"Original Poetry" Xu Bixia | Fifteen poems and songs of summer drafts (阕)

Manjiang Hong-Ren Yin Lixia

The sparse sky, the soft and fading, the haze is full.

The village is wide and the scope is green, and Liu Tang Yin is full.

The bee butterfly was dense in the snap, and the sons were raised in the voice.

The rice seedlings are tender and white water plow sound, the agricultural situation is a shaft, and the scroll is drawn.

Mountain rhyme, Linquan skewers.

More Yunliang Yanwu, stove smoke stretching.

The heart is in the spring, and when the Sanxia Zhaominghuan is welcomed.

Throwing and thrown, Feng Yan from the present, buried his head.

鹧鸪 节-Xiaoman season

The southern country seedlings are yellow, and the cherry is red through the wooden incense.

The sub -regulations are plowing, and the social swallow is flipping the rain line.

Baiquan is overflowing, green lotus, lianxian hundreds of thousands of weaving.

The city seal is difficult to Xiaoxiang, and the breeze is sent to the breeze.

[Double Tune-Two Gui Ling] It's time for rural inflammation again

The villages and villages were almost faint. The summer cage is so hot.

The clouds are shining, the birds are sparse, and the peasants are primitive.

Roman Shanghe Huang was tight, and in his heart, he apologized for his soul.

The wine and vegetables have no fen, the bamboo couch stretchs, and a dream is in the early morning.

Midsummer Rain

Shen Lei slowly invaded, and the mountains danced in the forest.

The sound of the rain cicada was washed, and the sound of Yantai Hui Luo.

The first rainbow in the summer

The sunlight rainfall has a long sky, and a hole flying bridge.

Check through the book of Tan notice.

Midsummer Leisure

The thunder was in a hurry overnight, and the Qingxi Yishui was flowing.

The wicker dances with the waves, and the lotus leaves are waved.

文 ，, Wenhong 霭.

Jingzhong is hard to come, and it is suddenly thick.

Midsummer Village Witter

Shuiman Village Tian Shuangluhuang, Qingxi tide rising Liu Jingyang.

Yellow Plum Tree goes on the mountains, and the green bamboo tip church. Yanxiang.

The layers of Lingling are beautiful, and the smoke is saved.

I often listen to the wind and rain, and the flowers are incense.

Mango season

Dividey seedlings are monopolized with wheat yellow, farmers' switching fashion.

Chi He divided into new green, and the early rice was darkened.

The frog drum sounded in the middle of the year.

A few glasses of turbid wines are hot, and a bowl of tea is cool.

Summer solstice

The egret probe is silver bamboo chaos, and the green lotus hood jumps beads.

Tiangong prepared the Summer Santang water, enough for Wu Niu to roll a few.

Nanxiangzi-Xiaoshu

The sparrow is flying around the field. New Valley Chuka Early.

The plowing father was happy to taste two capsules.

Full mouthful of Qijin Siyomi.

Thunderstorm fever. Bai Yu wearing beads and swallows chased.

Half the rainbow is flat, blurred.

A bowl of herbal tea bamboo chair.

Xia Yi

Tian Nong Yun Yun's summer, suddenly whistling.

I knew helplessly, and continued to break the sound.

Summer

Hecho -sturdy is shaken, and the village garden is rich.

Ziqi family field around, Baiyun Yeling floats.

The cooked valley in the middle, the sun is inserted into the green seedlings.

The cooked smoke skewed, the chicken was led by Dashao.

Summer night

The fire burning the clouds and quietness, the lone moon patrol the sky is extraordinarily clear.

Sunbi Khan was tired, and Murakama was snoring.

Summer day

Chiqing tanned the sky, and the stagnant red wheel spit out the flames.

The cicada moaning was cool, and the farmers suddenly whistled.

Early the seedlings were dyed in the towards Huihui, and the valley was inlaid late.

Where does the summer be infatuated?

Man Tingfang-Xia Yun

The green stratum was covered, the red black was half -covered, and Yanghui Baiyu carnival.

The hot wind was abused, and Zhu Khan boiled Hetian.

A period of atmosphere retreated, and it was still hovering.

Cicada worms cried, the west mountains were sunset, and the fire was burned again.

Nongxinzhi is familiar, wild poultry likes to eat, and his father is sad.

Zhuang Ding, Weng Weng stayed with cooking smoke.

It is difficult to give up the three -point hometown, can't bear to cut, and generations.

Only in the year, the year was smooth, and the envy continued the year.

About the Author

Xu Bixia, male, after 50, retired cadres of Wanzai County Government in Jiangxi Province. He is currently a member of the "Chinese Poetry Society" and "International Chinese Poetry Association", a director of the Chinese Poetry Association.

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