Selected poems| a miserable night, three more tears few people know

"Qing Ping Le Chun Si"

Text/Lee Ka Wing

Outside the curved railing, where is the red medicine now?

The years have passed in a hurry, and only the green mountains have not changed.

Where did Yan Laiyan go, asking him who sent the words?

There is only one round of bright moon, and I don't know how much acacia.

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Text/North Sheep

Leisurely a drunken red dust, bamboo rhymes flowers and birds speak new.

Water Pavilion Terrace hand fishing, FuQinsi far away from the beauty.

"Like a Dream Order"

Text/Chen Zhengliang

There are thousands of worries in the heart, only for the end of the world.

Still remembering that year, Yanagishita Yichun gong.

Yunchong, yunchong, don't feel the west wind secretly sending.

"Spring Scene"

Text/Spring and Autumn

The canola flowers bloom all over the ground, and the sound of partridges is deep in spring.

A year of good times will go, and sorrowful guests will share this by whom.

Text/East Side

A miserable night was spent thin, and three more tears were known to several people.

The lone lamp is reflected in the west window, and the empty pillow is cool and late to dream.

"A Cut of Plum Watching the Sunset"

Text/Bitter tea leaves a fragrance

Sadly go upstairs to watch the sunset, beautiful girl, light red makeup.

With a love pulse, a dream, a ray of inspiration, quite thought-provoking.

Autumn moon fang condensed frost, lingering soft intestines, cold lotus pond.

Looking back, I didn't see the young man, just like the ocean, reading all the vicissitudes.

《Mountaineering View》

Text/etc

A mountain is low, a jungle and a bird roosting.

A grass and a flower wind, a cloud shu rolled a cloud.

《Qingming LouShan Pass》

Text/Zhang Jianping

Jinyu Fei run bishan, thousands of peaks and mist.

The flowers gradually fall along the forest road, and the young leaves begin to flood the river bay.

In the past, the Long March was the first victory, and now the war and epidemic of the DPRK show a new look.

The Qingming Festival swept away the remembrance of the distance, and the spirit of the hero was raised to the Spirit Pass.

Partridge Sky

Text/Cold Air

The reclining bridge railing looks in all directions, and the water flowing in the west reflects the slanting sun.

The sparkling reed buds are short, and the willow leaves are long.

Unforgettable, think hard. A few more stories sideburns into frost.

Spring wind peach plum thousand cups less, pick up the mood to pack the bag.

"Night by the Lake"

The willow smoke stained the lake, and the water surface was clear without waves.

Frog drums are accompanied by the sound of the old song around the gallery pavilion.

"Seven Absolutes: Looking for Early Plums"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

The water on the edge of the Xiaowu River is slim, and the cold star is lonely and sends the sun.

Frost's long-distance search for the Lord, man dance branches to send tuberose.

"Seven Absolutes and Homecoming"

The fairy wind passed by as frantically as possible, and the crane shadow laughed and the moon was cool.

The night candle is deep and poetic, and the spring mud lies quietly and incense.

"Seven Absolutes, Lyric Plum"

Ji Cui contains the fragrance of English grass leaves, and the flowers are jealous of the rain with red makeup.

Why should the snow come to the sky, a smile of the cold wind brocade.

"Seven Absolute Sea Journeys II"

(i)

Fluttering willows send the journey, brilliant flying flowers lead to water.

The immortal family under the moon trembled heavily, and the spring was deep enough to the sea to sue Fang's name.

(ii)

A piece of Danxia connected to the old city, and a thousand mountain ranges listened to the sound of the waves.

Knowing that dreams disturb this time and month, I do not live up to the king's heart to send late feelings.

"Seven Laws of Lan Ting's Sorrows"

Jiangcun is troubled by everything, and the moon and night are quiet and affectionate.

The small trees are free in spring, and the high branches are self-evident after fog.

A thousand mountains about the road ahead, a path to find the creek zhuang old city.

Who is visible at Monzeland Pavilion? The peaks and peaks are not alarmed.

Facing the sea, look for light with black eyes. Founded on November 16, 2015, the Poetry Club takes "giving voice to grassroots poets" as its mission and carries forward the "spirit of poetry" as its purpose, that is, the pursuit of the truth, goodness and beauty of poetry, the artistic innovation of poetry, and the spiritual pleasure of poetry. He has published a collection of poems co-authored by poets, "Spring Warm Blossoms of Reading Sleeping Poems" and "Grass Long Warblers Flying in Reading Sleeping Poems". The poets work tirelessly, the poetry club forges ahead, constantly innovates, recommends excellent poems, produces high-quality poetry collections, recites excellent works, recommends poets' works in various forms, lets more people read excellent works, appreciates poetry culture, we are on the move!