Selected poems| life is difficult to understand, worthy of the poetry name Liyue Lou

"Like a Dream, Thinking of the Past"

Text/East Side

Trails to explore the willows. Take a leisurely walk to visit friends.

A song of broken intestines, rolling red dust thinking about the old.

Not long. Not long. Flower road silent people thin.

"Seven Untitled"

Text/East Side

A miserable night of flowers fell, and the grass color of the half window was new.

The distant mountains are stacked with green clouds and smoke, and the apricots and white peaches are colorful.

"Spring Snow"

Text/Spring and Autumn

One

The wind and cold lights are still warm in spring, and the dust is also shocking.

Sigh longyuan changeable, prosperous if good to wait for Qingming.

Two

The sand and dust are everywhere and the snow is scattered, and the pear blossoms are even more frightening.

Standing away from the song and waving, Xiao Xiao gradually drifted away from the sound of horses.

Three

The dust lasted for three days, and one snow reached ten thousand gold.

Sweep away the dirt, fanghua dew original heart.

"Spring Tour to Begonia Garden"

Text/Star not Star

The east wind is gentle and soft begonia branches, like snow like a xia leading butterflies to chase.

Flying flowers are suspected to be dreams, and there are people who are stupid everywhere.

"Strange Kasuga"

Text/etc

The countryside is strangely changed into new makeup, strong and delicate.

A foot of mud fragrance with rhyme, comfortable to watch the butterfly dance long.

"Spring"

Text/Zhang Jianping

A tree of peach edge mystery drunk, a thousand mountain pear plum lead bees to fly.

Ethereal or singing new birds, look down at the creek bridge willow green.

"Mu Chun"

Text/Zhang Jianping

Spring does not go out of the house to live up to the flowers, and the bucket room cup new wine is sandy.

Apricot eyes are fishy blue finch, cherry leaves purple orchid.

"Jinchun"

Text/Zhang Jianping

Yu Yusheng Rize Mountain Depression, Wan Zi QianHong Jing Qianhua.

Rolling pines recognize the tree, and the stumps are full of new shoots.

"Nangoko Spring Feeling"

Text/Lee Ka Wing

Old scores are newly filled. Shallow low singing drunk sleep.

The bottom thing is a spring and a sad day. Thin.

Only for the Iraqis to be separated for a long time.

"Sixteen Character Orders, Cherishing Flowers"

Text/Lee Ka Wing

The wind, why destroy the flowers in the drizzle.

Stop, don't let the branches be empty.

"Sixteen Character Orders, Wangjiang"

Text/Lee Ka Wing

The river, bypassing the mountains like hometown.

Looking east, infinite thoughts.

"Meet"

Text/Lee Ka Wing

The hotel meets for a glass of wine, and the time moves to two sides.

Hometown customs and things are like reminiscences, how many feelings are dreaming back.

"Extreme Lovesickness and Sense of Time"

Text/Lee Ka Wing

Don't come to the age of the horse, the wind and things move and groan.

Low wandering past, leaning on the building to feel the sigh, an arrow of time.

The red sleeves should read me affectionately, show incense sticks, and write away from the placket.

By the blue screen window, pious palms, deep love for the moon.

"Five Laws , Lantern Moon "

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

The long pavilion was worried, and the green leaf rain came to plot.

The geese are far away from the sky to find the way, and the bridge floats the moon to explore the boat.

Spring breeze flutters jade wisps, twilight looks at the silver hook.

The beauty in the mirror is old, and the acacia dreams of swimming by herself.

"Five Laws: The Night of the Lantern"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

The lonely city is full of sorrow, and the wind and candles are soft.

Pillow dreamed of listening to the bridge magpie, and the qin chanted to the jade building.

The clouds are in the sky, and the shadow in the mirror is hanging down.

On the night of the Lantern Festival in Shudi, He Zeng stayed all day.

"Seven Laws : Winter Moon"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

Eun Mei is feminine and the evening wind is cruel, and the dancing sleeves are double flying jade Yu Han.

The years burn incense to dispel the snow, and the morning and dusk sweep the leaves to the sun.

Ordinary pan wine is shy, is it a hairpin flower hugging Menglan?

In the morning twilight, the clouds and waves shattered, and the song was sent to jun huan.

"Seven Laws of Drinking Coffee and Giving Away the Jade Girl's Small Table"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

The wind and rain dew white clouds are busy, and a smile and flowers fly to the evening.

I felt sentimental and biased, and Fang was shocked to grow old and incense.

Why should we envy the immortal language, there is no need to pity the jade female makeup.

I admit that my family has ancient intentions, and I am deeply indebted and arrogant.

"Seven Laws and The Poetry of the End of the Year"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

Immortal Male talent is in his prime, and his heart is clear and thin.

The madness of chivalry returned to the Lan Room, and the smiling and proud wanderer sent the painting ship.

Fu Li Yin Shu Zun Gu Zhu, Song Dao Yi Near Xinquan.

The poem is accompanied by a broad heart, and a stroke of surprise to the world's immortals.

"The Poetry of the Year of the Pai Lu And The Year of The Self-

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

Wanting to send the Immortal Mountain to the five states, it was only after the Spring and Autumn period of shu Dao that it was shocking.

Where to return to the floating loess, old age is still strong and blue.

Too liquid wind smoke has bones, Penglai Han mo is not soft?

Chu Ping Rui Qi waved his gift and did his best to fight the sword tour of red dust.

Dreaming of lovesickness is drunk, leaning on the fence not to hate to add more sorrow.

Invite the wine cloud to connect the road, and the guest line is full of snow.

It may not be the appearance of the prophet Jinya, but it has been a companion of the jade ring.

Life is difficult to understand, worthy of the poetry name Liyue Lou.

"Seven Laws: Where the Pearl Dreams"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

Green willows and green bamboo draperies, the journey of the old crane crossing the river returns.

The lonely pavilion wood is full of people, and the birds in the half-ridge wind are rare.

Under the moon, incense is poured with frozen wine, and the mirror is jealous of spring clothes in front of the lamp.

The pearl dreams of knowing where, and the mist and rain crystal curtain are waiting for the geese to fly.

"Xi Jiang Yue Xiang Friendship Seat Invited Mouth Occupation"

Text/Tianya is a tired guest

Sit on the heroic leader, and the seafood and mountain treasures on the plate.

The three patrols of wine have spoken of youth, and a few strands of silk are unbearable.

Ambitions are high and the waters are far away, and poetry is true and righteous.

He reunited at this time every year, singing in unison!

"Huan Xi Sha Re-titled Reed Flower"

Text/Tianya is a tired guest

Look down at the rivers and lakes facing the sky, and ride the wind to the side of the white clouds. The love order is different from before.

Chasing geese characters during the journey, fragrant flowers on the shore of the plum. Dancing in the red dust dream.

"Huan Xi Sha · Year-end Summary"

Text/Tianya is a tired guest

When Acacia is afraid of leakage, Ken and color ink compose poems. Among them, the salty taste is less known.

Cut the spring wind flowers are lush, and the maple leaves are dreamy. The snow horse hissed.

"Huan Xi Sha Fishing Fun"

Text/Tianya is a tired guest

Wild water long pole old crucian fat, hills overlapping grass flowers. There is less dust and dust in the driving place.

A place where the sun is inclined to help the waves go, and the manpo song language sends people home. Very happy to enjoy the evening wind blowing.

"Huan Xi Sha Chun Si"

Text/Tianya is a tired guest

The wild ascends to the sky, and the apricot blossom season is full of red mountains. Gangnam is in the rain and smoke.

When the sun sets, the clouds are slow, and the water is hurried. Acacia leaf returns to the wind.

"Huan Xi Sha Big Husband"

Text/Tianya is a tired guest

Turbid wine is drunk for a few minutes, and he does not accompany the brocade body in his life. Why bother fake Sven.

Guard the breeze and bright moon night, and the flowers fall on the village. The husband should be a free man.

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