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I want the end of the world to return to my hometown, and the green mountains are not old and crazy all my life

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I want the end of the world to return to my hometown, and the green mountains are not old and crazy all my life
I want the end of the world to return to my hometown, and the green mountains are not old and crazy all my life

"Seven Laws: Perched Grass Pavilion"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

The grass pavilion on the west side of the Liuxiang Bridge is open, and the mountain magpie comes at this time.

The wind strides to welcome the pine, and the wild birds are leisurely welcoming the guests back.

Recuperating the poor can send wine, and the joy of illness starts from the floating cup.

Willing to remember the warmth of the old family, Mei Lan is drunk with ink in the pen.

"Seven Laws: Autumn Miscellaneous Poems of Gengzi Year"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

The beautiful scenery in the field is full of flowers, which shows that the bees are busy collecting honey.

Mo Dao's friends are sorrowful, only because of the tears and tears.

Light clouds send guests greedy for new wine, good moon and autumn cowardice.

I want the end of the world to return to my hometown, and the green mountains are not old and crazy all my life.

Seven Laws of Apricot Garden

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

The apricot garden is deep and hidden, and the moonlight reflects the dragon hall in front of the flower.

The green lotus powder face contains red calyx, and the treasure mirror is dark and fragrant.

The cute yuan has no peach face and thin face, and he looks like he has long willow eyebrows.

used to be a candle shadow wind and clouds, and drunk with lovesickness.

"Seven Laws: Morning Wangjia Mountain"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

The green waves return to the heart to find the old tour, and the lotus fragrance calls the new continent.

יהוה, יהוה, יהוה.

Look at the world and the sky is in sight, and there is no worry about the still water on the day of difficulty.

The mountain flowers and wild grasses are still green, but the chickens gather at the head of the ridge.

"Seven Uniques: Wangguiling"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

The moon shines on the sky and the fragrance is first-class, and the rock stream is far away and the willows are smoky.

Looking at Guiling in the distance, the green is green, and the bullfighting is shot in the blue sea and clouds.

"Seven Uniques: Storytelling of Wealthy Families"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

豪门酒熟醉红裾,鬂发飘飘食有馀。

The night moon is empty and shallow, and the wind strings are accompanied by Yunshu.

"Seven Uniques: Autumn Reading"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

The mountains and rivers are excellent at reading, and the bamboo silk is full of horses.

Since ancient times, the talent has been vulgar and small, and the articles have not been reduced.

"Seven Uniques: Listening to Gusser"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

At the beginning of the cold night in the grass shallow cup, Emei is dense and rhymes.

In the autumn lanterns, the ancient music is not read.

"Seven Uniques: Frost and Moonlight"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

The plum buds are a few dark fragrances, and the snow reflects the end of the world full of plain light.

Regardless of the wind and cold, it attracts the girl to break her gut.

"Seven Uniques: Moonlit Night Gift"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

Picking chrysanthemums has been injured for many years, and thousands of branches are blocked outside the threshold.

It's hard to chase Lirui and get old, who knows Ye Luliang in the month?

I want the end of the world to return to my hometown, and the green mountains are not old and crazy all my life

Author: Jiang Bo, columnist of Reading Sleep Poetry Society, Lu family member of Ziyang City, Sichuan, certified poet of China Poetry Network Network, member of the Writers Association. He has published more than 1,600 poems, lyrics and other literary works in various literary newspapers, magazines and media platforms across the country. He is the author of more than 20 poems and collections, such as "Youth of the Passing Snow", "Drifting Bottle", "Green Plantains", "Love", "Poetry and Distance", "Passing Red Scarf", "Loneliness and Poetry", "Maple Leaves Are Red", "Dream Back to the Pastoral", "Foggy Rain and Late Autumn".

I want the end of the world to return to my hometown, and the green mountains are not old and crazy all my life

Face the sea and look for the light with your black eyes. Founded on November 16, 2015, the Poetry Club takes "speaking for grassroots poets" as its mission and promoting the "spirit of poetry" as its purpose, that is, the pursuit of truth, goodness and beauty of poetry, the artistic innovation of poetry, the spiritual pleasure of poetry, and the revelation of poetry to living life. He has published a collection of poems co-authored by poets, "Reading Selected Sleep Poems: Spring Warm Flowers" and "Reading Sleep Selected Poems: The Grass Grows and the Warbler Flies". Poetry friends have been working hard, the poetry club is forging ahead, constantly innovating, recommending excellent poems, producing high-quality poetry collections, reciting excellent works, recommending poets' works in various forms, so that more people can read excellent works and appreciate poetry culture, we are on the move!

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