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Selected poems and works of Zhang Liqin
Drunken flower yin years are thieves
The ground is red an inch deep, no one asks in the spring, the wind and rain are sad, and the pen is laid out, and the letter of the end of the world is sent.
Rui Kai did not see the charm of jiaoshi, and there was hatred under his eyes. The words are full of vicissitudes, all into the new words, dripping with cry marks.
Huan Xi Sha. mood
Purify my dust heart is not money, a poem a wine a string. Ploughing the clouds and cultivating the moon to serve the countryside.
The mind is as vast as the ocean, and the body is as idle as a gull or a bird. Pillow book listen to the rain small window sleep.
Bu operator. Falling flowers fly
The flowers fall with the wind, where to go. Leave a little affection for the sky, and tell whom.
A song of phoenix, tears sprinkled on the strings. Message to the end of the world, don't forget it later.
Drink the fire order. Idle groaning
A thousand waves of rice, a thousand rays of light in the oblique sun, and a melodious flute song of the shepherd boy. The willows on the riverbank swing lightly, and the sky and water are vast.
Strange scenery is good, the heart is long. The summer comes and goes. Laugh at the wind and clouds, laugh at the rain and cool. Smile at the posture of the world, and send a message to Mo Deep.
Idle groaning
How to plant the fruit of the garden, drunk in the spring and autumn rising sun.
If there is wine, it must be drunk with the confidant, and the true feelings should not be taken out of the cold wind.
Several acres of farmland are comfortable to cultivate, and the three huts are hidden and proud.
Purify the soul and heart, and the red dust is nothing.
Nanxiangzi. Bamboo shadow on the window
Bamboo shadow on the Window, Geese Array South Fly dew turn frost. The west wind blows the leaves, slightly injured, and the pieces of dry yellow dance sunset.
Hidden in dreams, and dim white moonlight. Some tenderness is empty of memories, thinking, how to call Qingqing's intestines continuously.
Linjiangxian. Find a pure land
Steal a day of leisure and be in the middle of a green field and an empty mountain. The winding path is staggering. Singing and dancing, not alone.
Far away from the dust of the Qingshi Road, Mo Hao's silver hair and pale face. Look down on fame and fortune in middle age. Dongjun took the pen and drew a brow bend.
Author Zhang Liqin
About the Author
Zhang Liqin, pen name: Jueqin Liqu, melodious piano. Poetry lover, member of the Chinese Poetry Society, member of the Tangshan Writers Association, member of the Huaxia Short Literature Society, and contracted writer. Writer Wenyuan Daily special correspondent. His works have been published on newspaper and periodical online platforms such as "Fine Short Novels", "Writer Wenyuan Bao", "New Highlights", "Writers and Artists Sunshine Media", "Luanhe Poetry Journal", "Luanhe Literature and Art", "Kanto Wenyuan" and so on. Like to visit the spiritual light in the depths of the soul in the chanting of Tang poems and Song Ci; Happy to indulge in the embrace of nature and tell the joys and sorrows of life with dim sum words.