Selected poems| Spring breeze can fly in the sky, planting thousands of flowers all the way home

"Spring"

Text/Everest

Late days and beautiful mountains, light rain on the streets of the day is late.

Early morning red sunrise, exclusive flowers wake up.

"Seven Absolute Orchids in Love"

Text/Yang Zhaobin - Xinya

Morning dawn cooking smoke stacked sand. Bees dance with butterflies in love with the flowers.

The spring breeze fiddles with the weeping willows of the, and the unique orchid restaurant.

"Seven Pear Blossoms"

Text/Raindrops wet thoughts

A tree of pear blossoms is pressed all over the branches, and the heart is like snow love.

Obsessed with not complaining about the late arrival of the leaves, surrounded by the spring breeze under the time of marriage.

"Spring Over Cauliflower"

Text/Spring and Autumn

Rape flowers bloom all over the ground, and the sound of cuckoo is deep in spring.

Leaning on the window drunk looking at the yellow cloud scenery, thinking of the old garden.

Mo Xiaozhuangsheng once dreamed of butterflies, and Yumo Liang's father was a yin.

The green furrow is even in the sky, and who is it with whom.

"Seven Laws of Drunken Begonias"

Text/Small bridge flowing water

The pink and white bushes shine in the east of the courtyard, and Yanran smiles and fades her spring face.

The demon posture shines on the water and the warbler is drunk, and the shadow is close to the wind and the butterflies are congratulatory.

The new flowers of the green leaf are better than the peach apricot, and the young flowers of the daisy are comparable to the hibiscus.

Let shuke's feelings be exhausted, and the feelings of not sighing are more intense.

"Life Inspiration"

Text/Yue Na

The years do not live in the river, and life is like sending no sorrow.

Go as you please, and spend the autumn at ease.

"Boring"

Text/Lee Ka Wing

Last night I dreamed a few times, only to look back on it speechless.

Flying flowers read me floating passengers, every time I said that the old garden was full of flowers.

"Qingyuan Feilai Gorge"

Text/Lee Ka Wing

The ancient temple is clear and clear, and the night view is good.

The moon waves turn over the waves, and the clouds and mist stay on the high cliffs.

Pitching is big, vertical and horizontal grass and trees.

A bay of water, far into the heart.

"Partridge Heaven Heavy Sense"

Text/Lee Ka Wing

Debt for years to buy a house. My parents laughed at my absurdity.

Everything in life must be done by oneself, and the affairs of the world can be measured in a thousand ways.

Spring is just right, and the years are still long. Why not have fun in time?

The white colt is hurried through the gap, and the road is arduous and self-reliant.

"Qing Ping Le, Countless Reds"

Text/Lee Ka Wing

Countless reds fall, the past hughes look back.

The grass is green and twilight, and the soul of the dream is difficult to stay.

Don't rush the coming year, a river of smoke and rain.

Willow does not know how to leave hate, painting bridges and dancing in the spring breeze.

"Huanxi Sand People's Dreams at the End of the World"

Text/Lee Ka Wing

The dreams of the ends of the world are also empty. Life is helpless. The full moon takes several hours to weigh.

Away from hating the March grass, idle sorrow nine autumn puffs. The distant mountain skyline is red at sunset.

"Five Laws of Jiangnan Sending a Guest"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

Jiangnan guest love, farewell to the dream Huaxing.

Born golden and cheap, but also the forest green wild glory.

The clouds swallowed the sun, and the flames sounded.

Drink the wine in the cup, and fang knows that the moon is clear.

《Five Rules and Kasuga Nostalgia》

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

Looking for spring to dispel old sorrows, looking far away and chewing new tenderness.

It leaves 1,000 poles in the fall, and several remaining kasumi points float.

Xian shan stored snow case, Kelu scattered smoke building.

Sending a message to the peach blossom moon, the stars do not flow against the current.

"The Five Laws in the Mountains"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

Cui Di is still from heaven, and he loves the mountain the most in his life.

In the shadow of the Shibamon Pine, between the bamboo house and the moon.

Good drinkers are drunk, and the song rhymes.

The heart is empty and unconventional, and a paddle crosses the bay.

"Seven Laws : Tour of West Taihu Lake"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

Looking at the blue waves in the distance, a water is vast and green.

Falling wine Ping drifted away with the shadows, and the Lan ship passengers scattered like clouds.

Heart swim willow rain pisces jump, sit until the flower wind flying.

I listened to the frog forget about adversity, and I can take the swinger to pick up the lotus clothes.

"Seven Absolute Spring Breezes"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

The spring wind can fly in the sky, planting thousands of flowers all the way home.

After hiding in the green mountains to open the path, people came to sleep beautifully and wet their clothes.

"Seven Absolutes, Don't Ring Yu"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

Han Mo crossed the gold and reflected the distant peak, and the immortals played the performance and laughed at the hibiscus.

Autumn wind and moon night a thousand roads, a new song stepping on the dawn bell.

"Five Laws Jolin Looking at the Autumn Moon"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

Jolin doubted his dreams and looked forward to the moon and forgot to return to autumn.

Reflect the light slanted bun, poor shoulder shadow in the clothes.

Meet each other with pity, and take care of Yi Wei.

Send rhymes to the Dan place, the piano bottle night style.

Sauvignon Blanc. Zheng Banqiao》

Text/Tianya is a tired guest

Officials are also crazy, and soldiers are also crazy. The spirit of the bamboo festival is strong. Strange people paint and paint incense.

The Indian side, the Yan side. It's rare to be confused and have a claim. Anyone can comment on the short and long.

"Sauvignon Blanc"

Text/Tianya is a tired guest

Cold moon, full moon cold. Thin shadow list of breezes under the moon. In front of the gate, Wanlingshan Mountain.

Waves, waves. The past has sideburns. Who knows the tears don't dry.

Sauvignon Blanc. Lotus Pond》

Text/Tianya is a tired guest

Li Lotus Pond, ask Lotus Pond, can there be a love thread for me to grow? Qinglian Qin spleen incense.

Timid streamer, pity streamer, two sideburns frost marks reflect the sunset. Mandarin duck pretends to be double.

Sauvignon Blanc. Over Xiangyang》

Text/Tianya is a tired guest

Pass through Xiangyang and sing Xiangyang. The famous city of northern Hubei is hidden by dragons and tigers, and the sweat is green and the ink fragrance is thick.

Enjoy the spring light, drunken spring light. Who made Longzhong his hometown. Wuhouju Temple.

Sauvignon Blanc. Distant View》

Text/Tianya is a tired guest

Wake upstairs, get drunk. Look at the Yellow River skyline. Sail miles.

Sing Spring and Autumn, Score Spring and Autumn. The nine-curved ileum flows into the current. The east wind runs through Kyushu.

Sauvignon Blanc. Send Universal Suffrage》

Text/Tianya is a tired guest

Don't go to Jingzhou, go to Danzhou, the long march has not yet come to an end. Ten years like an old cow.

Pain is only received, love is difficult to receive, dream words and hometown sounds are wrapped in tears. Often accompanied by night rain.

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!