[Famous Poet] Han Baigui: Ren Yin's seven laws in the first half of the year deleted

About the Author

Han Baigui, a web name Han Master, a native of Xiangtan County, a member of the Chinese Poetry Society, a member of the Hunan Poetry Association, a member of the Hunan Writers Association.

Xinzhongchuan

The snow grains are like dust and rain, and the lonely sleeping is a little late.

Three aging of the bottle, folding one branches outdoors.

Cooking is just the original taste, and push fists is not like a teenager.

During the phase period, Liu Eye opened the current, read the poem in spring.

There are sent by the beginning of the spring day

The goose yellow desires to decorate the green poplars, when Dongfeng enters the house.

After the epidemic, the new vision was conceived, and who gave the early spring poems in the country.

And with the three cups of Haoxing, He Fei Shuanghua deceived.

The world is about to be scheduled.

Sending guests in Kyoto Mochon Long Yin

At first glance at the embankment, the short year of light was crushed.

On the screen, I heard the song outside the sky, and the pen was not stained in the world.

Hugh shocked the cold rain and the cold night, waiting for the plum branch to give the early spring.

He Xingjun often sends me, loneliness and widow.

Continue to feel cold and cold

Ask the sky to open the clouds, and the mildew and poetry are lazy.

The rain is difficult to nourish the three -diameter willow, and the small screen is timid.

I regret that there is no inspiration to chant the new scene, and there is a cold cup.

Just wait for Xiong Lei Yao to roar, and the spring breeze is swinging!

Shangyuan Yejiang embankment is scenery

Light and cold passed the river breeze, Shilihua Lanter Lantern.

After the grass -green embankment is dredging, people's psychedelic vibrato.

Yunjianyue band three -pointers, and the shores were red.

Shu Qi Xu Laichun gradually became warmer, and he was about to hold a bottle of wine.

Rainwater day is the scenery to return home

Can't bear Mei Ying as a mud, looking for a few times to go to the west of the village.

Three thousand white hair adds Cangbang, and the blue mountains flowing Quci.

On the furnace, the Wen family was warm, and the clouds were low in the sky.

The soul only dances with the spring breeze.

Renyin's first spring snow

Hexagon Flying scenes are self -made, and Douyin captures the city.

The forests are hung through thousands of heavy armor, and the rocks are hanging.

The white hair is praised, and the lone cup can also entertain.

Qingguang swept Yu Hanyu, and he had listened to the spring partition calls!

Spring Tour Huxiang Park

It has been a long -lost red day to break the clouds, and this is looking for the good things.

Bi Shui Bo Guanghan Pavilion, Fanglin Spring Lure Poet.

Everyone meets three glasses of wine, and the wind is flowing with plum branches.

Wujue is not disturbed by dust, and wakes up to look at the moon.

Shock

The ends of the embankment are green and relaxed, and the spring is in spring.

Huang Ying only sang to the conscience, and inspired by turbid wine.

There are thousands of laws in the drawing, and the five car books are read in the abdomen.

Not because of the loneliness of the twilight, childishness is still in Bishu.

Spring Survey

Merlin attracted customers, and I passed the new city lightly.

Wearing flowers and butterflies on the random eyes, pleasant branches to solve the Yingying.

Jihuiyuan knows the makeup, and the cup of cup is affectionate.

Spring tour is ，, and the village is village.

Spring River embankment is scenery

Jiang Bin's scenery wins Lin Quan, and he dreams of paper kite.

Liu'an is green and floating in spring. Daocai Huang Pancai Huayan.

Agame is more fashionable, and Mo Xiao's poet is not young.

Whoever drinks is half drunk, and I sleep alone at noon.

Spring in the spring rain

The ten miles long embankment green grass fragrance, weakened Liu Yanhuo.

The epidemic of Huaxia prays for rustic, and the sound of rain and wet warheads may also be.

Flying the noodles flying thousands of petals, sticking to the mud foot.

Shit lightly towards Dongqu, cut the spring notes into the gallery.

Eastern Airline

The wind and warm spring city flowers are half -blooming, and the silver swallows fall.

The thoughts of the heavens are still unpredictable, and life is impermanent.

Different from the magnificent river cabin, the soul soul ridge came.

If the pearl line breaks the tears of his loved ones, the splashes are sorrowful all night!

Spring Visit Sitang

Shi Weng Meiyu Yinlinquan, Shenma Qifeng plugged in the sky.

The light stream clouds wore the bottom, and the spring was flowing.

Shuntang Han Moho melted the pen, and the cliff was made of water.

After drinking the people in the villages, they were still half a sleep in the car.

Murmur

Wuyue Qifeng did not dare to climb, because of the total of the epidemic.

The stream is far away with peach blossoms, and the clouds are steaming Luohan Mountain at the beginning.

A fumigation wind urged noon dream, full of aging to decorate the face.

The sound of chaotic frogs was looking for the nostalgia, and the poetry was half -day leisure.

Whenever Fulong Village

Mango shoes are not stained with moss marks for a long time, and Gu Yu did not raise a bottle.

Several spring sounds are crispy, and the bamboo rhyme is warm.

Ascending, I felt weak, and I still saw that my eyes were fainting.

It is another spring of the year.

After the Yuyu, the countryside is the scenery of the countryside

At the beginning of the wilderness, the sunny light shone in the Yangzhi.

The two lines of verses have pity the spring old, and the leaf lotus clothes are too late.

Mei Di blew the residual sound, and the village was drunk.

Who woven the brocade seedlings, and thousands of hectares of the field.

Visit the old friend after Hengling after the Yuyu Festival

The tour of Qingri Township took advantage of Xiaoxia, who was the place where the smoke was.

After taking off the bamboo shoots, add Hsinchu, and the butterfly flies to sniff the wild flowers.

On the wall, the mud nest double -swallow barrier, the two people in front of the cup.

Yin wlot into a slightly stubborn realm, and a touch of the sun was obliquely.

Before the first day of Lixia, ascend to Luohanshan

The grass and trees are beautiful, and the Qingfeng Canyon is full of dust atmosphere.

In the poetry, the scenery of the world, the sound of the spring of Yanyanzhuang.

Ruizhen was around the wall, and the string was gently hearing.

Ascending the beauty of the hometown of Shi Jue is not a little better than the famous Shanxun.

Early summer return to hometown occasionally

The gazebo takes a nap, and he is used to listening to Liuquan Soseki.

A touch of red clouds are far away, and the crusts willow over the shade of the dyke.

It is difficult to remember the decay of reading.

The writing is still short, and the poetry of spring is looking for.

Early summer and countryside

Liu Yin clip the bank to lock the long embankment, Mo Shang watched Yan pecking.

There are many vines in the diameter, and Lin Shen is crying.

Thousands of green rice became a scene, and a section of Yin gradually fascinated.

From Tao Ran's mountains and rivers, I did not feel the sunset.

Visit Liantang in the early summer

The video screen meets every more violation, and the old friend Xianju Yin Cuiwei.

A burst of smoke blows the rain, and several lines of text are sent to spring.

The green mountains and green water feelings are still, and the face of gray hair is no longer.

Fifty years ago, it was stubborn, and Supu didn't move his heart.

Sense of time

All things are worried about the disease, and Xiao Xuan is as good as a prisoner.

Full of dirt in spring accumulated, and in the season, it was rewarded with summer.

The weirdness of the wind and the clouds, lingering the home country in my heart.

Rongwu borrowed Yaochi Horse and traveled to 800 states in China.

Summer south rush to friends

The green cliff green reflects the small stream east, and the burial guana flowers in May wind.

In the spring of the bamboo forest in spring, the childhood playmate has become a weng.

There are thousands of affection for dreams, holding a cup of liquor in hand.

Mo resentment and mediocrity together, ascended to the heroes.

Ling Yungong on the sick couch

Xia Yin gradually covered Chunyin.

Di Li was unable to say a long time, and he groaned in front of him.

Eyes or tears, the candle knows the elderly.

Even though the floating puppets are uncertain, the flowing water in the dream is clear.

Mei Yue's rain is hard to see the sun

Qing Yin was sitting alone in the rain, and why did the spring go to the summer.

The umbrella is moving with one embankment, and the durian flowers are floating with incense.

The saliva dripping the bayberry festival, moxibustion is difficult to do with humid waist.

Tian Ruo Qingming is drunk, and Shu Mei poems are flourishing.

Renyin Children's Day Send Cheng Rui and Siyuan

He Ri Chu Ying Zhenyi Xiang, Yin Yin was full of chanting.

Demonstration should be uncomfortable, and the jade is not to know that there is a square.

Reporting the country is based on the true skills, and the time to read is not good.

The two grandson hugged Ling Yunzhi, and I poured a cup with the sunset.

Renyin Dragon Boat Festival festivals

I did not focus on reading Li Sao, and the epidemic was shocked.

Bamboo leaves can still be packed with horns, and majestic yellow cannot be reached.

I wake up three -pointer, who crossed the Qingliu eight feet.

The weirdness is not my concern, and the decay may be suppressed or self -made.

Xia You Yinjiangba

At this time, there are many poems, and the green mountains are locked in the river.

Xia Guangdong shot in front of the door, and the slot crossed the west.

Passage the flood peaks, thousands of miles, and the astringent sentences are grinded in the screen.

Jiangcun is a leisurely life, and I will sing while singing.

Mr. Wang Xingming, the neighbor of Jiuguang Township in the summer

Sunshine East Court visited Xiancai, and Chepo Bridge south five miles.

The old age is still naive, and the child is more and more humorous.

There are thousands of poems in Shu Shi, and a cup of Lijiang Liujiu.

Yu Xing also performed Xixi Bamboo Garden, and returned to Mingyue to shine moss.

The Country Garden Villa

Whoever clears the virtuality with the city, a Gao Zhai Yashi lives.

Listening to the rain in front of the pavilion, I turned it over on the shelf.

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Mingyue's eyes peeped into the household, and the four o'clock gardens were also able to hoe.

Missing Father's Day

A little bit of smoke around the green stream, remembering a child.

Children's book reads the sky, and the loving Father Tian Gengri has been west.

I still knew myself, and Lin Shenyao saw the grass.

This morning, with three cups of puppets, the poem was pursuing tears.

I feel like I feel at home in the summer

The curved path climb up to the upper sloping, and he Heng Yue gradually saga.

The willow beside the cigarette rain embankment, mottled green osteophytes.

Although there are many chaos in the world, the period is waiting to turn clear.

Floating and being a good guest, have galloped wine.

Summer Tour

Lan Jing needs to be blue, and Baiyun Piaoyou Fei Teng.

The sound of the spring was gradually disturbed by the cicada, and the sweaty side knew the heat.

Friends are still healthy for the next year, and they can do 10,000 steps a day.

The mouth is hard to arrive in the countryside, and the big bowl is endless.

Summer Ni Xuan take a nap

Green Luo is like a breeze, who has the same thoughts.

Jasmine opened thousands of white, and a new cup of sand was red.

Ginseng is afraid that it is difficult to calm down, and there are no doubts in the pen.

Practice the contract temporarily away from the square inch, shake and go to the east of the small city.

Xiangshui Yuan Dangling Lingyun Pavilion Lord

Xianyu traveled from the dust, and Xin Degao gathered.

The poems pass through the world's mouth, and Yin Peng missed the people.

Enlightenment can be enlightened, and the night is not unreasonable.

The sorrowful stars fell, and Xiahua followed the tears wet clothes.

Summer Sudden Sudden Rain feels

Avoiding the rain on the street, I saw a day when I went out.

Whether there is something often in life, the summer is so weird.

The aging is still full of cups, and the grenade flowers are still full of Yufen.

Jiang Lang sighed and was old, and only smoke can be given to the king.

Xiayou Zhuzhou Shennong Lake

Finally, the mask does not cover the face.

The realm of self -reliance outside the dust, there are good streams in front of the door.

At the stage of Boyan Bank, the wind was sent to the vagua skyromes.

Mo Waji has become old, and the rivers and mountains climb early.

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