Fu Shunlan, a poet of Chu Feng Poetry Society of the Chinese Poetry Society of Hubei Province

About the Author

Fu Shunlan, a native of Zhangcheng, Xiangyang, Hubei, the Chinese Poetry Society, the Chinese Ci Fu Society, the Hubei Provincial Federation Society, the Hubei Provincial Association of Hubei Province, the director of the Xiangyang Poetry Society, and the vice president and secretary -general of the Nanzhang County Poetry Society. Since the beginning of one or two years, Xi Ji has been scattered in publications at all levels and occasionally works in the national poetry league.

Red chrysanthemum in front of the door

The favorite fiber is deep purple, but born in barren soil but melting.

There are two or three flowers between the branches, just like a cluster of spring flowers.

Winter occasional loquat flowers fluttering

The petals between the shaded trees float, and the stars shake lightly.

It was not in spring, but it seemed to be lonely in spring.

On the way to Gulinping

The white wall Daiwa attracted the flow of streams, and it was peaceful into the camera.

Foraging the lamb in Mo Shang, the spring breeze grazing the world tour.

Winter scenery

The first -order oblique shadow is the first -order sun, and the warmth is like a spring dog.

The leeks vomit green and green, and you are still yellow.

Spring Day

In March, Yangchun was lazy, and I felt like I woke up.

Whoever flys out of the window, every time you urge people to be empty.

Bayquan Village Cai Gen returns (Tongyun)

Flowers in front of the pond yarn, unforgettable buds outside the wall.

Look at the photo in the screen for a long time, and the fragrance array enters the cup of tea.

Gucheng Nanhe Village is the scenery

The mangosteen is slightly crusted, and two or three goose and duck water flows.

The rose was as good as the rose, and the petal was half soft with the wind.

Tianjiaying is the scenery

The courtyard fence is shallow, and the red flowers are in the spring.

The sound of the sound was not just the dog shook his tail, and the water was busy from the front ditch.

Guantian Family Camp Gold and Silver Flower Base

The wind blows gloomy and fragrant, red and purple green green makeup.

The peasant woman Tianzhong fulfilled a dream, and a basket of happiness was happy.

Visit the Hutong Cotton Textile Factory and Mother's Day (Tong Yun)

The same new cotton -like flowers, touching the prosperous mother.

The oil lamp swaying in the soil house, the sound of the cold night car warmed the home.

Guan Gulin Ping Paeonia Lao Flower Flower

The fog starts from the empty mountain, and the guest is out of Ping.

Who blooms because of the bloom, splendid.

Tin Shui Jingzhuang Mei

Yishui often moisturizes, pearl spring materials.

Including ice flowers alone, the rainy leaves are opened.

The essence of the bone is empty, and the fragrance is the second time.

Fiber is proud, so fearless?

Xin Choujun, the old house of Zhanghe, Zhanghe

The green as agate entered the eyes light, and the flowers and trees were deeply profitable.

One pulse of mountains and rivers are ups and downs, and the river is full of water and grass.

The ancient room wind and rain wall hangs, and the fire paper rivers and lakes are bright.

Three or two treasures came again, and Zhujian stopped asking Fang Ming.

Reunify Gulongzhong with your family

Following the steps, you are full of wind and green.

Stopping in front of the monument, the turtle is looking for the turtle.

The pavilion is close to the blue sky on the top of the mountain, and the radial flowers are groaning.

You know that you are young, and you don't have pity to climb the building.

Peng Jiaying is the scenery

A jujube red persimmon is blue and yellow, and the water is rolling around the village.

The small town is characteristic, and the old camp villa is brilliant.

Cross the bridge and go to Tian Tou, pick the vegetables and follow the fence.

Looking at the fruits of the greenhouse, the grape skewers are tasted.

Visit Shuntianzhai

Thousands of years of ancient walls standing on the mountains, and there are countless autumn of stone moss.

Miscellaneous Wild Artemisia is free, and the incense car is a long -guest love Qingrou.

The smoke sighed like a dream, and the years left.

Shengshi Ankang is today, laughing and laughing.

Praise the spiritual lecture group of the Sixteen Plenary Session

The preaching platform was put in place, and he was surprised to have flowers everywhere.

Only after listening to the streets of the streets, and watching Tian Toutuan, he also.

Leading the spirit of the spirit, the weather is exhaled to the charm.

Every time she is drunk from the poem, Yayun Qingxin's realm.

Xin Chou's winter solstice

One cold dew and a cool, bleak in the winter, see the frost.

Just like the newly opened silk chrysanthemum warm, and pity for a few buds.

Although the sorrow years are endless, the lake and sea are still fragrant in spring and autumn.

Due to the wind and wind, it is short and long at night.

Winter Caifeng Hejiayuan

In the eyes, not only the ponds, the pavilion and the couple are corresponding.

Cheng Xing also heard Lianye Mai, and he saw Tianyang again.

Row Chao Yao faced Kuanping Road, and Meiying leaned to the cultural wall.

The noodles of the cloth became memory, and the childhood fun paintings were hidden.

Xin Chou, Passing Xiyuan Lane Fengla Kaikai

The plum blossoms of the alleys are scattered again, and the snow is covered with new yellow.

The branches are squeezed in crystal color, and the light shakes light.

Due to the tight wind of the cold wind, it is still long.

With Sun Yang's head, I looked at it, and I felt that Bingqing had a partition wall.

Ren Yinjun and Sun Yu's hometown embankment

The willow along the embankment has gone without a trace, and the long river is fused.

The characteristic of the characteristics of the Fanzhuang Ge, the real enterprise is surrounded by the island.

Bamboo to the garden tree, the wild poultry flying over.

The leftover needle is still thin, and childhood fun is like light wind.

Yu Wulongxi

After the rain at the beginning of the rain, Wulongxi, with the fragrance of the hip -off fragrance of the fans.

The silence of the wind flutters willow, and the grass pecks the insect chicken.

Tian Yaoyao facing the Etima Pavilion, where the courtyard is mud.

However, the royal mausoleum dormitory, Xin Suiyong recovered.

Ten miles of wind in Quanshuiyan Village is the scenery

Whoever gave birth to the spring water crescent spring, there is a fortunate to explore the foot in the dust.

Suspected to take a walk in Jiangnan Garden, Wanlin was side by side.

The hidden court of the promenade is wide, and the green house of green bamboo winds is suddenly.

After freshness in the rain, Yoyouzhou swayed the blue waves.

Tianjiaying impression

The flowing water was light, and the stranger in front of the courtyard always met.

The painting of civilization is on the wall, and it is talented to nourish the wood.

Hometown is more ambitious, and the secretary of Shisheng is more clever.

The honeysuckle fancy fragrance is thousands of miles, and the red flag is hunting to Bishong.

Rural fields

Shui Ruyu belt towards Hu Ying, and I am in poetic painting.

Unsifying winter fragrance, full of sleeves, silent birds.

The seedling needle was drunk slightly, and Mai Langcheng slowly ranked slowly.

Along the way, the frog tweeted when he laughed.

Xijiangyue · Huying community has a sense

It seems to be walking away, talked lightly in the gold and silver flowers, the sunny and brilliant wheat tricks, and the bird branches jump.Obsessed with the campus stone bamboo, and it is still faint.Calculate Jiufeng and seedlings.The sunset was forgotten to get drunk.

Xijiangyue

Passing through the village along the water, walking away with your mind.The bell on the side of the courtyard of the courtyard, drunk is a childhood red dates.

The old man of the pavilion sat idle, and the pastoral rice was shaken frequently.Two or three rivers fluttered in the clouds, forgetting the troubles in the dust.

Buddy

The villa was adjacent to the goose.The family dog loved ones swayed his tail and attracted the way to the village road.

Mai Green Zhengying Gate, Mei Yi's branches were making trouble.Looking at the end of the tiger's year, I laughed.

子 鹧鸪 鹧鸪 鹧鸪 鹧鸪 鹧鸪 鹧鸪 鹧鸪 鹧鸪 鹧鸪 鹧鸪 鹧鸪 鹧鸪 鹧鸪 鹧鸪 鹧鸪 鹧鸪 鹧鸪

Holding the special issue to read it carefully, the snowfall was not known.The ink fragrance of the book was rolled up at the fingers.

Ying Yinglou, Yu serial.Xijiang Moon climbed together, Fengchi Yin was still intoxicated, and Mo Dao was sore at that time.

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