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【Nine Machines • Mid-Autumn Festival】
Du Yu cried out, and talked deeply about the nine machines.
Tourists are partial to the reunion night, picking autumn incense without asking home.
A machine. Autumn color of the garden terrace is retired from the cicada clothes.
Xiao Xiao Ginkgo Ginkgo Frost Tears.
Xuan Lang reclining, book fragrant pillow, love to see the yellow leaves.
Two machines. Twilight blows through the water clouds.
Slanting a touch of west wind drunk.
How to come cyclamen, flute sounds to send, give me flowers to appreciate words.
Three machines. Wild Ying dots with Dan Kui.
Quiet trails who will.
Several dynasties flourished, several dynasties declined, and they were found to be lightly fragrant.
Four-sheet machine. The green shirt has no intention of tripping the south branch.
The sparse bushes conceal the new cold buds.
The pavilion is independent, partial to the cold, can be known by butterflies.
Five sheet machine. Spring peaches fall into mud early.
Rouge blood clotting.
The painting hall is withered, no one applauds, and the lonely and proud posture is frosty.
Six machines. Wooden boat lightly on the evening lotus pond.
Frequently tease the double red carp.
Leaning over halfway, residual waves wet sleeves, green water ripples.
Seven machines. Break open the jade cake and crush the ice crust.
Smoke and mist.
At the invitation of the concubine, the lake pavilion drank at night, sucking the crab paste fat.
Eight sheet machines. The East Fence will recall the pottery poem.
It's hard to ask about the pumping.
The years grind away, the hesitation is still the same, and the bronze mirror sighs green silk.
Nine machines. Relying on the building in a few places to provoke homesickness.
Mid-Autumn Flower Wine adds melancholy.
The clouds are hanging in the desert, the geese are singing outside, and the bright moon is flying alone.
Stop the cup. The feast ended and separated.
Cause and effect are the most incalculable.
The letterhead wanted to be sent, but I didn't know what to say, but I only said a word.
Return date. It's even harder to mention that it's far from being undecided.
That's a good pile of scenery.
The reeds are all over the shore, the cocoons are everywhere, and the side mala is long.
Wandering a que nine-sheet machine, the plucked strings sound into the dream late.
Tonight Chan Juan's pity continues, and Shan Shan lights up a few people.
From the heart, cool taste.
【Partridge Day • White Dew】
Shoot the floor wind sassy evening tong. Dry and thin and cold.
Wandering the corridor is thoughtless, fiddling with the flow of the piano is not endless.
Clouds are curtained, and the moon is rare. The residual lights are hazy.
Cool autumn dew drips from the window, leaving a deep dream with the night clock.
【Koshigeyama ・White Dew】
Autumn rain is a strong autumn flavor. Silk cool into the bed, roller blinds heavy.
The garden terrace tong is thin and hides the traces of cicadas. Whisper, whisk off a few bushes.
Look up at the vault. The mood is difficult to play, pay the sadness.
The white colt dog hates hurrying. I am not young, I am afraid that my dreams are dusty.
【Mulberry picking・ Autumn Equinox】
The autumn wind cut off the residual lotus shadow and colded the Mandarin duck.
Silenced the pond. The evening willows love to make cream.
After dusk, the Tianyi Corridor Garden was sent to the slanting sun.
Lean on Changguang. Day and night return to two equal lengths.
【Bu Operator • Autumn Equinox】
The yellow leaves fall silently, and the west wind trees are twisted.
Climb up the stone platform alone and drift towards the clouds.
The mountains and rivers reflect the cold sun, and the frost road is in autumn.
Calculate where to return home, and the geese stay for me.
【Yulou Spring • Cool】
Liu Dao man riding village night quiet. Endless haze piles hide moon shadows.
Drifting autumn leaves wood bridge yellow, few falling dim lights wind sleeves cold.
Half-Que Acacia Long Day Chant. Yong adds annoyance to the heart.
The rivers and lakes are not by people, and the years are never too thin and fortunate.
【Mulberry picking・Cool】
The stars are dim and the moon is dark, and the frost is stained.
Lu Li's clothes are stained. Clear water clouds and cold autumn.
Crazy cup half a day people are emaciated, walking is also embarrassing.
It is also embarrassing to stay. Drunkenness is the most bitter and salty in the heart.
【Slow voice • Farewell】
The frost day is foggy, the dawn is just beginning, and it is difficult to rest in the twilight rain.
The lights are dim and the moon is half hidden.
The bag is more provocative, lingering, thin willow folding.
Autumn wind, full of sadness, cold and depressed season.
The mood gradually surged, there was no word, and the song was dark and long.
Frowning, waving goodbye to each other.
Although I know that the return date can be expected, I still miss it like snow.
Alone road, far away from the hometown, cherished and cut.
【Fixed Storm】
The Ginkgo Biloba Causeway reflects the water. Last night's autumn rain festival remnants of the lotus.
It is difficult to open the fog on the river in the clear color, scramble for the ferry, and the early fishing boats in the sound of the wind and waves.
The morning light of the cold house shakes the chrysanthemum shadow, slightly cold, and the white frost and yellow bud are the most pitiful.
Pick the dew branches lightly pull up the sleeves, whisk your hands, and leave the incense all over the room with books.
【Nangoko • Morning Thought】
The clouds disperse the morning sun. Autumn silk into the passenger compartment.
The pillow was half-drooping and dreaming, pushing the window. Han Ju hid a little frost.
What a mess. Give your mind to longevity.
Strange on the perching goose shadow, empty. Lonely traveled alone to a distant hometown.
【Linjiangxian • Listen to the rain at dusk】
The distant mountains cut off the hazy fog, and the dusk listens to the rain by the window.
The sound of jade beads jumping frog pond.
In the evening, the lotus is still covered, and the clouds are gradually cooling.
Tingzhou pu reeds surround the water pavilion, and flying gulls and herons into pairs.
Lou Ting took care of Qiu Tang.
The falling flowers are stained with white feathers, and the mud palms are full of fragrance.
【Linjiangxian】
Loneliness pushed away the three more moons, and the window sill fell with clear light.
The inky clouds of the dead crow returned.
Leaning on the building to listen to the bamboo language, raising his eyes to fly with fear.
The Tao is how many regrets there are in life, and it is difficult to return time.
Only do not teach this heart to violate.
Indifferent to honor and humiliation, unintentional right and wrong.
【Linjiangxian • Drunken】
Take advantage of the good night to invite spirits, and the cups are full of sorrow.
My mind was racing.
The world is unpredictable, and the personnel has several vicissitudes.
Persistent teenagers are often willful, and love will break through the south wall.
Idle singing maniacs.
The end of the world is on horseback, and the dream of fighting swords is boundless.
【2018 Beijing Marathon】
The autumn light shines brightly, and the flag of Tiananmen Square is raised.
Greeting the red sun, the breeze and the grass are long.
The groaning dome chased the falcon geese and sang the song of the whale phoenix.
Humble young and unkind, when the teaching of life is endowed with regret.
【2018 Hengshui Marathon】
The teenager dreamed of flying, and took up his bag and went far away.
Jidi heard more about Hao Jiewei, and Henghu Lake saw the long waves.
Qianwei Mountain is like Angtian Road, and wanli clouds and carp dance Chiyang.
If the horse is blessed with his life, he will pay the cold blood.
Poet Profile
Lin Yihan, a poetry lover, is currently working in the Yanqing District People's Court of Beijing, a member of the Legal Poetry Society and the Wild Grass Poetry Society.
Poetic view: poetry out of the original, etymological temperament.
The poems are charming, and the words are short and long
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