Selected poems| when the road ahead is exhausted, the new spring hometown is two poems

"Seven Absolute Autumn Lotus Sunsets"

Text/Spring and Autumn

I want to think of returning, and the wild pond is idle and the sunset is faint.

The lotus flowers have run out of autumn wind, and the dead leaves are cherished by the evening glow.

"Seven Wonders: Remembering The Old Home"

Wen/Chuanba idler

Bacon pepper stew bitter melon, wattle kimchi on the river shrimp.

Fellow villagers will find the taste of home, and after drinking tea, they will accompany the sunset.

"Seven Absolute Moon Nights"

Text/Scaleless

The cold moon disturbs the cold dreams, and the sound of the moth is light and the singing is lingering.

Unconsciously drunk and affectionate, twisted into a poetic shadow of self-pity.

"The Year of the Seven Absolute Gengzi"

Text/Everest

The sunset was like embroidery, and the clouds and smoke were near the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Kyushu was shipwrecked as water, and mudslides flowed south of the river.

"Seven Absolutes: Early Autumn of Pinghu Lake"

Text/East Side

The westward slanting sun is harvested, and the peaceful lake is from the horizontal boat in the autumn evening.

The yellow leaves of the sycamore fall in the wind, and the chrysanthemums on the edges of the hedges are thick.

"Seven Laws of Autumn Feeling"

Text/Lee Ka Wing

WuYexiao overlooked the sunset and climbed the stairs to look at the blue sky.

Geese move from the north to the south, and people say their hometown in other places.

Baili Qiao Pine breezes the clouds, and the lake is full of cold water and autumn light.

In the poor infinite west wind, the verses are sung to break the intestines.

"Seven Laws of Dumeiling"

The thousand-year-old road is known as Meiguan, and the special scenery is between the miasma mountains.

Tigers and dragons fight for the battlefield, and clouds and lone geese break the sunset mountain.

The ancient trees of the deserted temple were not asked, and the plum blossoms of the inn were idle alone.

The grass and trees are deep and deep, and the painting building is long night and the moon is curved.

"Broken Formations, Suburban Feelings"

Text/Tianya is a tired guest

The shore willow happily bowed its head, and the brook flower stooped down.

Cicadas sing folk songs to hide green leaves, swallows cut the east wind into the white clouds. The orchard seedlings are divided.

It is difficult to wake up drunk and write, and the pain comes to sneer at the scars.

If you make clever words for poetry, you will not bother with human feelings. Qinglian does not occupy spring.

"Broken Line: Visiting Yanqiu"

Who sows sorrow in a place? The garden is full of red and green and difficult to harvest.

Lin Dark Sky is tired, and things are not loved by people. Sad in Goose Hill.

Thousands of miles of clouds store rain, and the Thousand Mountains Waterfall diverts.

Take a drunken chant from the wing dance, and open the dream window to the monthly reward. Early autumn.

"Broken Line: Si Jia"

Purple swallow lightly divided the shore willow, and the red chamber locked the spring light.

A sail is stained with rain, and the mountains of ten thousand clouds are used as walls. It's a long way to go.

Old hate idle cowardice, new short sideburns add frost.

The smoke of the east wind is not straight, and the shadow of the person is cool at dusk. Returning to your hometown in your dreams.

"Seven Laws in the Green Mountains"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

The green field bamboo pine is long, and I hold the green mountain like crazy.

What is it like to have rain and clouds? Windward swallow intends to open incense.

Hugh sighed and let go of the autumn moon, and only loved the Qingming broken goose frost.

BMW luxury cars have no way to go, people are not sword qi High Gang.

"Rhythm and Playing the Piano"

Playing the piano sounds good bath, do not remember the old eyebrows.

The horns are empty of birds, and the tide is falling from the ping.

The new word pours into the garden tree, and the singing moves the fairy pavilion.

Cui Ji Si Jia sentence, Yao Qiu turned miao ling.

Flying flowers draw leaves, and dance mirrors knot hearts.

Qu exhausted the people obliquely moon, Jiang Qiu saw the birthday star.

"Five Laws: Idle Walking in the Old Land"

The drunkard is half-snuggled, and the hedge flowers seem to have been lost.

Looking for the moon water, it is good to hear the grouse.

Day to swallow over the trees, when idle foggy creek.

Calm and humble, the momentum and fame are on the same level.

"Seven Absolute Nine Qu River Poems"

(i)

Danger is cold and cold, do not recite words, and explore the tiredness period of Vientiane.

It is difficult to go by Han Mohua nian, and the nine-qu tao plays bamboo branches.

(ii)

When the road ahead is exhausted, the new spring hometown is two poems.

It is difficult to rely on Han Mo to splash with the wind, and the nine-curved mind is too late for me.

"Five Laws: Mountain City Repatriation"

Listen to the birds this morning, and the music rhymes around the cloud city.

The road turns dark, and the spring contains butterfly dreams.

The inscription poem is finally lyrical, and the ink does not seek fame.

Like a horse of God, he laughs in this life.

"Five Laws : A Journey to Yancheng"

Heavenly travel to the dream home, near the water chewing spring xia.

Fortunately for Qiong Zhiying, I tasted the jade shoot buds.

Peach bracing purple cover, ancient willow lying red yarn.

Whoever sings and whoever comes to make peace should know that the flowers have been written.

"Five Laws , Lantern Festival Sending Haiwen "

Jiang Qing saw the truth, and the wild white was close to the spring.

The snow is quiet and plum, and the flowers are late and folded.

Sijun looked back on his dreams and slept alone all day.

The next life has never forgotten, once a former neighbor.

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!