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Li Lin, a poet of the Chufeng Poetry Society of Hubei Province, is a poet of the "Double Push Achievements" of the Chufeng Poetry Society

Li Lin, a poet of the Chufeng Poetry Society of Hubei Province, is a poet of the "Double Push Achievements" of the Chufeng Poetry Society

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Li Lin, a poet of the Chufeng Poetry Society of Hubei Province, is a poet of the "Double Push Achievements" of the Chufeng Poetry Society
Li Lin, a poet of the Chufeng Poetry Society of Hubei Province, is a poet of the "Double Push Achievements" of the Chufeng Poetry Society

About the Author

Li Lin, born in October 1964. A native of Wuhan, Hubei Province, he is currently a director of the Hubei Chinese Poetry Society and the deputy secretary-general of the Sanqu Branch of the Hubei Chinese Poetry Society. His works have been scattered in "Chinese Poetry", "China Poetry Network", "China Scattered Songs", "Chinese Women's Scattered Songs", "Hubei Poetry", "Shuyu", and new paper and online media such as People's Network and Guangming Network.

Li Lin, a poet of the Chufeng Poetry Society of Hubei Province, is a poet of the "Double Push Achievements" of the Chufeng Poetry Society

Five laws

New Year’s Day

The sting is shocking, and the grass is like a grass after the frost.

The continent is warm and happy, and the sails can be hung.

Buds smoke three petals dream, plum send Wanjia spring.

Years of gold and black disease, years of white hair.

Moon

Admire the moon on the pavilion, clear and full of Heron Island.

The mirror is like a mirror, and the flute music is like a hook.

Junfu Millennium Gui, I title a leaf autumn.

There is no word in the shooting column, and the number of pens is light.

Wing Bamboo

Snow quenches the clouds, frost invades the moon.

Reflect the window a thousand words, gushing green side of the pool.

Lu Lu tian was worried, and Guan Shan was dreaming.

The clear tone is harmonious and bitter, and only the heart knows.

Wing Lu

The sparse hedge is dewy, and the pearly grass is sweet.

Fragrant with sleeves, clear light dripping bamboo town.

Clean and dust-free, quiet to make guests feel at ease.

Dotted with mountain flowers, peaceful and full of picture screens.

Wing Kwai (New Rhyme)

Yao Gong Shu Guang, Shi Lu Tu Fang Fei.

The birds smell fragrant, and the bees bring them home.

Lu hua makeup is beautiful, and the charm is clear.

Spring light dyeing is not allowed, and the autumn moon is used as a medium.

Li Lin, a poet of the Chufeng Poetry Society of Hubei Province, is a poet of the "Double Push Achievements" of the Chufeng Poetry Society

Seven laws

Wing Chun

There is no need for the Qing Emperor to arrange it carefully, and autumn twilight is persistent.

Sai Xue Ling Frost adds pride to the bone, such as the Immortal Qing Lu Qi.

Embrace the incense Pengze Songjun companion, save the Cui East Fence Bi Moon Cut.

Ya yin white clothes frequently wet wine, youmeng rioters drink Xialai.

Wing Liu

The willows complained about the cold, and the plain practice had no heart to shadow themselves.

Reduce the spring Rongzhou is not tied, comb the long moon and sleepless night.

The autumn wind gradually tightens and flies far away, and the blue eyes often hang in front of the water.

Mo sighed that there were few confidants in the dust road, but everything followed the fate.

Autumn thoughts

The oblique sun is faint and green, and the reeds are dipped in the afterglow.

A red leaf gull fanned down, and a few strands of acacia geese returned.

Last year's Long Causeway people's money, now Xiaoqu Xie Liu Yiyi.

Hesitate but see the rapids of the river, the timing is hurried and cannot be violated.

life

Time and yin are like camel horses, staggering forward timidly.

The past floats and clouds are more dreams, and new words are clumsy and lazy.

The color of the grass is still amazing, and the silent life does not count years.

There is only one round of Canghai Moon, and at the end of spring and autumn, the old face is changed.

Li Lin, a poet of the Chufeng Poetry Society of Hubei Province, is a poet of the "Double Push Achievements" of the Chufeng Poetry Society

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Water tune song head dedicated to the 100th anniversary of the founding of the Party

Tianque was drunk at night, afraid of missing a spring. Willing to throw ke axe, go east to Huaxia to make meritorious achievements. Control the majestic four poles, Gtuo jagged nine universes, arrogance and green clouds. There are thousands of autumn paintings on the chest, and the wind objects are in red dust.

Visit the craftsman, visit the sky eye, and patrol the sea house. At jiufanggao, the years have not lived up to hard work. In the dream, the east wind is peach and plum, and the Wuling Sangmo outside the window is victorious. Stay until the day of the clouds, and the blue blood will be clean.

Qinyuan Spring Snow

Jade shavings, six out of qiongtian, whitewashed materials. Look at the dust wrapped, a thousand trees, willow cotton all over the field, wild flying leaves. Lonely long sky, vast earth, washed away the floating dust and overlooked the four ends. Spring returns? The day is thousands of miles, turning over the green stream.

Dark Spring Manna Cooking Tea. Cooking idiotic dreams and drunken Hakka. Remembering the youth of the countryside, the hong mud trail, the stars are a few points, and the first bloom is new. Jasper red silk, thin branches and thin shadows, lying snow with ice can be boasted. Flowing years change, sighing wind and frost stained sideburns, plum snow flawless.

Man Tingfang re-ascended the Yellow Crane Tower

Nine Sects of Yanjin, Baiyun Metropolis, towering Si Lou. Meal wind and rain, experience a river and autumn. Remembering the past for ten years as neighbors, the stars and the moon are changed, and the phases are silky. Climb to the top again, the sunset lone bird, the skyline to send off the boat.

The clouds are wide, the waves meet the cranes, and the waves send the tide. Magpie bridge, turtle and snake hand in hand leisurely swimming. Jimu Qianhu Eight Towns, Tong jiuyu, orbital cloud. Listen to the years, sonorous gongs and drums, and compete to cross the wind.

Dark Incense

Smoke condensed Yu Mo, look at the jade calyx, purple even incense. Dancing in the sun, half smearing eyebrow makeup and half shyness. Wake up Dongjun to tell, said yes, once lonely. Lung poisoning, cold rain and cold aroma, deserted path quiet.

Multinational, mutual blame. Even the drums of the lips roared, the ChuTian plague. Fortunately, good strategy, clever hand Dan heart to save the crisis. Dig a well and red spring to save the world, protect the flowers of jiangcheng as before. Er years to go, spring ridge, drums play flute.

Magpie Tread Branch Welcome Spring

Magpies flutter outside the window, what is noisy, what is back for a long time. A bunch of plum incense sniffs again, and the spring light is full of fragrant branches.

Leaning on the railing lotus steps teasing, graceful na yun dress, graceful na colorful willow. The sun and the moon often borrow wine, and the face of the people is still the same.

Qiluoxiang Spring Rain (Tongyun)

From Weicheng, looking for incense and strange accommodation, Cui di Fangzhou Nanpu. It is delicate and delicate. Sprinkle away, don't worry, hold the spring sniff, lean on the red snuggle tree. Don't hinder it, take advantage of the flowering period, and get drunk at will.

Colorful ten miles of fragrant snow, swaying a curtain of dreams, containing smoke and fog. Ink is full of ink, printed and dyed apricots and peaches. More watering, ridge wheat field mulberry, Mega Year, Wo Domain Kangfu. Rising streams and springs, people in the mountains, and the pillars of the brocade.

Li Lin, a poet of the Chufeng Poetry Society of Hubei Province, is a poet of the "Double Push Achievements" of the Chufeng Poetry Society

Cool Acacia Fall Red

How young is Willow Bank? Begonia sprinkles, rouge rain. Xiang Fangmo searched for it one after another. The moss path is slippery and thoughtless. The road is far away and there is no clue.

Stacked and indulged, let go, like a kite. Asking no reason for the silent twilight of spring, the bees picked up and flew to Nanpu. The warbler roared and flew to Nanpu.

Jinghe Hou Xiaoqiong Professor "LinjiangXian East Lake Visiting Mei"

The sun is warm on the shore of the lake, and the companions are like a spring breeze. Who plays the plum flute moves the clear face. Sprinkle in search of elegant rhymes, chants and clear skies.

Mei Doufang's heart is delicate, and the song of the warbler is gentle and passionate. The water flow is hazy. Pass the cup of flowers to drink together, and the pen is drunk and fragrant.

Waves and sand and frost descend to the top

Gui Bo Oblique Sun, a golden yellow. Drenched in drunken ink sprinkled in the ocean. A landscape painting of a lake is dyed and hung in the sky.

Sunset is homesick and sad. Ascending to the heights, there is nowhere to say new cool, the young girl knows that I am a guest, accompanying me.

Picking mulberries and Jiangnan reminiscences

Butterfly dreams of Hongqiao crossing, Hanhai love, Hanhai love. Looking at each other without words in the bright moon.

Murmuring swallows Sui Causeway Road, willow and onion, willow and onion. Looking at the end of the world, the snow is lost.

Butterfly Love Flower Mid-Autumn Festival

Haoyue was empty and the people were not sleeping, and the silver han was blue in the sky, and they saw all the red dust. Cold and warm self-aware without remorse, shallow chanting low singing sweet and sour.

Smiling arrogant wind frost sideburns, slow twisting and flicking, the Tao is a soft intestine system. When the song is drunk, it feels tired.

Bu operator lotus pond moon color

The night of the kamakura moon is slightly cool, and the curved shore lights are lost. The wind sends hibiscus incense, and the mandarin residence lotus pond shadow.

The moon's shadow lingers, reuniting with the psychic stem. An acre of lake light is not stained with dust, or can it be troublesome?

Tasha Line Yong Phalaenopsis Orchid

Chu Chu Xian Zi, slim jade neck. Light makeup shakes the shadow. It is unbearable to be noisy in spring, and it is cold in three winters when the flowers bloom.

Independent west wind, tim fragrant winter xing. Butterflyless Dream Qingfeng Gong. The lonely bamboo window is cold, and the dancing red dust is beautiful.

Yu Meiren Yi Yangzhou

The spring breeze does not dispel the clouds, and listens to the sound of rain and sighs. Jiangnan Beixu has been years, and only Zhen Yin has dreamed of five more cruel.

The smoke willows of Hongqiao are light and light, and the painting song is still graceful. The mirror flower and the water moon changed the zhu face, but where the jade people were alone.

Li Lin, a poet of the Chufeng Poetry Society of Hubei Province, is a poet of the "Double Push Achievements" of the Chufeng Poetry Society

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【Zhonglu Mantingfang】 Picturesque East Lake

Green ripples, residual lotus golden willows, cold ridge green plums. Ask who borrowed Danqing pen and smeared thin and even fat. A point of beauty, left in the heron embankment. A few sails, hanging to the rainbow. At the fence, flowers flutter and leaves fly, and color ink dyes the pool.

【Main Palace Parrot Song】 Visit the ruins of Genjoto

The Millennium Palace Que Empty Pillar. Lonely cold geese go around the eagle. With the spring and autumn grass and trees withering. (Ren) The fierce horse hissed. 【幺】 The years are slow and the moon is cold and the stars are thin, and there are more than one characters. Xi Zhutai jin tent bowed, falling rope in the place of decay.

【Main Palace - Parrot Song】 Golden Lotus River

The Golden Lotus Fairy luan river dwells, accompanied by the statue of the King's Father. Watch the time finely carved moss marks, sprinkled with a variety of flowers and rain. [幺] Recall that in the past, BMW carved a saddle and grabbed the emperor's luan. Xi Jin's asanos are full of people, and their drunken eyes are in the beauty of the flower field.

【Masamiya Parrot Song】 Unforgettable horsehead piano

Shi Peng invites Jin Lian to live, where the father of heaven is born. The horse head qin was full of immortal sounds, drunk with flower field silk rain. 【幺】 The emotional horse hissed, and could not bear to return to the guests. To be separated tears are hazy, do not far away from the sound of the piano hidden.

【Masamiya Parrot Song】 The Milky Way is in the grassland

The Milky Way swung at the golden lotus, as if listening to the magpies and fairy tales. Look at Ao Bao Feng Yi Luan Xiang, envy the cow lang fairy. Sigh long days cold and cold night, lonely companions who talk about going. Suan Jia looked forward to the good time, and said goodbye to the ancient ferry in the shadows.

【Zhonglu. Hillside sheep] Prairie horseback riding

The body is hanging, the heart is hanging. Deng'an was also afraid of popping up. The legs moved, the horses shuttled, and the concentration held their breath and turned over. Zemayang whipped me up. Cloud, pick half a flower. Kasumi, pick half a flower.

【Zhonglu Drunken Song】Country Summer (Rhyme)

Drum cheeks forget tired frogs, diving hippie boys, countryside summer suns hanging down, cool pond teasing!

Li Lin, a poet of the Chufeng Poetry Society of Hubei Province, is a poet of the "Double Push Achievements" of the Chufeng Poetry Society

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