Author: Jian Dongmei (Jiangxi)
卜算子 咏梅
Fangrui is brewed and condensed, and the red fragrance is the same.
Extracting the ice soul is like a thousand immortals, just like Qionglinsu.
Twisting clothes and makeup with a smile, drunk and fainting frequently reviewed.
Deeply dyed fragrant cheeks skillfully cleared, and the spring flowers crossed.
Fortune operator Yonglan
There are beautiful women in the empty valley, and Shu rolls shake and condense cui.
The posture is beautiful and the light leads to the wind, and the peach and plum are sleepless.
Picking up gold bottles, Fenfu is sultry and drunk.
The quality of the Hui is spread according to the feelings, and the beauty is unique.
三字令 咏竹
It is difficult to understand love, the sound of the leaves is dry, and the sky is slanted.
Long sun, occasional meals.
Wild Weng, gentleman's pen, two happy.
Yellow falls, than the pine crown, four o'clock.
Su Zixiao, Shourenguan.
Negative cold, through the bay leaf, stand double luan.
Minami Utako
The honey is difficult to pick, and the fragrance is not allowed to be smelled.
Bending my waist, the atmosphere of my generation is dense, and Yuan Liang's hometown holds wine to Zhenjun.
January 11, 2024
About author:Jian Dongmei, female, from Xinyu, Jiangxi, loves life and literature, began to write in 2000, and her works are scattered in newspapers, magazines and online platforms.
Editor: Li Xunxiu/Zhu Gang/Yang Xiaofu Editorial Department of Qingyanwei Literature