[Famous Poet] He Qi Sanqi is a selection collection

About the Author

He Qi, Su Song, Anhui, member of the Chinese Poetry Society, member of the Anhui Writers Association, Vice President of the Society of Poetry and Poems of Suusong County, Vice Chairman of the Writers Association of Suusong County, Deputy Director of the Poetry Couplets Committee of the Chinese Natural Resources Writers Association, Yunfan Poetry Friends planning. He is the author of "He Qi Three Words" and "He Qi Three Sentences".

Beside the lotus pond

Heartchen has no trace, and the aroma is clear.

I set up Luki on the side of the pond.

Withered plum

Xiang Duo is still white like salt, and the cold is driving in the tip of Shuofeng.

Just because of the snow frost, it can dispel Xiayan at a glance.

Heat up

How many people can there be in the side of the pond, how many people can there be?

Looking for a cool place, the lotus leaf was pillowed by his body.

Answer the phone

At this time, the oblique moon was full of profit, and his fingers touched the screen and were shocked.

But the two ends were silent, moving silently.

Reunion

Liu Si was lush and rainy.

Let's go all thousands of times and go, pitying as a reunion.

Peach blossom

Girls Railway clothes in Bixi, the old man hip the stick to see the vegetables,

There is nothing more than a peach blossom source.

See the vine outside the wall and reach out of the courtyard

The soft vine was flowing slightly, and the wind was not oblique.

Sometimes people are not as good as leisure, and I do n’t consider Luo Teng.

Painting

The heart is in the lotus pond.

Mo Dao is affectionate and difficult to draw, please look at the neck.

wind

If you want to complain to himself, come and hurry.

I do n’t know people ’s heart, who knows the wind again?

Village bank

The new melon knot has been completed, and the long vine is vertical and horizontal.

There is no restraint in front of the grass door, and there is a dog when a dog is separated.

farewell

Look at the tears of tears in the hands, and the cold water is dry.

The king said that soon, what was the unknown soon?

Slow

It is better to be new in love and love.

Time is still slow, just thinking about one person in a lifetime.

Guan Meetang after drinking

In the western part of the moon, the begonia branches were shifted.

People are not flourishing, and when they are half -blooming, they are half -blooming.

Wind blows

The wind ignored the West Garden, and the bamboo was loud.

It is still warm to fly, and it is speechless to blow away from the branches.

Twilight

One pond is pity, and it is not close to each other.

There is no star and no moon tonight.

Ask for directions

The ancient customs of the cottage are still existing, referring to the gentle language of Tutuang.

I am afraid that people will not know the way in front, and they can say that Yuanxi can get to the door.

White lotus

The Tong West Tour was rewarded Tangdong, and it was not red.

It seemed that the snow was better than snow, and Yan Tian didn't melt in June.

Put the folding lotus leaf to give the northern beauty

After the year, the road has not been explored, and one leaf is far away.

When it comes to the rain, you can listen to Jiangnan with it.

Prepare

It is known that the outside moon plus three, and the bud and leaf Qingqing costumes.

West Lake Longjing for people to plug in Jiangnan.

The passengers on the car are not known where they are when they wake up

When I woke up, I wanted to stop, and I didn't know my eyes.

Some enthusiastic people told each other, and they had been from 淝 to Songzi.

Xiaoxia mobile phone listening song

Rhododendron cried, cracked ice and tenderness.

It is already a small summer, and spring sounds are still given in the screen.

Propose ancient

That Chunfang Cao Bi Qingqing, the song Li Ge did not listen.

The willow branches were tears, at that time, a long pavilion was ten miles.

Xiang Mu in the lotus pond

The wind dumped half of the pool, hate to see Jiaozi trap.

Don't be alone, the waves are not alone, and life is afraid of late.

Load

Born only the water and clouds, you have to cry when you listen to the heron.

The scattered falling is biased in the blue wave, and the half petals are not taught into mud.

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