It is not easy to build a small building
Zhang Qinghui
In this era of endless change, a thing that is hard and unprofitable can persist for eight years, and there is no other explanation except feelings.
The quality of each issue may be uneven, each song may have flaws, every event may have regrets, and every event may be controversial, but the imperfection of all this is nothing compared to the tireless 3,000 days and nights.
A circle is a kind of ecology, and since it is an ecology, there will be its own division of labor and complement each other. Specific to the folk poetry circle, which only needs to meet friends with poetry without discussing qualifications, some people focus on creation, some focus on research, some focus on commentary, and some focus on atmosphere, which is a very healthy ecology.
If there is no atmosphere represented by a group of folk poetry online magazines represented by "Xiaolou Listening to the Rain Poetry Magazine", will our poetry circle be much lonelier? Some poets may say that poetry is their own learning, and they can't bear loneliness, and they can't feel the interest of learning in loneliness, so what kind of poems do they write? At one end of this solid truth, the other end of the truth is the "group" of "Xingguan group grievances", and the "sound" and "seeking" of "humming its voice and seeking its friend's voice".
On the premise that they are all fond of poetry, I even think that taking more time out of creation and putting great effort into making a folk poetry online journal that benefits poets all over the world not only requires enthusiasm, but also needs the spirit of public welfare.
Eight years of a journal, it is not easy to be honest, pay tribute to "Xiaolou" and congratulate "Xiaolou".
Everyone loves Xiaolou and the poetry is in their hearts
(5 words)
dust storm
The wind rolls and rolls the mud.
Wild fowl are frequently asked, and there is nowhere to live.
Chen Zhusong, known as a little wine, is the director of the Chinese Poetry Society and the deputy director of the Youth Poetry Committee, and the president of the Dunhuang Poetry Couplet Society.
Spring Equinox (New Rhyme)
The spring equinox belongs to the swallows, and the right ones are caught in the farmer's house.
Whispering under the eaves, blushing a tree of flowers.
Ren Fu is a native of Boli County, Heilongjiang Province. Retired.
Jiachen Zhenjiang travels on the summer solstice
In May, the pomegranate fireworks, leaning on the window and the cicadas are noisy.
Hongshenyun crosses practice, and the water is full of mirrors.
The plum rain in Beijing is raised, and the mountains are scorched.
The Yangtze River forgets the day and night, and the waves roar in the sky.
Chen Jihao, the word Deyong. Honorary President of Shenzhen Poetry Society, Consultant of Global Chinese Poetry Shenzhen Branch, Consultant of Hong Kong Poetry Society.
Tour Yellow Mountain
Ride the wind and drive the fog, and don't feel the sky.
It is already at the top of a thousand peaks, and it is known that there are many differences.
Watch the clouds and green waves, sit on the rocks and swing lightly.
Even if there is a raw flower pen, who can splash Mitu.
Dai Bingnan is a native of Changting, Fujian. Deputy editor-in-chief of "Tingjiang Poems". There is a collection of "Pingnan Poems".
Stone calamus
Living under the window, lonely for several springs.
A spoonful of water nourishes the leaves, and the pot mud nourishes the barren body.
Sell the wild air of the mountains early, and accumulate more dust in the world.
Feeling this guilty, Lao Jun accompanies the laity.
Fang Jianfei, a native of Zhapu, Pinghu, Zhejiang, is a director of the Parrot Lake Poetry Society, and has compiled a small collection of "Jiufeng Zhai Yin" and "Zhapu Miscellaneous Songs".
Revisit Wutai Mountain on the day of bathing Buddha
Heavy to the cool world, flowers bloom letter fate.
Manjushri is one by one, and his wisdom is dull to see Lianlian.
The heart has no thoughts, and dreams often move with it.
Where to ask the past, the peak of the peak.
Kang Yongheng is a native of Shijiazhuang, Hebei. Director of the Chinese Couplet Society, Vice President of the Hebei Couplet Society and Director of the Academic Committee. Vice President of Shijiazhuang Poetry Association.
Memories of patrolling Erligou in Beijing on a summer night forty-six years ago
The spear pierces the moon and the moon is bright, and the epaulettes reflect sincerity.
The stars of the three watches are faint, and the bamboo wind is clear.
Occasionally listen to the baby's cry, and meet the insects to welcome.
Frightened of the people's dreams, the feet fell gently.
Li Jianchun is the deputy director of the Poetry Education Department of the Chinese Poetry Society. In 2024, he will publish the "Trilogy in My Eyes" in "Xiaolou Listening to the Rain": "The First Prize of the Poetry Contest in My Eyes", "The "Top Ten Mentors" Poetry and Song Works in My Eyes", and "The Aesthetic Orientation of "Young Poets" in My Eyes".
Night
The night is quiet and the pomegranate flowers fall, and I hear the cuckoo crying.
Playing the piano is empty and self-appreciative, and it is always appropriate to put wine.
In the stormy season, the mountains and rivers are bitterly parted.
Jijun clover, thousands of miles together.
Liu Keyin, a native of Pingjiang, Hunan, has published 8 kinds of books, including "Distant Starlight" and "Self-Acquisition Collection".
Looking for the grottoes of Zhenfeng Temple
The wild ridge is barren and roadless, and the dangerous rock is half into the clouds.
Dense vines cover the danger, ancient trees and green moss.
The niche is empty for more than a night, and the cicadas are withered and can't bear to hear it.
It's sunny and deep, but looking back, there is still a lot of air.
Liu Xuemin, known as Wuling and Cake, is a native of Xianyang, Shaanxi.
On the summer day, Dumen hides the summer and buys vegetables online, thanks to the takeaway brother
Look at the bottom of the red pelvis again, how to attack the heat.
Sweat and meditate, and the sun will not cool the breeze.
Looking at the streets, the food delivery is in a hurry.
Although there is a way to work hard, I am ashamed to receive Enlong.
Yang Yun's word is leisurely, the number is lazy, and he is indifferent. Xin Chouqiu worships Mr. Jinmen Wang Yukan practice. Shu people.
Braving the rain to pass through the Fengye Garden will meet Brother Su Jun, during which the elegant collection is divided, and the rhyme is "no".
If you want to listen to the partridge, you have to make a sound.
The wind is rushing to the ground, and the sky is full of silver arrows.
Snakes and rats are hidden, and ants and insects are hidden.
Shengyou came from afar, who stopped the pace.
Press: The partridge cries "I can't do it, brother".
Zhao Chongzhuo, a native of Xinhui, Guangdong, is a member of the 15th and 16th CPPCC of Xinhui District, and the president of the Xinhui District Poetry Society (formerly Xinhui Gangzhou Poetry Society).
Listen to the piano music of "Liezi Yufeng".
Sit down together, and the armpits have been born.
Sonorous and alive, good deeds.
It's really worth chasing after the columns, how can you wait for the gangsters.
The pitching is obedient, and the shape is wasted.
But take advantage of the heaven and the earth, and do not trap the ancient and modern feelings.
Liuhe is difficult to meet, and the heart is quiet and bright.
Rushing into the void, far away Xu Wuqing.
Coming and going Heng Neng Yu, by Yuan Kana.
Jiang Shihong is a native of Guangshan, Henan, and is the lord of Feixuan. Executive Vice President and Secretary-General of Zuigen Poetry Society. He is the author of "Feihong Yuanyin" and "Hong Gradually on the Land".
I congratulate the eighth anniversary of the birthday of the Heavenly Father
(7 absolutes)
Go to the Chengnan Night Market with Sister Li and Sister Xue
The poetry is accompanied by the invitation of summer, and the lights are in high interest.
Taste the taste of the east, west, north and south, and see Wuqiao at the door of your home.
Bai Xiuping is a native of Erenhot, Inner Mongolia.
Read old letters in the new year
The two pages of the family letter have been yellowed, bringing back the slow time of the hometown.
The year is closed and the traffic is urgent, and the delivery box of the year is not seen.
Chen Yue is a Changshou native of Chongqing, born in 1972.
Reminiscing about childhood
The flying flowers are long, and the pheasant is fragrant.
After school, looking for her mother in Nanmo, Ying Ying took a burden under the sunset.
Chen Qingfeng is a native of Xuzhou, Jiangsu Province, and a member of Xuzhou Writers Association.
Return home at dusk
Outside the Spring Flower Ridge, it has long been contrary to each other, and the spring half falls and flies wildly.
When I arrive in the Central Plains, spring and twilight, I send spring back twice a year.
Chen Dongcai, pen name Xiaomeng, is originally from Henan and now lives in Guangzhou. Vice President of Guangzhou Poetry Society, Editor-in-Chief of Contemporary Poetry Magazine.
Zheng Chenggong's water exercise platform is nostalgic
Xiaoxiao Yuxi took the stage alone, and the strait was still magnificent.
Since the ancient base of Yanping, I still listen to the tide of thousands of horses.
Ding Hanjiang Hui nationality, born in 1960. He is a native of Jinjiang City, Fujian Province. Executive director of Quanzhou Yinglian Society.
Chunxing
The sound of the swallow is soft and willow flying silk, it is the time of spring in the city.
I dipped my pen in the wind, and it became a poem with a touch of my heart.
Guo Hui is a native of Luoyang, Henan Province, and is the author of a collection of classical poems.
Eight years of small buildings listening to the rain
The mountains are all flat, and a spring breeze goes to the small building.
Sitting alone in the window listening to the night rain, the sound dripping into my heart.
Hong Junmo, a native of Jinjiang City, Fujian Province, lives in Chengdu, deputy editor-in-chief of Sichuan "Star Poems", and a member of the review committee of the poetry platform of "Xiaolou Listening to the Rain". Published "Poetry and Grass of Yuanlu", "Manuscript of Yuanlu", "Selected Poems of Calligraphy and Painting Yuanlu", etc.
Netizens sacrificed fat cats and were replaced with "empty bags".
The origin of the businessman is unbearable, and the desire for profit has not lost the depth of the river.
Mo Dao's empty cup has nothing, and nine of the ten packs are sad.
Huang Xiangshou is a resident of Longhu Lake, and he is a touching person in Hubei. Director of Guangdong Chinese Poetry Society, President of Jiangmen Pengjiang Poetry Couplet Society.
I returned to my hometown from work
The plum branches of the moon are dark and fragrant, and they are still thin when they go home.
When you meet, you are not afraid of relatives and friends, even if you have a sad smile.
Li Yuanxiang is a native of Chizhou, Anhui Province, and a member of the Qiupu Poetry Society.
View the world's first geological map of the whole moon drawn by the mainland in 2022 (new rhyme)
The crater mountain range is high and low, and the rocks and mines are divided into southeast, north, south, and west.
10,000 craters and basins, I don't know where I live.
Lei Haiji, a native of Jinxian, Jiangxi, was once the political commissar of a unit of the People's Liberation Army, with the rank of colonel. He has edited and published "Poetry Quick Start Guide" and so on.
Elevators
No hardships go back and forth. Help others reach the top of the ladder in one step.
From no complaints, only stick, you can see it up and down.
Liao Runchang is a Lingnan poet.
Taihang Mountain Walking
The peaks and mountains are like gathering and standing in the majestic pass, looking up at the long sky.
The stream is unbearable and crowded with clouds and mist, and it diverts 100,000 people to the East Mountain.
Niu Chonghui is the former deputy director of the Party History Office of the Shanxi Provincial Party Committee.
Early summer
The willow color is thick and dense into the eyes, and the yellow warbler has no shadow and a clear cry.
The branches are light and muddy like a dream, and there is no need to cross the river by the boat bridge.
Sun Yanhong is a native of Qihe County, Shandong, and a farmer in business. He has won the Tanhua Award in the first national innovation competition of contemporary Chinese poetry.
Arrive at Qingyun Xiangyun Hotel International
The rain and lights spread all around, and the landing on the lake sounded Fangfei.
As soon as you fall into the auspicious clouds, there is a new poetic flavor.
Song Caixia is the former deputy editor-in-chief of Chinese Poetry magazine. He is the executive director of the Chinese Poetry Society and the vice president of the Shandong Poetry Society.
Illuminated roses
The flowers are red in front of their eyes, and they are slightly warm around them.
No fertilizer, no water, no flowers, no thanks, planting acacia for 10,000 years.
Shi Yanping, a native of Fuyuan, Yunnan, is a member of the Chinese Writers Association and the author of "Qinglian Collection".
Wake up in the morning
Xiaolou was shocked by a thunderstorm last night, thinking about the old begonias in Meixi.
In the morning, the new sun is bright, and the lotus wind brings dreams to dance in the pond.
Shenjiazhuang is a native of Shaoxing, Zhejiang, and was born in Hongjiang Ancient Mall, Hunan. Founding President of the Chinese Poetry Society of Canada. He is the author of a collection of poems entitled "Three Wings".
Wugong Mountain, alpine grassland, flowers, rocks, Ruyi
The five-petal delicate body color is golden, and the clouds are dewed and groaning.
Accompany the rock and loneliness, accompany the mountain old, like water and tenderness with a heart.
Wang Haina is an amphibious poet. Deputy Director of the Editorial Department of "Chinese Cifu", and editor of the poetry edition of "Poetry Magazine".
The Spring Festival homecoming coincides with the plum blossoms
Ten years of Qingyang finger gap light, fame and fame gradually come to nothing.
The old garden is as old as spring again, and the clothes are white and fragrant with plum snow.
Wang Li Yuren. I like poetry, I participate in competitions and even win awards.
Staying overnight in Bashan is a night thunderstorm
Ten thousand gullies are heavy and thunder is in the blue sky, and the flag pavilion is in a hazy dream.
Generally, on a night of autumn rain and autumn wind, it is different to listen to Bashan.
Xu Changhong is a native of Wuxian Mountain, and his family lives in western Liaoning.
Willow Lake Song
Ten thousand acres of smoke and waves are a boat, and the golden wind sends me to Wuling.
I don't know that tonight's reed flower moon can solve three thousand tomorrow's worries.
Zeng Fanrong Changde lives in Shenzhen, executive vice president of the Lingnan Confucian Poetry Association. There is a collection of poems "Shimeitang" Fu Zi.
Guilin in the rain
In the spring, the flowers of Guilin have been thinned, and the mountains and rivers of the Lijiang River have become fascinated.
The boat passed by from the ink and blue, and there were warblers crying to the guests from time to time.
Zhang Zhijian, known as Bankong, was born in Shantou, Guangdong Province in 1980 and lives in Shanghai. Director of Shanghai Poetry Society, editor and reviewer of the poetry platform of "Xiaolou Listening to the Rain".
Xi Wei
The world is a game of chess, and the beauty is twilight, and I ridicule it?
The night rain in the monk's house may be audible, and the garbage time is not curious.
Zhang Qingkai Mingshi Ang, alias the owner of the idle bard, the idle bard, the author of "The Manuscript of the Idle Yinju Poems", and the "Idle Yinju Poems" to be Zi.
The dragon Qiyuan takes the magic carpet
The streams and cliffs are held in one hand, regardless of the height and hypnosis.
It was easy to talk about becoming an immortal in ancient times, but I am now in the sky.
Zhang Xuefang, Zhejiang Linhai living in Ningbo, is the main creator and editor-in-chief of the poetry platform of "Xiaolou Listening to the Rain".
The letter is that Jiangnan prefers rain, and Xiaolou still continues to be famous in the Song Dynasty
(7th Law)
Bu Yun Singing and Shen Huawei's Brother "Ancient Feelings" (Part 2)
Looking at the rivers, lakes and seas, there is a fate to join hands to build an altar.
Career is a sentence that is not delusional, and the world is selfless and sleeps peacefully.
The road is full of laws, and the poems do not need to be crowned.
Xiaolou will cut the spring rain tomorrow, and the letter is that the scenery is better.
Gao Chang, a native of Xinji, Hebei Province, is the editor-in-chief of the magazine "Chinese Poetry" and the director of the special issue center of "Chinese Culture Daily". He is the author of "I Love to Write Poetry" and "Selected Poems of Gaochang".
Red River
The weak water of Fusang runs through the west and east, and the ten-mile boat travels differently.
The rolling waves spread momentum, and the vast sea of clouds produced heroes.
In the jungle, the butterflies fly on both sides of the river.
The four seasons of spring flowers are the first, and a river is thousands of mountains red.
Kong Xianggeng, pen name Yungen, is a representative of the 17th and 18th National Congress of the Communist Party of China. He is currently the vice president of the Chinese Poetry Society. He has published three volumes of "Yungen Poems", biographies "Ideal Father", "Zhu De and Yunnan", non-fiction literary works "Caiyun Qi Dream· The Great Leap of 26 Ethnic Groups in Yunnan" and "The Story of Five Stones".
With the Gelug faction, the non-smoke Xiaoyin Jieyi Zhai Lord returned to Dan Dao from Dalian
In addition to the wind, what is the matter to the dust, the Gru gang is Huang Haixun.
There is no crane in the sandwich road, and the car goes straight through the forest one day.
The view comes to take the second green peak, and the language is sparse and green.
At night, the black man starved off the highway and picked up a tavern in the shade of the mountain.
Lang Xiaomei is a native of Fengcheng, Liaoning.
Yunnan-Vietnam Railway
The railroad tracks through the mountains are cold and ruthless, and the sound of a flute is long and terrifying.
The exotic style attracts another eye, and the color of the foreigners dyes the border city.
The intruder wears a civilized hat, and the tea horse ballad turns over the machine.
The pillar staff came east to find the history of the country, and once had the honor to remember the name of Si*.
Note: He has participated in the compilation and research of "History of Chinese Railways", and is one of the chapters of "The Return of the Right of Way of the Yunnan-Vietnam Railway".
Peng Minghua is a member of the Chinese Poetry Society, and his works have been included in "Yixuetang Selected Contemporary Poems" and "100 Contemporary Poetry Reviews". He has won awards in competitions such as "Poetry China".
Ningbo Dragon Boat Festival Poetry Association and Xiaozhang female history together with Mr. Wuyang
The terminal reunites with the green sleeve skirt, and the new Ji in Yongcheng is full of air.
Gu Xi was refreshed at the beginning of his heart, and his pen condensed into clouds in the sky.
It is unforgettable that the small building listens to the rain together, but the lonely crane is far away from the group.
The poetry circle gathers to welcome the Dragon Boat Festival, and the wine and tears hang Wujun.
Note: The absolute pen refers to a group of Mr. Wu Yang's last poems.
Sun Yin, pen name Sheng Yin, Sheng Yi Yin, is a retired civil servant, a member of the Chinese Poetry Society, and now lives in Beijing.
Lin Huiyin received a bachelor's degree in architecture after 100 years
Don't let the eyebrows be respectable, and the fairy is famous.
A hundred years of career have become a dream, and the peerless romance has been broken.
The first tears disappeared, and Jiang Shancao did not thank Andun.
The empty pieces of paper are scattered in the clouds, and the sunset is sprinkled with purple flowers.
Note: On May 18, 2024, the Weizman School of Design at the University of Pennsylvania in United States held a graduation ceremony. Dean Fritz · Steiner officially awarded Lin Huiyin's granddaughter Yu Kui a bachelor's degree in architecture certificate belonging to Lin Huiyin.
Song Guanghui is a native of Fushun, Sichuan, president of the Zigong Poetry Society, a member of the Minshe Society, the author of "Beautiful Look at Zigong", and the editor-in-chief of "Zigong Paper-cutting Shen Chenglin's Collection".
The Changle Qian family's big new house now has a blowing and beating association stationed
In what year, the inscription was written at the beginning of the thought, and the 10,000 lattice window lattices proved to be robbed.
The iron coupon Dan book is weak, and the heavy eaves painting pavilion is in decline.
Ning knows the swallow in front of the drizzle hall, who is the fish outside the red dust net.
The mansion is now Chen drum music, raising the sound of throwing the gavel and multiplying it.
Note: There is a "Sichu Daogu" in the house.
Xu Jinchao is a special teacher in Zhejiang Province, a tutor of a master's degree in education at Zhejiang Normal University, an adjunct professor at Shaoxing University of Arts and Sciences, and the president of the Xinchang County Poetry Association.
Mr. Wen Xiaoyun has been hidden in the mountains of Dabie for several years, and has returned to Hefei and Jiji Street, Yongxing Building, and the public rhyme of the hermitage
A howling cloud flew out of the mountains, and the fish and birds complained over the years.
In the shade of wood and stone, I came to the bright moon between cups and plates.
The old dreams linger with the night, and the high-rise buildings are waiting for spring to return.
The paper must be full of lifelong hobbies, and the long song of the festival is good for the face.
Ye Zhaohui is a Cantonese guest in Shu, and he is a Lingdong word guest.
Professor Cheng Xiaojun and Mr. Li Chaoping returned to their hometown to participate in the preparatory work meeting of the "Xiangxiang City Ancient and Modern Literary and Artistic Works Selected Series".
Even if there is a flower, the air is strict and loves this darkness.
Spring returns to know what to wait, and the snow can be heard silently.
I am half white in the same day, so I am fortunate to have a green eye.
Fight against the cold in the world, and point to the distant mountains and Jinting.
Yang Xinyue is a teacher. Vice Chairman of Xiangxiang Poetry Association and President of Hunan Society.
Ancient village line
The ancient village is green in early summer, and the roses of the moon season climb all over the wall.
The tender bamboo branches and leaves are scattered, and the falling flowers are fragrant.
The moss encroachment trail is slow, and the new nest of swallows has a long taste.
I also saw Yamada's white hair, and a few pairs of skillful hands dotted green seedlings.
Zhao Jiande, a native of Linhai, Zhejiang, is the chairman of the Linhai Science Writers Association.
The south wind comes to the old guests, and the flowers are worth the new sunshine
Huanxi Sha · invited Jin Junmei among the guests
The rain and breeze are outside the mountains, and all kinds of mundane things have nothing to do with it. A pot of spring snow boils before tomorrow.
The aroma of the soup is colorful, and the eyebrows stretch out with smoke. The world is wonderful.
Cao Jimei currently lives in Yingkou City, Liaoning Province, and is currently the vice president of the Yingkou Poetry Society.
Fortune operator
The spring has passed, and the spring willows are shaking and verdant. The spring flowers are empty and there are branches, and they don't ask about the spring breeze.
Spring is gone, and spring is in my heart. Put the spring back to green and deep, not in the spring sorrow.
Cui Xinghua's WeChat name is green heart lake. A native of Ningxiang, Hunan. He now lives in Xiangtan.
Royal Street Line · apricot blossoms, with Jiefu Yongbei apricot blossom poetry
The tailoring is painstaking, muddy, and greasy. The green world is just here, don't be shy. The wind shakes the green willows, the smoke is red beans, and the yellow plums are ripe in the rain.
The streamer Mo Dao is really like a send, and it is even more unbearable, and the incense dust is broken. Flying into the snow in a hurry, who evokes the past. Fang is lonely, Yu Huan pities himself, and checks the sorrowful taste.
Gai Hansheng is known as Desert Journey, and now lives in Shenzhen. He is a member of the Chinese Poetry Society. He has published a collection of personal poems and poems, "Desert Collection".
The first branch of the east wind · balcony sits dry
The withered grass closes the door, the remnants of the flowers cover the mouth, and the ninja religion hides from the wind and rain. High-rise buildings confront high-rise buildings, and old trees sanction old trees. Bees and butterflies are hungry and don't care where the birds live. Even more Nakan, a cold weather, forced away a few gulls and herons.
Who shares me, balcony whispers. Who cares about me, sideburns are worried. Divorce with teeth and teeth, and go their separate ways. Jin Lan was broken, unbearable, and some wind dew. This world is like rags, and no one will sew it up.
Jiang Wei, a native of Sichuan, is the vice president of the Canunting Poetry Society and the deputy editor-in-chief of the Canunting Poems.
Acacia · Jiachen Chunzhan Qingzhou Li Qingzhao Ancestral Hall
Spring flowers blow willow cotton. Xiaolou Shuyu dreams lingered. Surrounded by fragrant smoke, keep each other for good karma.
Mo is afraid of the rain boat and the shadow of the twilight, and the colorful clouds chase the moon and the strings. The hometown of the word sect, the peach and plum are burning for thousands of years.
Liu Aihong, whose name is Jingru, was born in Dalian, Liaoning Province. Director of the Chinese Poetry Society, editor-in-chief of the 2022 and 2023 volumes of the public welfare poetry anthology "One Day One Poetry Collection".
Cheongping Le· camping
The stars are shining, and the wild tent is green and green. Kai Mai karaoke shouted wildly, crossing the threshold of the dream.
Cold beer bonfire, chirping insects, flower creek skewers. The bottom time is drunk, and the annoyance is weird.
Liu Ruji is a native of Yong'an, Fujian. He is the author of "What Ifs".
Tasha Xing · wishes Beiwa a happy twenty-fifth birthday
Her hair is soft and long, and her face is delicate. The new lotus is full of charm. The leisurely and fresh air is pitiful, and the body is as difficult to approach as if it is separated from the water.
Healthy and smooth. Meet talents as soon as possible. All kinds of blessings are afraid of being annoying, and they fly an affectionate kiss on the screen.
Ma Xinghui is originally from Qin'an, Gansu Province and settled in Nanjing, Jiangsu. He is the author of a collection of poems "Hui Feng Xiaoying".
Minus the word magnolia flower · Lushan
Yuquan Waterfall. The clouds and pines on the other side are lush and lush. Three thousand. The soles of the feet are flat and blue.
Slang songs chase each other. In order to find out the true face of this. Bamboo shadows float in the sky. The stone carvings on the wall are not recorded.
Shi Yizhi is a native of Changhua, Taiwan, born in Jinjiang, Fujian. Former Vice Dean of the School of Chinese, Professor and Doctoral Supervisor of the University of Macau. He has published a variety of books, such as "Research on the Relationship between Words and Music" and "Nengchi Collection of Sentences".
Touching the fish, · Bai Renfu rhyme
Ask for years, tired and tolerant. Looking at the remnants of cypress and old Songgu. There is a bright moon at the end of the world, but a secret peep into the portal. Whisper under the lamp. Melancholy. At that time, he was also a child. Autumn winds are a few degrees. Make the will of heaven clear, the passing years have changed, and endure the recitation of Biyun sentences.
Sigh twilight. The lonely warbler cries in the wild trees. It's hard to complain. Where is the white man with sideburns and frost head, far away from Xiangpu in Hangao. Red Tateshi. Earthly suffering. Teach people to listen to the rain. Hurriedly stopped. It's today's mood, who pities me, I don't know the way for a long time.
Shen Chense is a native of Nantong, Jiangsu. Poetry lovers. He is the author of five volumes of "The Biography of Famous Families of the Qing Dynasty" (Jiangsu University Press).
Tasha Xing· returned to his hometown on the weekend to see that Zhushan was very beautiful, and the play was a small word
Bamboo is fresh clothes, the wind is an angry horse, and the big gully is like a plain. laughing at him is gloomy and magnificent, nothing more than a cheeky person.
The greenery is vertical and horizontal, the light is up and down, and the four seasons are not taboo and suitable for summer. Occasionally, the cloud crown rises, and it is blown away and hangs in the sky.
Shang Zuowen is the editor-in-chief of Hangzhou Publishing House and a researcher of Zhejiang Provincial Research Institute of Culture and History. He is the author of "Introduction to Couplets" and so on.
The long pavilion complained slowly· visited the remains of the mountain house of Wanwei, and the Yibi Mountain revisited the rhyme of the old garden of Zhong'an
Enter the empty cui and come to find the deserted courtyard. Four-sided screen, on the bank of Ruoye Creek. The path is full of flying red, the six tombs are remnant, who cares. Several times to look at it, but they were all negative, hurting the spring eyes. The heart of the lonely words is left, and the total payment is with, and Lin Juan is sad.
The old swallow returned to the jade in vain, and saw that the crowd was scattered. The lamentation is not over, the first is a hundred years of lonely love. How to rejoice, dream of the empty mountain, fill the question, the wind and clouds scattered. Let the rest of the day be smoked, and it is difficult to cut the soul.
* Including the geographical chronicles: Shiqing Mountain is a jade mountain, also known as Wanwei Mountain, that is, a peak of Huiji Mountain, in the southeast of Huiji County eighteen miles.
Wei Xinhe is an autumn fan, and Zhai is a lonely flying cloud pavilion. Born in 1967 in Hejian. Taught at the Air Force Flight Academy. He is the author of Autumn Fan Words, Lonely Flying Cloud Pavilion Poetry Collection, Autumn Fan Words, Eight Essentials of Words, Dictionary Catalogue, Word Forest Fun Words, etc.
Water tune song head · Shangying old friends gather
The young and strong all work hard, and the boss is a naughty child. After years of hard work, they are all laughing and talking. Years old to go south and north, three meals a day box lunch, just for a hundred flowers. Looking back at the prosperous history, I happily look up to the sky.
Time is fast, the wind and clouds are sudden, and the rain and dew are thick. ushered in the prosperity of film and television, and the best works are endless. I never get tired of watching good movies, new dramas are churning and chasing waves, and the ratings are like Changhong. Congratulations to the old man, tough Sai Qingsong.
Wang Youlong, a native of Shanghai, a member of the Shanghai Film Association, a technician of Shanghai Film Studio, was awarded the honorary title of 100 Contemporary Writers and Artists by the Chinese Painting and Calligraphy Society in 1998.
Butterfly love flower · theme friend photo autumn butterfly
The green shadow is jagged, and the flower shadow is written. The waterfront and mountain kuma used to be a place to find a fragrance. The smoke and dust on the wings invaded several degrees. Destroying the relentless rain.
Tired of this career, the fate is also negative. The tip of the leaf is dancing before the wind. Who cherishes the old frost in autumn. In the mirror, it is a futile sentence.
Xi Xiaolin, a native of Jilin City, Jilin Province, is the owner of Tingxi Pavilion and lives on the bank of the Songhua River.
Qing Pingle
Soaring fireworks. Flowing Fantasy Blue Lotus Flower. Send the sound of spring to knock on me. The flowers are dark and the willows are thick.
Yinger swallow Jiangnan. Teach people to be embarrassed. are boundless and hateful, and stay on the third day of the first month.
Yang Wenmin's name is Manyun, Zhai's name is the tobacco room, and the net name is Ke'er, Yang Jingjing. He studied under Mr. Wang in Tianjin, and Mr. Wu in Beijing to learn ancient Chinese and Chinese in Jinshui.
Dongpo · refers to the moon and has send
Those who are clearly looking at each other are hanging in the sky. Lonely clouds meet and bury the night. Plain light colt gap driving. Plain light colt gap driving.
The floating window shrouds the shadow, and the peep door shoots the tile. The empty bottle before the case was taken and returned. Spring flowers should be thanked when they wake up and sleep. The fragrance is born at the foot. The fragrance is born at the foot.
Zhu Baba, a native of Wenling, Zhejiang, can write poetry and martial arts.
Yellow orioles wrap around the green trees and · the willows of the West Lake on February 2
The light strokes the silk, the crest of the wave enters again, and the eyebrows are slowly spread. The surname is Liu Qianqian, the back of the Dan is treadful, and the Ziwei Lang eunuch. will always vomit, comfort Su Xiao, and be unsalivable. Today, there is no one, just meet the dragon to raise the head, and the branch is illusory.
Suddenly, the long body is sent. The shadow is hazy, but there is a trace of first love. The slender kiss, the golden soup is solid, and the kunyu is soft. I remember that the city is gone, and I gently kiss in the willow curtain. It's really like a thousand wisps of smoke, warm and windy.
Zhang Yi is a native of Hangzhou. Living in United States.
Water tune song head · Yingzhou heavy snow chasing Ousu Gathering Star Poetry Association
Thousands of years of singing are here, and the snow is like the beginning. After several changes in Songhai, who knows the old West Lake? The window is hazy and painted, the branches are distributed by yin and yang, and the spring pan is a small tea stove. It's just a foolish thing, just right for poetry books.
Long as a guest, thousands of miles of people, cold streets. Dongfeng news, there is a foot speed to hesitate. Homesickness of cattle and sheep together, invite Ousu to take the lamp, and ask how is it close? In the dream, the flowers bloom and fall, and the clouds are identified on the screen.
Zheng Hongni, a native of Lu'an, Anhui Province, is a postdoctoral fellow in literature. Professor of the School of Liberal Arts, Fuyang Normal University, master's tutor, etc. He has published poetry collections "Huazhang Nicai", "Nicai Yihuazhang Collection", and monograph "The Acceptance of Tang and Song Dynasty Ci to the Literature of the Six Dynasties".
Remember a trip to the Sahara Desert in Morocco
It is difficult to change to a light car, and the wheels are winding but like a snake. People in clothes peek into foreign lands, and help who spend ten continents on credit. On this day, I came to search for the desert rhyme, and the dust was covered on the way. Hazel is stubborn and does not hang his head, and I am not luxurious. The sun was setting off and the sky was dark, and the team came to the post station. But take advantage of the sunset to take a few moments, and rush to catch the evening scene. Returning to wash the cup and plate of Eli, I was glad that I was not drinking. Bonfires are dotted in the wilderness, and the waste platform sits around the Haoqiong. The wolf seems to be resistible, and the star tide is broken. In the middle of the night, it was difficult to perceive, and the milky way fish was conjured. Xiancha Shenzhou is afraid that it is difficult to ask, and only thinks about microwaves to move red. The fatigue of the brigade gradually became heavier and he was still lying down, and the Nine Stars made the soul congratulate. Before giving a dream to read the primeval times, Wang Yang peeked at the horseshoe crab sailing. After all these vicissitudes of life, when no one has passed, the metaphysical physics is lightly peeped through. The messenger asked why he came to ask each other bitterly, and told Shenyu Xianhou. The dream bell reported the dawn, and urgently called for the same camel to cross. The two of them rode on the sand, and the camel control also used the boat to pass. The emperor was hard to find out about each other, and the girls laughed like a bell. Without waiting for the tour guide to point forward, the east ordered all the guest gods to be shocked. But when I saw that the mountain was red and purple, it boiled as golden water on the horizon. Three can turn over 900 million trillion committees. At first glance, a trace of the ground opened, and continued to look at the sky. The pure yang shadow is deep in the sun, wrapping the head and tail of the camel team. At this time, the sand dunes are lined up in front of you, and they are scattered enough to be used for movie viewing. The underground is really suspicious of the dragon silkworm lying down, leading the treasure incense to nourish the spirit. Put the sand into the bottle to leave a token, and you must let the earth know that I am happy. The travel companion took a photo of the heart, leaning on the camel and standing on the sand rhyme. There is a Jianfu guide sliding and falling, and the slope sits on the felt and sits greasy. It may not be that the Persian flying carpet is strange, and the magic of Desi is half wishful. I also heard that there is a spirit fox in the wide ear, and it is difficult to ask the land by searching for a map. Strange insects fall into their clothes, and they don't care about other people's palpitations. Gazing at the thousands of miles of yellow, the hoof prints were still faint when they came. There is no wind and sand to float wild horses, and the imagination has suddenly arrived in Datang. I heard that the head of the beard was rising, and the sun was shining with a spear. Out of the Gobi poet, chanting only to feel the atmosphere. I am not familiar with the old history of this side, and I don't know how many tribes have risen and fallen. Under the sand, the historic sites are like Loulan, and the illusion is that Kenfu at this time. The indigenous resale of fossil fish is known to be from the Devonia. The desert is finally the dust of the sea, and the ammonite nautilus house is at the root. Don't be so proud of your body, and the sand god is willing to bend his waist for you.
Pang Jian's character is not white, his name is Shubi, he is a frequent acquaintance in Jiangsu, and was born in Shanghai. Former Director of the Project Department of East China Normal University Press, Editor and Reviewer. There are "Shubi Zhai Poems" (Xiling Seal Society Edition), the first volume of Chen Yan's "Modern Poems", "Zhang Zhidong Poetry Collection" ("Modern Literature Series"), "Li Xisheng Collection" and "Minhang Poems".
Qinghai ballads
The mountains of Qilian are endless, and the clouds of Qinghai are repeated. The snow is abundant and the grass is fresh and fresh, and the sheep and cattle come down year after year. Tomorrow to send joy to the world, happy and happy, dare not speak. Nong is willing to be a horse and a whip, whipping Nong's body and mind is not fried. endure the lack of reunion of the sun and the moon, but see the long road broken and reconnected. Ma Rannon Lao Huan didn't pay it back, and Huan Ruo turned around and didn't pity it.
Wei Sanmu was born in February 1988 in Hechi, Guangxi. Tutor of the Senior Seminar of the Poetry Education Training Department of the Chinese Poetry Society, and Tutor of the Online Poetry Class of the Training Center of the China Calligraphy Association. He has published a collection of poems "Immeasurable Spring Sorrow", and a collection of literary essays "Wood Year Insect Heaven Collection".
Calligraphy: Wei Xinhe Meitu: Deng Lixuan (Malaysia)
Manuscript: Wu Jingjing, Wang Zhiwei Editor: Zhang Xuefang
Review: Wang Hailiang Proofreader: Feng Xiao