Appeal to the heartfelt feelings, read poems and even feelings
Text/The end of the world is a tired guest
The poet is not bitter and long-lasting, and he is a hero. Where is the dream broken tonight, the rooster crows at the fifth watch.
The day rains, the rain follows the wind, and the flowers fall red. A hero, a peerless beauty, defeated by a fisherman.
Appeal to the heart, read you
Text/The end of the world is a tired guest
The breeze swept the window, and it rained tonight. The bell has hypnized you several times, and it is difficult to read your dreams.
One word, pay three strings, and sing who before. The water waves are smiling, and the catkins are stained, and it has been a long time.
Appeal to the heart, stay in Sanya
Text/The end of the world is a tired guest
At the end of the world, colorful sails are floating, and gulls and herons are sweeping the waves. The sparse coconut divides the slanting sun, and the geese in the sky are high.
The sandy shore is wide, the laughter is delicate, and the drunken Qiong Yao. Jingling autumn dream, who wakes people up, a pillow of light tide.
Appeal to the heartfelt and tired of the customer
Text/The end of the world is a tired guest
There is no way to eliminate this situation, and the words are painted wildly. He has read a book a hundred times and thousands of times, but there is no dream.
The body is like a flocculent, the wine is often sold, who do you want to help! Birds fly and fish jump, the tide rises, and the rivers and lakes are afraid.
Appeal to the heartfelt and poor
Text/The end of the world is a tired guest
The township lookout is a smoke, and the heart is full of feelings. The wind and clouds at the head of the building are surging, and the birds are speechless.
Yangliuan, Xiaofeng Tian, what year is it. Dream back to wake up, wake up sad, back to worry about money.
Appeal to the heart, Winter Moon 15
Text/The end of the world is a tired guest
The green mountains want to sew the sky, and the full moon is round for whom. The clouds do not go down to Jiangdong, and they turn into smoke in a blink of an eye.
The stars are visible, the spectrum is difficult to fill, and the night is sleepless. The chrysanthemum frost is cold, the geese are lonely, and the wine is turbid and fried.
Author: Yang Shengli, male. Pseudonym Tianya Yi Ti Ke, 65 years old. A native of Tianmen, Hubei. Member of Anhui Poetry Society. Member of the editorial board of the Elite Dictionary of Contemporary Chinese Studies. He has published more than 300 poems in more than 20 newspapers and periodicals, such as "Wencui", "Tianmen Literature and Art", "Literary Circle", "Central Plains Poetry", "Poetry World", "New Poetry", "Changjiang Poetry Union", "Zhongying Culture Daily", "Yangtze River Poetry Newspaper", "Sun Poetry Magazine", "Qiulin Poetry Magazine", "Western Writers" and "Chinese Ancient Rhyme". His poems have been compiled into a variety of poetry collections. He has won many awards in national poetry competitions.
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!