Piccolo
Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)
Piccolo who stays in the old Confucian, and the song of another country embraces Chengdu.
In order to find a clear state of mind in the four seas, I don't ask my daughter to get involved in the world.
独坐星辰当上客,悠然雪夜饰名姝。
Xiang'an sunset double swallows, in sight pedestrians want to be helped.
"Seven Uniques: Theme Acacia Flowers"
Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)
The festival is as clear as the wind, and the original name of the fragrant heart is red.
People are like dreams and butterflies, and they live up to their lovesickness and easy to meet.
"Seven Uniques: Sunflower"
Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)
Sunflower emerald dripping all over Tingzhou, the moon and sunset fragrant guests travel together.
There is a suspicion from Xia Wandian, Shi Fang mangs to Yingjiang Tower.
"Seven Uniques, Fuzhou New Town, Lanting Early Summer"
Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)
Thousands of doors Langji rain at the beginning of the day, May Lanting grass and trees lingering.
I don't see the lotus clothes because of the intention, and it is better for jasmine to make up for the sky.
"Seven Uniques: Morning Glory"
Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)
The clear stream of green vines is a mortal material, and the young leaves are hidden from the open.
It is also lovely to bring the moon to the wind, and the noisy purple swallows come to the beads.
"Seven Laws: To an Official"
Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)
Is the fox so ashamed to distinguish colors? The rising sun has been known since ancient times.
Don't bend the wind and flowers to ask for BMW, and pity Lilu to raise incense cars.
Xuanzong Bliss was sick with cold, and Li Baishan was not old.
Ten years of greed and quietness in a foreign country, new poems drunk and hated leisure.
"Seven Laws • Chongqing Xingyuan Talented Girl"
Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)
The cloudy sky is desert and the apricot garden is secluded, and the eyes are boundless and unsearchable.
The snow is dense in the forest, and the branches are quiet and soft.
Thousands of bushes are pure and fragrant, and hundreds of clear strings are like meandering.
Happy to become my army with a spring heart, and forget the past sorrows when the flowers bloom.
"Seven Laws: Second Poems Jiangnan April Day"
Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)
The wild water is arrogant, the peach and plum are released, and the drunken rain falls in front of people.
Acacia must have a dream of spring, and he will eventually know that he is a young man.
The post road is sad and the clouds protect the moon, and the shadow of the south of the Yangtze River is full of grass.
Don't hate the time, drink three cups and sleep under the tree.
Seven Laws of Chinese Poetry
Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)
The world is dusty, what do Tang Feng and Song Yu want?
The eastern slope is in pain, and Li Bai sings the purple universe.
Self-drinking can know that people and I am drunk, and laugh at each other's sorrows.
The poetry is full of tears and frightens the cold moon, and Han Modan shines in the nine autumns.
"Seven Laws: Night Visit to an Ancient Temple"
Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)
A water contains smoke and a window, and the peaks are accompanied by four o'clock.
Hua Fei Fanyu deceived the sky, and the butterfly covered the Dharma to the spiritual altar.
The dust of the high monks on the willow bank blocked the mirror, and the peach wave was born and the moon moved to the river.
Who can see the evening scene and be lonely, and the guest is full of rhyme in his heart.
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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