"Original Poetry" Yan Conghuai | Writing poetry sense chant - ping ping servant into a new dream rhyme book fragrance drunk me stupid

Seven Absolutes - Writing Poetry

(i)

Self-seeking elegance and joyful poetry, drunk and foolish in front of the window under the lamp.

Learn the sea and sail to the other shore, and find new knowledge on the road of shushan.

(ii)

The Yangtze River rolls to the east, and the years are like songs.

The old man still pursues his dreams and writes poems to be a ploughing cow.

(iii)

Bai Shou thought of Li Dushi, and the old man was seventy years old and curious.

Ping Ping has become a new dream, and the charm of books is intoxicating me.

(iv)

The book house chased after dozens of autumns, sailing to learn the sea without stopping.

Seek knowledge and then take the road of shushan, and climb to the top of the poetry peak without end.

(5)

White-haired feelings are always poetry, and the world knows the romance of life.

The book house is as beautiful as jade, and the sentence is silent day and night.

(6)

Three more lights five more chicken, bright moon book fragrance with ancient rarity.

Fascinated by Li Du, Tang Shi drunk me to the morning light.

(vii)

Single-mindedly chasing dreams in this dynasty, climbing to the top of the book mountain is not tired of heights.

The wise men are truly respectable, and the poetic heart is always in love.

(viii)

Do not fall into the clouds of Zhi Yijian, the sunset urges me to add more whips.

Three more always accompanied by the west window moon, happy to use poetry to warm the tip of the pen.

(IX)

Flying white feathers fell on the veranda, and the cold air invaded the body all night.

Holding the text in her hand, Mei entered the poem from the window.

(x)

When the white head lamented his youth, he made up for the youth before it was too late.

Learn haishu mountain thinking enterprising, devote yourself to poetry and hard rhetoric.

(xi)

Seventy people are happy to write and cultivate, and there are books in the West Window Room.

The old man painstakingly composed poems and left Dan Xin to offer sweat and youth.

Fishing Song Zi - Write poetry and groan

Do not dye red dust and wait for idleness, three more looking at the moon to ask what year?

Si Li Du, pray to the former sages. Poetry chanted drunkenly.

About the Author

Yan Conghuai, male, born in 1952, was the vice chairman of the Hefei Municipal Committee of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference, and has published 5 books (including one poetry anthology).