Author: Wan Xiwen (Qingdao)
Seven Laws Late Spring
When the wind blows the farmer, Weng Yu brings some beans and melons.
Singing together willow is like wine, and the peach shadow is like tea.
The bee is tired of picking the sare, and the swallow is alone and has a dream.
The sound of the cuckoo urges the old, and the day is worried about who will continue to plant mulberry hemp.
Seven Laws Aoshan Wei Xinyin
The mountains hug the water and reflect the eastern sky, and the beautiful scenery is full of gulls and herons.
Introduce the phoenix apricot altar tung tree planting, and the subway wave of the city is announced.
The clouds drift in the valley to cover the shadow of the building, and the tide swells on the causeway and blows the willow smoke.
Gu Wei has not left traces, and he will lead the way with the times.
Seven Laws Li Qingzhao chanted
Young Ming Lake is the beginning of jade, fresh and graceful.
In troubled times, the husband reads, and the words are the national exercises of the brocade calligrapher.
Thin chrysanthemum has been passed down for a hundred years, and the fragrance is comparable to three Cao.
Yi An vomits true sex after drinking, and the talented woman is unparalleled who is taller.
Seven Laws The grass groans
A lifetime of silent dreams is endless, and the spring field is home.
Don't admire the apricot branches stretching the bright stamen, only the partners spit out the new shoots.
The cows and sheep are strong in the wind, and the dew is covered by water and soil.
I like the autumn light to promote the ripening of seeds, and I am happy to leave future generations to continue to live.
The author is Wan Xiwen, a native of Jimo, Qingdao, a college student, and retired from the train depot of Qingdao West Railway Station.
Editor: Li Xunxiu/Song Xianlin/Xu Wenhe Editorial Department of Qingyanwei Literature