【Poetry Yearbook】Zhou Nan Xin ugly poems deleted

Zhou Nanxin Ugly Anthology

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About the author: Zhou Nan, Ju Lintong Hanyu Village.

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.

After half a year, he temporarily returned to Han Yu with a sense of strangeness

The passenger journey is endless, and Han Yu is deep in spring.

The fine leaves seal the garden, and the remnants are shaded.

Si Zeng Sakura rain dispersed, after the apricot Cloud Forest.

Still thinking hurriedly, so I searched for it.

Near noon

Dreams go to extend the sunny day, and the usual reason is short.

People come to look at each other, and spring is deep in the seychelles.

Distant eyes lost in the sand moraine, alone returned to the willow yin.

In the chaos of the world, you have to ask the remaining heart.

Age

The cycle of the year is stuffed with dwelling, and the world is like a swimming fish.

Without fins, the dragon pile is large, and Hua Yu really listens to the sea transport Xu.

Frost surrounded the forest to detain the sick, and the snow knife crossed the knee to relieve the sorrow.

Zhuang Fu has gone downstairs to Lan Guo, not to give Ban Chao a false child.

Night return

The agreement is not violated by the silver toad, and the light cloud opens with a clear glow.

The light and the green calyx flowers are thankful, and the dream is red and the night is forgotten.

Happy to be half asleep in the spring, the small note shop is completely wrong.

The cold did not fade and was unconscious, and it was waited until zhi han was lazy and dressed.

When I go to the western region, I feel that I can't drink it in recent years

Spring clothes add warmth and cool back, rain and green shade floating gray eyes.

Things have been talked about for many years, and the geese are full of shame to accompany each other.

Guan Shan has been separated by the Ming Dynasty for a long time, and the ant has not been urged tonight.

But I am afraid of sleeplessness and want to be deeply drunk, such as waiting for the empty cup.

Pass through Wuwei West Zhangye East only to see the Sand Moraine Electric Tower

After the induction of Han Shigong, chaos tour made the hollow hollow.

After the frost and snow of the Red Festival, the military voice emblem was in the middle of the tiger.

Yuanshan controlled the zhucheng column, and Buyo lost to Baitaxiong.

The spring light in the moraine is dazzling, and the sky is shining endlessly.

North of Ushtara

Rihua is powerless and the summer is faint, and the wild hope is idle and the short willow is thin.

Near noon, the clouds and mountains are dark, and the trip is not a tourist.

Passing through the white house with many nonsense, the merchant buildings are miscellaneous.

Flying food cattle and sheep can be full of food, Yu Guan to enter the light fat.

Day wear

Bursting tears, the heavens cried gu Han, and the leaking clouds sifted through the rain to hit the copper plate.

Destroy the city turbid water fish dragon night, the robbery of the Cangbo cave house to see.

Hate does not survive today's plan, mourning must be cautious about last year's crown.

At that time, even if there was a Moxiao hand, I regretted borrowing the Emperor's less pill.

Like night

Bicheng Qiuxin and Blue Smoke, Yuyu Luanqi complained about Jinlian.

The tired crane has no flying and single memory, and the clouds are self-illusioning and overlapping.

Once the flowers were turned over the snow, such as the bead window moon print string.

The sound of the Shang Tune Palace is lined with night shadows, and listening to the singing is the most pitiful.

Last night in the rain passed through Huaqingchi Square

Rain silk wind thread weaving lights cold, dancing copper body solemn crown.

There are very few real texts in history, and the rest of the things here are idle.

The sky and night are like a ghostly mausoleum, and the chaotic horse bell rings the sword pavilion is broken.

The same pedestrians will be annihilated, like the shadow of a flowing car going long.

Yu Suoju Hanyu Huang Old Meng Xin's second brother visited the old site of the Qinkeng Rugu Valley from Hongqing Town when he felt xiao shu in autumn

Lonely Autumn has been unhappy for a long time, and the village has the honor of having new friends.

Pan Biao only forgives a wide jane, and the spirit is harmonious and the same turn.

The stone stele of the flooded Arakawa river was peeled off, and the old things of the pit were condensed.

The west wind blows the sideburns of the grass, and the return road is still shallow and deep.

In the morning, shaoping shop owner heard that there was snow in Guan

Weishui is silent and chaotic, and Qinshan is a shuoyun oblique.

Xiongcheng passed on the fiefdom for a few days, and the elderly used to plant melons for many years.

Han Yu Chunqiu Rao YanQue, Shao Ping Shop Old Dragon Snake.

The amorous arbor wind changed, and the dawn gradually sighed.

Raccoon Creek Sand

The trail comes to reminisce about the old tour in the morning, the willow flowers stick to the forest hills, and the dry pond lotus remembers last autumn.

It seems that the east wind stopped last night, waiting for people to go down to the West Building under the moon. Light shade and cloud floating.

Partridge day

Thin and light, the shadow of the clouds and shadows ascended the stairs. Embarrassing green trees and thousands of rain, easy to provoke a period of sorrow in the spring mountains.

Add waves, drown. In this life, it is customary to see the rest of the past life. The high city has no place to stop at night, waiting for the sun to shine and float.

Yulou Spring

The oblique sun has paved the frost moraine road, and the remnants of the fortress are gradually becoming red and willow twilight. The light cold envelops a lamp, and the light night is lonely and the three-year-old brigade.

In the past, it was the battle place of Loulan, and now it is more than the car division. The middle sky is deep and deep, sitting on a thousand stars, and the old eyes are dim and eternal.

Tread on the sand line

Skinny willow frost, oblique sand towards the dawn. Baqiao wind swept no one path. Wei Yin was afraid of the old poetry, and was sad to follow the donkey's back to the desert.

Plain wrapped in a mountain coat, Ginshiki temple is exhausted. Move to the open eyes and relax. The vast faction is in ruins, and it does not remember whose family name it is.

Flowers are slow in the rain

The warbler welcomes chang'an to return to the guest, with red clouds of willows and green lotuses with rain. The road turns to the Deer Plains Fang Trail, dominating the water fat wave. According to the famous garden of the shore, the butterfly dream, the eye delivers the starsha. Fingers are semi-wet and beautiful, residual makeup is thin, and the fine buds are light.

Nian Guang remembered, Rong Hua faded, not old afraid of this Yan He. Spring is fading away, the years are similar, thank you. People don't know each other now, and the dust shirt passes by in the past. Touching the branches is multi-sensory, the old clothes are deep, and the tears are endured.

Snow plum incense Li Chunri lived in the western region of tongyun somewhere, there was a lamei interest in looking at it and returned for it

The orange sun moves, and the oblique warmth rhythm is light. Recognize the lonely tree in the courtyard, and feel sad. Gaunt smoke beard thrush thin, lonely face to see the flower back. But outside the forest, I did not expect the jun to come, and I was biased towards the jun period.

The wind is slight. Wake up the cold, travel outside the dust, and look for plums in the guest. Want to see Chang'an, fall on the spot to dye thin branches. When the dream is dark, the heart is sick, and the journey is not good. This time, always boring, the sky is full of dragons.

Heavenly fragrance

Drunken leaves are red, flowers are purple, and maple ponds are not allowed to end spring. The old rain is noisy, the light waves are confused, and the trance is taken advantage of. Very far away, looking forward to the wild goose, bringing Su Qing. Because of the golden city twilight grass, it also invaded the mirror sideburns.

Lingering in the old days. The frost is flying and the cold year is approaching. Laughter seals the new covenant, and the dance is deeply sleepy. Cloud cold toad semi-hidden. And night color, wind marks pine powder. Heaven is deceitful, ruthless and hateful.

Flower sweeping tour

Rain marks are inches blue, on the ear warblers, wash the heart of the garden. Feel the cry of the green pipe. I am sleeping and dreaming, and the pillowcase is rolled up. Occupy the west window and wake up the tall building to look at the eyes. Fine clouds are chaotic. More dense trees, flying close to the double swallow.

Return to the spring water far away. Recite drunken light silk, dance onion song Qian. The painting hall is warm. Another cup of red chrysanthemum, golden floating petals. Plain white tea smoke, quietly wrapped around the delicate face. Drink slowly. Yellow plums, smiling eyes.

Explanation flowers

Warm cheeks, plain cheek gelatin, reopen late spring calyx. Twilight rain is sunny, with oblique leaves, sleeves and weak wind. The golden mountain is blue, and the road is returning to the right place, and the sky is looking at it. Hao wrist twist flowers newly picked, fragrant sideburns are wrong.

Faintly eyebrows, you remember, in the mirror of the end, the silver pen drawing is thin. Bitter years, fingers between the sand, into the world dust unconscious. Colorful. Jia Rui Xian period should be asked for sure. Annoyed by the unknown Fang Xin Zhuan, darken the Pearl Pavilion.

Yan Chuntai

Smoke the wind at night, rain in the eyes, and weave umbrellas into flowers in the incense street. On the back of the skirt, stop Yun Qian can be praised. Jade is innocent. Step lingbo, like a fairy family. Red dance, eyebrow marks green embroidery, sideburns.

Love Cause Pond Grass, Dream Window, Bowl Lotus Secret Meaning, Medicine Mingxia. The Toad Palace looked at the pole, and Pengshan tried to float all over the maple. Not with the return date, the blue city is high, and the crescent moon is covered with smoke. Gas is not good. Obstacles between life and death, pity for the clouds.

Autumn Si Consumption The larvae of the butterflies in the Red Butterfly Valley in Quhui Town, Yanqi Basin only eat the remains of spring elm and metamorphose, but see mulberry leaf purple maple red butterfly wildwood

Flowing light in the dust. More guests, into the Sushahu country. Heavenly pure sleeping poplar, moraine barbaric su grass, door across the spring valley. The butterfly chases the soul, and the dream period should be afraid to ask for help. Ren Sleeper, Come Old Deer. Lead Cui hair luoyi, brown eyes human face, this childish playful, filming the final remnants.

Touch. Winding mountains of ancient wood. It is a sick elm, a dark empty house. Wings flutter. Because of the withering, the vines are covered. It seems that the wind and shade are cold, and they are all chaotic in this world. Self-pity, unintentional pounce. Thinking of the day, Sangyuan was sad. Thin but with a leash.

Dream hengtang

Dark clouds floating rain, clear sound turning wind, reckless sand and fading forest color. The twilight scene is divided into stars, as if looking at the eyes and looking at the southern country. Fish thin dragon heart, goose fat chicken plug, roll book dust traces. Zhengcheng Cooking Corner, Shiqi Puxiang, Duanyang Night, Loulan North.

The Golden City tree is old and surrounded, once the goose yellow tender washing, tears cold empty drops. Plain hands heavy, deep courtyard and embroidery bags together. More steps, eyebrow marks printed moon, bun shadow condensation smoke near xiange. Fortunately, I have returned, but I can stay and reminisce in Hu.

Shadow removal

Qianlongjian Turbat Special Department war damage too half east return to the homeland scattered Bayinbrook Grassland its side Barenta Yellow Temple for religion recently visited to see the lotus seat under the Yu beauty flowers coincided with the noon wind and rain tough stem dance has a sense of relevance and the Chu River is the ancient broken leaf river

Reincarnation karma. The dress is eye-warming and beautiful. Blue rain due to the wind, oblique wet lotus platform, zunqian recognized the golden pagoda. Who planted all over the shadow, even forgotten, smoke and spring. Distant dust and silence on the mountains and rivers, as if wearing a dance dress and timidity.

West went to the old things, sick to the homeland, such as the complaint of military robbery. The snow is full of cold fields, the iron horses are long, and the wildfires are burning with remnants of armor. And now separated by bayin, ren eye judgment, day and day in the middle of the day. Think of the Chu River, rest the lament, and the water falls in the evening wave.

Pass the QinLou at the line of Ushtara

Twilight is blue, the guest dust is dark, and Osawa is far away from Hirano. Thrilling brigade, close to the ear, chaotic wood sunset red. Thousands of miles of clouds, depressed to meet the round sand, Xiao Xiao Banma. Remember the heavy snow of the wheel platform, the Tianshan camp turns, and the Wu Cen song stops.

Forgetfulness, a few pear blossoms, and autumn grass, no more than swirling air garnets. Frozen Jian Pen, Only Hexian Zhi, Phoenix Algae Thin Name False Shooting. The sea of people is chang'an, but the frost covers the green li, and the waves are ruined. Calculate the return period and rush to yangguan tears.

Moon flute

The dew moon is born in autumn, the wind eaves are loud, and the saddest eyes are the most sad. There's no way to see it. Absolutely like a Yao flower fragrance. Toad clothes, first cold su wave, green leaves flying. Think of the end of the world green sleeves, the red medicine before the appendix, and the common understanding of the heart song.

The golden city has many thin willows, remembering the twilight of the people, and the bath is cold and difficult to pick. Chunqin teases the rain, as much as the touch of the year. Like now, thin and groaning, lying down for a long time when dreaming, it should be familiar. The night is deeper, and the aftermath is about to be cherished, if the snow star is broken.

Yu Leak Late Residence near the Huo Highway quiet night and autumn listening

Luz moss stone change. Strings are thin and thin, and guests are zero deep courtyards. The wall sings autumn worms, and the lights sprinkle bamboo smoke. The sound of noisy cars is in the north, with more color, tired of listening when lying down. Shift the dream eye. Although the meeting period is promising, the letter is still far away.

There are still old festivals of the heart, but the jade warm green door, the word spot silver goose. Pillow side screen dim, sleeping in the clouds pile riverside. The stars are not accurate, and the magpie and the long bridge are envied. Silk to be cut. The golden wind blows finely.

Pass through the Qin Building

Green bath spring coat, red happy snow sleeves, treasure musk smoked autumn sideburns. Chong Han Courtyard Yu, Laughing Terrace, Several Broken Goose Books and Fish Letters. The dream of the locust rose again, wanting to cross the sailless, afraid to hear the news. More Pengzhou waves far away, empty xian ge, mirror fan green powder.

The world is born, reflecting the traces of water and flowers, the toad of the Ming pond, with the rainy night and the wind halo. The stars are chaotic, the frost shadows are floating high, and the embers of the blue city are dimmed. Still concerned, self-pity whispering strings, withering golden blades. Wait for the non-smoke illusion, thousands of miles to pursue.

Slow Waves Battle of the Sacred Helmet Valley of the Lord of the Rings

The smoke of the night, the wind of the crows, the rain of the beasts. Qingjiao blows the cold jade wall, and Jincheng Shu cold painting halberd. Destroy the ink on the clouds of anger. Ten thousand jun pressure, a moment of silence. Suddenly, the chaotic arrow flew into the air and broke the silver feather, and Xiao Xiao's battle sound was set.

Thrilling. The ghost male is infinitely dead. Remember easy to change the spring and autumn tundra, see said Ranger traces. Zeng Prancing Horse traveled, and The remnants of Middle-earth were destroyed. Years of self-service. Unknown, vicissitudes of color. The throne is shifted to the wizard's enemy. Mordor is close, supreme old power. Holy Helmet Blood, Reincarnation Judas. Flags go, not gray robes, closed waste towers, layers of green goshawk wet.

Yan Qionglin Yu Ju Han Yu was nearly a year old and began to eat Anguo pomegranate to say that the category of Lintong today is Yang Fei's hand plant

Frost pressure is new and abundant, and it is dark and warm, and the cold is in the courtyard. Nai was sad and looked at the world, and suddenly woke up with lazy eyes. Golden suit, red spirit beads, half of the acid. Jue Qinggan, Yu Fanghuan, the soul of the crisp intestines.

Purple Beidani, Stored Bowang Xiancha, Floating Back to Heaven. Jade embroidery, too real fan. Hide Qiu Yun's shy face. Zhi'an Guo, Nian Wu Xun, Streamer Reform, near Chishan County. The seeds are still red, the colors of the old times, and the beard and loneliness are looked at.

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.

Dark incense

Skinny one leaf. And the time is over, and the sound is as loud as snow. The old brocade was wrongly cut, and the timid green placket was warm and red. The incense sticks are still and still, because of the closure, the autumn smoke eyelashes. I want to be green, block Xianbo, and dust green socks.

Eyebrow moon. It's clean. Wait for the night to wash the vegetarian cream, and the cinnamon light rests. Lang Feng hates farewell. Huai Guo woke up to the first swallow. Forget the long chant, partial self-pity, peach swirl ice cheeks. More inches, intestinal breaks, there is tear fever.

Moon flute

Bi yue xianghui, Guan Shan never sleeps, let people go alone. Sleep and listen to bamboo. There seems to be a bay window curl. Another example is Si, Yanxue bath lamp, small curtain printing color under the wind touch. Want to spice soup vegetarian hands, coil silk frost wrist, thin red jade.

The new flavor of the sachet is stored, and the ice is more stacked, and the incense is continuous. The postal journey is far away, and I don't care about the blue field attire. Near Chang'an, afraid of the road, the twilight gradually hurts the fables. Lucky to bring, inches of smoke, dream knot snooze enough.

Qi Tianle Meiying

The jade condensed soul dripped the wind close, and the frost was scattered into fragrant cocoons. The phoenix is leading the silk, the dragon's heart is beautiful, and the angle of the appendix is bright and awake. Roll up the ground. It seems to deceive the snow and extend the steps, and the dust is spread. The most are dim yellow, and the brick flower floating animation marks are shallow.

The golden sand is round and locked, the mirror table is obsessed, and the seal is burned. Printed water lonely mountain, wrapped thin bones, sunny Yan Huasha soft. Linchuan Old Building. The walls are lightly drawn, and the dancing branches are re-cut. Smoke at the bottom of the dream, looking at the stars spinning.

Eight returns

Waist shift belt eyes, makeup silk knot, Huazhu embroidered feathers. The lamp is old pillow double duck lying down, but also remember the shisha dream, rain marks fluttering foil. Xiang Xi had no one to inquire about, but he was obsessed. Afraid of always, so sentimental, all changed and cool.

Because of the long Huai, I passed through the trees and did not see the west wind shaking down. Wake up in autumn to drive geese, send books not carp, habitual lonely mountains return to cranes. Even the silver letter is cold, and the stars are hanging in the city at night. Thinking about the place, the cold plum garden, the thin shadow dusk, with whom to say.

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