Ai Ai Ji Ji

Author: Li Linfang

I patrolled my peaks and mountains over and over again, gully

My roof is a small slope

The entire Yellow Sea is swollen, and the glowing is slightly ——

At a glance, I looked at the courtyard, and paved the way. Proud farmers

Sitting on Aihuan, moving on the bottom of the puppet, the most smooth part of the flowing water

There is no comparative decisions in Shangcang: a peak and mountain that is separated from the deep

One vein flowing disk grows feet buckle

Drinking the drifting cloud

Going away- ——

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Summer is to the extreme, Ai Yan let go

Like a free fall, I follow the trend

Go down, hang tens of thousands of steep walls

So many years

I have raised enough ups and downs

self-portrait

I am always willing to bow their heads, the grass comes to the dark fragrance

Wild flowers are on the side, open all the way

The stones washed by rainwater, there is a clear gas

The autumn wind blows the stream, and it is old all at once

As always ignorant

As if the mother in the mirror image

I have been here, I have never been here again

And I come out of my old shadow

The mountains and rivers are there, the river is there, the love wormwood is full of hillside

Perilla ripples in the breeze, and the leaves are sequy at first glance

The sharp sharpness of the flashes, to all things

There is great compassion, and I also hold a small querous manner- ——

Occasionally at first glance

Slowly fall down, small thorns, slightly poisonous poison

Press no table, reconcile with the world for the time being

There are grass, wood, and square, pressed in the reincarnation

Steamed momentum

Sink in time in the world

Like sunset Xishan

Convergence feathers, hiding the turbulent golden yellow

Winter is getting deeper, everything is peaceful

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Thirty miles from Wulian County to Shizhang Township, from the villages

On the small slope, the turn of the turn, the mountains are getting higher, and the mountain roads all the way

Twenty -five miles to the villa

The villa was once called Shanzhuang Township, and then it was called Yoshuang District

Thirteen villages, scattered in the mountains

Mountains besieged, self -contained

An Cotton, can occupy the mountain as the king

Nowadays, the clouds are fog, and I entered the fairy cave.

The scales of the terraces grow to the mountainside, and occasionally occupy the top of the mountain

The smoke and smoke shake, Nanshan is dangerous

The peak returned to the water, and the folks tamed by the sun and the moon were walking on the mountain road

There are always some deep mountains that have not been reclaimed, hiding beast traces, eagle wings, fairy

After the colorful hillside Dai color peaks, the third mountain mountains are stubborn

The deep, the cliffs are critical, the stream is clear, and the stones are standing above the clouds.

The fox and wolf fly over the deep downtown Daze

A phosphorus fire disappears in the night

Winter is getting deeper, everything is peaceful

I saw that thatched grass was higher than the mountains, my mother

The foot of the old -fashioned sewing machine

When the day is clear, the ridge line shakes

Send it to the fabric calmly

About the author: Li Linfang, Wu Lian from Shandong, a member of the China Writers Association, and a contractor signed by the Shandong Writers Association. He is the author of the poem collection of "Su Hua", "Ai Ji Poetry", "Blue", "Listening Solding", and has won the "Poetry" Awards, the Chinese Red Sorghum Poetry Award, and the top ten teachers and writers in the country.

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