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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The vernal equinox
(i)
Equatorial golden value, streamer day and night level.
The wind cuts the grass green, and the swallow cuts the blue wave.
Pick up sentences to find Pengju, ride a donkey to visit Daoheng.
Yin Chun was drunk and endured the second love.
(ii)
Day and night are equally divided, and the year is half suitable for spring.
Poetry books become lazy pens, and wind and moon are idle people.
Wuli Meiyan is old, and The willow color is new before the fast.
Qingxi around the lotus curtain, wild feast drunken flowers.
Spring breeze
Qinggao is a distinguished guest, visiting poor families at the beginning of the year.
Come sweep the snow from the mountains and leave a thousand flowers.
Frightened, drunken willows are sprouting.
Li I lemonade hut, monk pour new rain tea.
Sting
The heavenly drums are prosperous, and the farmers are successful.
Spring sound reported the news, Shao Wu answered Shengping.
The pen fell late to find the willow, and the mountain was drunk and smelled the warblers.
The hometown wind and moon are good, and the donkey's back is light.
Spring rhymes
The herbs are far away, and the Immortal Mountains are looking for several degrees.
The wind is clear and the water is like a Zen heart.
Listen to the bird flute sound short, step on the song of the flower deep.
Cut the poem to consider the new sentence, and put the lamp on the monk.
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The night comes with the wind to make nightmares, and I can't bear to be a flower poem.
The pen is clumsy and three musics, and the wine is thick and hides five knowledge.
Sighing Yu weeps and decays, Gokuko says sorrow.
Creation makes people old, and groans about the negative period.
Peach Blossom Groan
(i)
Light and thin and slender dance, amorous and unsustainable.
Fei Hong continues to dream, and the flow is wrong.
Drink peach blossom wine, Man Yin Tao Ling.
Talent can be passed on, and heavenly fun can be discussed poetry.
(ii)
Everyone smiles and looks at the red of the raccoon creek.
Rain falls in the incense garden, smoke cages in clear water.
The residual flowers are in love, and the dreams are empty.
Wait for the green yin and blue eyes, and a whistle of wind in front of the door.
(iii)
The spring mountains are scorching, and the jade trees are dying.
Pieces and wind dances, and the group is on fire.
Feeling the pulse of the times, thinking about the past.
In the source of the depressed immortals, the meditation has not disappeared.
Valley rain
Yamato does three things, and the cuckoo cries four times.
The fields are clever, and the green water is chaotic frogs.
Wen Mo conscience weaving, apricot altar spirit tongue cultivation.
Now that we are prosperous, how can we answer the peace?
Author/Wan Xi River
Introduction: Pen name Dongyi, native of Huangdao. Home in Huangdao Qingxi (Gelu) Poetry Club Executive Vice President.
Recitation/Yu Quanling
Introduction: A member of the Huangdao Shangquan Recitation Society, and a member of the Writers' Association of Huangdao. Hug Pu Shou Humble, Good Gu Min Qiu. Love words, cultivate oneself to respect, like to read, cultivate oneself to be at peace.