"Seven Uniques: Heroes of the Desert"
Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)
The desert is vast and the moon is still full, and the horizontal knife leaps from the border.
The song roars for 3,000 miles, shooting and hunting Hu Chen's nine heavens.
"Seven Uniques: Hollyhock Flowers"
Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)
The year-old orchid pavilion covers the green Luo, and the deep red and tender green moist river.
Looking at the dense leaf flowers and weeping, Gu I am still infatuated.
"Pai Lu • Xin Chou (Ox) Year April Twenty-two Fuzhou New Town • Lanting Manxing"
Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)
Old but with fate, survive before God.
The family is poor and can't get books, and the road nightmare is difficult to come true.
For a thousand days of wine, because of poetry and laughter for a hundred years.
Peace of mind people are easy to get drunk, and the meaning of reading the world is boundless.
Looking far and wide is very high, and the truth is free.
It has never been a bad situation, and it is expected to be monstrous.
"Seven Uniques, Farewell Fuzhou New Town, Lanting"
Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)
Lanting Fufu summer is cloudy and clear, and the water lotus wind comes through the jade.
The moon shadow flies alone like a butterfly, and the geese sigh and sigh.
"Full Court Fang, Ba Shui Fragrance"
Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)
The water is fragrant, the white clouds are gorgeous, and the double butterflies are fluttering.
The palace of flowers is like a cloud, and the sun rises to embrace the clear smoke.
Thank you for the soft wind shadow dipping, outside the short pavilion, red bean bead ring.
People know the beauty, the rose borrows, and the jade boat is hidden.
Year after year. Tongtai liquid, dissolve the old song, invite Chanjuan.
Roll up to the body, haggard and sky.
Lost in the piano book, can not remember, rhyme with ice strings.
After the song, it sounded like a quiet moon, and it was close to sleeping when it was drunk.
"Seven Uniques: The East Neighbors of Magnolia Flowers"
Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)
The white jade floats to see the snow buds, and I am glad to hear the rhyme in the pen.
Jun Shike smiled and looked for the secluded realm, and one bloomed from the family.
"Seven Uniques: Pear Blossom"
Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)
According to the snow and the cold weather, the tent shadow is far away.
It seems to be looking for the White Emperor in the world, and Qianlin wanders to the king.
"Seven Uniques: Sojourn"
Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)
Xiaose Luo Yi is long in two places, and the guests dream of the cold current.
The shadow of the branches invades the wind and dew, and the snow is empty and accompanied by the moon.
"Seven Uniques: Two Poems of Tangjia Lane at the End of the Year of Gengzi"
Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)
(a)
The moon is close to the purple air of the people, and the wind and bamboo sound the branches.
It is difficult to calm down the pillow of the guests, and the dream is like a mountain at the head of the house.
(b)
I can't bear to drift the moon, and I still remember when Fang Fei knotted.
Where is the dust gone? Plum blossoms wake up birds to throw branches.
"Seven Laws: Bar Girl"
Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)
Su Xue is beautiful in the wind, and she wants to be lustful.
Wan Ting's jade bones are sad and hateful, and her slender ice posture is smiling and disgusting.
The lone shadow swayed and danced his sleeves, and the lovesickness flashed back drunk.
It's rare to meet the delicate willows in the dream, whispering to the people of the world.
Author: Jiang Bo, columnist of Reading Sleep Poetry Society, Lu family member of Ziyang City, Sichuan, certified poet of China Poetry Network Network, member of the Writers Association. He has published more than 1,600 poems, lyrics and other literary works in various literary newspapers, magazines and media platforms across the country. He is the author of more than 20 poems and collections, such as "Youth of the Passing Snow", "Drifting Bottle", "Green Plantains", "Love", "Poetry and Distance", "Passing Red Scarf", "Loneliness and Poetry", "Maple Leaves Are Red", "Dream Back to the Pastoral", "Foggy Rain and Late Autumn".
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