.

"Five Laws of Spring"

Text/Small bridge flowing water

The sun warm swallows fly low, the wind and grass color.

Falling red in the ancient road, weeping green without clear stream.

Butterflies dance in the shadows, and warblers cry on bamboo.

If you stay in the spring forever, the twilight is good.

Night Frog

Text/etc

Outside the building, there are continuous jasper steps, and the view from the railing is endless.

After the dusk rain, the smoke clouds are wonderful, sitting idly in front of the stage to listen to the night frogs.

Autumn Rhymes

Text/Yue Na

Zhu Eaves Daiwa smeared light frost, and Cuiling Qingfeng was dyed tender yellow.

The wind danced in front of the leaves falling, and the windows contained the fragrance of the garden.

"Autumn to lotus pond"

Text/Yue Na

The rain has dried up the lotus and the incense has fallen, and the wind has come to defeat the leaves and mess up the pond.

The remnants of the lotus are scattered and exhausted, and the broken lotus is full of wounds.

"Spring Shoots"

Text/Zhang Jianping

In April, the flowers fell one after another, and the Qingming gradually passed the green mountain.

The wind and the dark crossing are still the same, and the road turns back to the Bamboo Shoot family.

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Text/Zhang Jianping

The gentle spring rain is cold and floral, and the memory of Qingming is more broken.

Chase a drunk in the cup, the dust is red and a thousand.

《New Tea》

Text/Zhang Jianping

Spring breeze several times through the mountain home, Yuanyuan village smoke visit the fallen flowers.

It is the Qingming flying paper rain again, and the green ridge spits out new tea.

《Visiting Linghui Temple》

Text/Lee Ka Wing

The Buddhist path leads to the three realms, and the low mountains fall around.

Incidents go with dreams, and the heavens and the earth are dusty.

The wind is blowing, and the white birds are flying.

Confused worldly guest, leaning on the sun several times.

"Nanxiangzi Dream Breaks Memories of the Beginning"

Text/Lee Ka Wing

The dream broke and remembered the beginning, and the heart word turned into a gray candle shadow.

Lying down to listen to the rain in the Red Chamber overnight, it is difficult to read, only drink a pot of acacia wine.

This hatred could not be removed, and the love sent silver kites sang the slaves.

The tone is full of complaints, blur, and the night will be full of tears.

"Eyes are beautiful, idle and sad to say goodbye to the town"

Text/Lee Ka Wing

After the idle farewell, the town is accompanied, and the guest brigade is overwhelmed with sorrow.

At dusk, I am afraid of carving sills and folding flowers and branches.

Poor people are far away at the end of the world, where to send love.

Spring and night forever, the Red Chamber listens to the rain, and the plain wall inscription poems.

"Ten Years of Water Dragon Yin"

Text/Lee Ka Wing

The sun rises and the moon sets cycle, and the ten years of bullet command pass.

The mountains and rivers are green, the cuckoos cry blood, and they are full of remnants.

At dusk in the water market, in the shadows of wild smoke, two or three lights.

Sighing since ancient times, hurting the spring and hanging the moon, empty and haggard, sad and bumpy.

Hatred of the end of the world, hometown remote, who sings more.

Amorous guest, and now just, a fool.

I fell in love with the red dust, but I smiled when I looked back, this body is not me.

More windy and rainy cold, acacia tree, acacia fruit.

"Manjiang Red, the First Coming of the Night"

Text/Lee Ka Wing

At the beginning of the night, thousands of miles away, the sub-rules cried blood.

Spring is exhausted, the nest is dry and the warblers are old, and the green fat and red rest.

A few degrees of spring wind blows fine willows, a bay of smoke and water cage cold moon.

Read Jiangnan, thousands of red beans, acacia knots.

Love and love, how to say. Sorrow and hatred cannot be extinguished.

Sighing old dreams, several heartbreaks.

Biluoyan spread the Canghai Xin, and the waves of the Yangtze River swept the snow of the Tianshan Mountains.

Meaning lingering, who is at the side of the Baqiao, wounded parting.

"Five Laws of Qingming and Sending Deng AnDi"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

The water stone drags the tobacco, and returns to the branches of the tree.

Dust invaded the new rain chaos, grass closed late wind.

The birds chirp endlessly, and the spring flowers fall sometimes.

The heart is warm with the peach, waiting for the friend period.

"The Five Laws of the Spring Equinox"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

Mizuki dialect fang period, Xia Ming dew moist.

Dust invades the new rain timidly, and the moon is quiet and springy.

Birds chirp and smoke dance in time.

The countryside is peachy, and the message is little known.

"Seven Absolutes and Pure Hearts"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

Pure heart a song mirror platform autumn, the world does not pay enough to drink endlessly.

The snow moon piano book flowers are hidden, and the ancient wind flow of the Dongfeng courtyard.

"Seven Absolutes, Little Garden Farewell"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

Swimming fish willows sway the curtain waves, and the small garden flows like a river.

Cardamom Si Fei Lotus Seed look, who is beautiful and beautiful bundle red Luo?

"Seven Laws : Mid-Autumn Festival in the Hometown"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

The autumn wind rejoices in the world, and the sky in the hometown is high.

The swallow is facing the xia gentleman, and the flowers and branches are beautiful in the world.

Street short sleeves with beaded buns, water north virtual window to admire the jade ring.

A thousand glasses of wine are really like a guest, and this time dares to say that ancient and modern leisure.

"Seven Laws of Gengzi into Autumn"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

Qiu Liang listened to the wind and listened to the sound of the wind, and everything followed the heart of the hundred worlds.

Since it is an infinite fish jumping rain, you must know a piece of willow weeping gold.

In the morning, the veins of the earth are obsessed with butterflies, and the laughing evening spring flows to send strange birds.

Father and elder also explored the spiritual grass, and the lotus road was slightly deep.

"Seven Laws and Title Shun Shou Temple"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

The hope is empty, and the snow queen hesitates about the white-haired man.

Abandoned gardens are difficult to find thin and tender green, and idle gardens are cute and light red?

Outside the desolate and remote frost maple, lonely flowing in the waves of the year.

When the ancient hall is golden orange, the thin plum mo sighs the wind.

Sauvignon Blanc. Gengzi Lantern has sent》

Text/Tianya is a tired guest

Skylight, open window. Tonight Acacia is undefended. The moon in front of the bed is like frost.

Remember the Yangtze River, think of the Jingjiang River. Tearful eyes misty homesickness. Spring flowers are not fragrant.

Sauvignon Blanc. Year Wounds

Text/Tianya is a tired guest

Late winter cold, early spring cold. The wind and snow are closing the ten thousand mountains today. Townships are not closed.

Dan by bar, twilight by bar. Grind the acacia look through the eyes. Loutou Xiaoyue is disabled.

"Sauvignon Blanc"

Text/Tianya is a tired guest

Looking back at your hometown, remembering your hometown. Remember the warbler first turning yellow. Willow flowers flew into the window.

Dream Daddy, call Daddy. Only when I woke up did I know that the road back was long. A bed of bright moonlight.

"Sauvignon Blanc West Lake"

Text/Tianya is a tired guest

Butterflies fly, willows fly. The lake-colored mountains can't bear to return. Warblers and swallows follow.

Draw the boat chase, laugh chase. Who do tearful eyes miss? I saw Mei last year.

Sauvignon Blanc. Cao Cao

Text/Tianya is a tired guest

Speaking of Cao Cao, to Cao Cao, Lao Tzu was born to fight local tycoons. The tyrant is proud of all generations.

Auxiliary Liu Dynasty? Abolish the Liu Dynasty? Pipe even a thousand autumn pen as a knife. Loyalty and treachery are picked up.

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