Zhou Yiyuan | Bai Hui is getting cooked with fruits, chanting in the moon alone (six original poems)

Author:Read good poems Time:2022.07.21

Dongshan Chenxi

Dongshan first appeared in Caixia Sheng, and his eyes looked at the clouds.

The sun is still shielded between the Cebu tree, and from time to time in the morning wind mountains.

The bending diameter is through the quiet place, and the forest weather is clear.

The birds were shocked in the smoke, and Ruixiang was happy.

Pinzi-Farmhouse

Peach pretty, Li Xiangong, persimmon fruit pomegranate is full of red trees.

The pods are green in the melon hanging rack, and the pot is blended with the pot.

Midsummer Yayo

Washing the dust in the mountains and the water, the eyes are full of green greens and green.

Bai Hui gradually fruits, and chanting people in the moon alone.

Mulberry

The mulberry was deeply red, and the season was seductive.

The urchin listening to persuasion should not be greedy, and the dark purple lips can't bear to see it.

Dusk in the mountains

The light smoke gradually became fans, and the tired bird returned to the forest tree.

The sunset in the west, the sword of the pole eyes is like a rainbow.

bamboo

The people entered the bamboo forest at night, and the sound of leaf whistle.

The pole shadow shakes and is beautiful, and Qingshan is like a fantasy moon.

About the Author

Zhou Yiyuan, graduated from the Department of Stomatology of Huaxi Medical University in 1968, was allocated to Guizhou Qiannan Prefecture. The doctor of the Luodian County Hospital, Director of the Five Officials Department of Qiannan Prefecture Hospital, Director of State Oral Disease Prevention Office, Director of Stomatology Department of State People's Hospital, Deputy Chairman of the Guizhou Qiannan State Committee of the Jiu San Academy, and member of the Standing Committee of the Qiannan State CPPCC were retired. Six years ago, I was inconvenient to move my cerebral infarction and gradually became interested in poetry.

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