"Original Poetry" Yan Yan | Wanting Tian Gao as the hero who lives tomorrow (Word Twelve 阙)

Qingyu Case-Huaixiang

There is no way to persuade people to be away from people.

Blow over the empty teachings.

Liu Feng was strong, fluttering, and wounded.

Piaoling is the most bitter for the native thought, but it is seen in the warm dreams.

Looking at the broken column to dry the green.

The flowing clouds are like waves, and the cigarettes are like a wave.

Sanyu Xia-Begonia Rain Twilight

The flowers of the flowers fell into a diameter, and it was half dizzy after the rain.

There are still people who come, and the bee butterflies are exactly.

Looking back and forth and finding sentences, the rhyme is flowing.

Whoever asked Begonia, lean guessed.

Green Ling Ling-Athlete

Autumn invasion of Jiangnan is full of sorrows, and there are countless redness who can be red.

The injury is not alone.

The bottom of the rain, the destruction of the soft dream is hard to find.

Poetry was so angry that he had nowhere to send, where he was intoxicated.

Messy and colorful soul deeds.

The Jiangshan Festival and Benefills are soaring.

Butterfly Love Flower-Recalling the Older

The river water is clear.

One diarrhea is ruthless, regardless of the grievances.

There were thousands of times in my heart, looking straight into Yunji.

Jiangnan Frost.

At that time, Yangliu Chunfeng was shore.

I hate Jun Huan easily, who can stay with flowers.

Such as dream order

Ding Yan graduated with his brother Tang to Shanghai. His brother has just been repeatedly. It is not expected to release the island for years. Tianshan Jingmei enjoyed the embrace of the show. Do n’t have to give up, now I ’m replied to answer

One hoe, no one thing.

Recalling the same drinking and drinking together, it was only for a long time.

Looking at Hongyao, 80,000 miles of sound news.

Dreams, dreams, and want to review Wang Suncaijun.

Huanxi Sha-Qiuhuai

On the eve of the Liangfeng winding northern window, the disabled red yesterday.

Autumn is full of courtyard walls today.

When you know the realm, you are leisurely, and you can forget the world.

There is no need to be busy.

Langan

The heart is like the cold moon and the moon is like frost, and the flowers are long.

Who asked the lonely dream every year.

The road is vast, where is my hometown.

Stem

Wanhu Liu Xia was covered with cold, and the landlord was cold and sleepless.

The oblique sun is like a dream, the residual flowers are like wine, and then to the pillow.

Who knows who knows all overnight, Lin Xiao asks Cuckoo.

Ying Huai, new sorrow spring water, old hate Yunshan.

Niannujiao-Shanghai Building Evening Overlook

The Jiangfeng blows late, and the lantern is already a lantern.

Ye tastes people, and it is recognized, how many dragons and tigers.

Shikumen compartment, the Old Western Field, repeatedly brewed.

Meng Chengxin City, thousands of reveries thought.

He also resigned from the country.

The amazing articles are arguing, and they have aroused countless Gan Ge.

Xin sang the Northern Expedition, the liberation of Gao Sing, Heaven and Earth Spring.

Wanting the sky, who will live in the hero tomorrow.

Manjiang Hong-Jingjing Huaigu

Where is the door, ascended this way, the clothes are leisurely.

Frozen, the red dust permeated, and there was no reason.

Even though Handan has not lost, Jiangshan finally falls into Qinyu.

Love self -promising, cervical blood transfusion rainbow neon, sadness.

Later, it was more restful; north -south cracks, crossing the river.

Abandoned the temple society, just like off.

Kanxiao Lantai stores splendid, whoever lifts up.

Come on, countless heroes, Zhen three or five.

poppy

Dongfeng, regardless of the scholar, is old, hurriedly withered grass.

I am afraid of my dreams, how can I sigh without sleeping?

When you come to a life, you will do it, who do everything.

Leng Mei swept across the front of the temple, and it was a smile in the state of Tang Yan.

Butterfly Love Flower-Tour Garden Huaigu

Whoever walks like this and where is the Taiwa Tree, it has been banned for a long time.

The young system of the young system was propaganda, and the people were hungry and recognized the king's hunger.

Often sighing heroes, even if he ascended Zun, he still needs to be deep.

Although the joy has long been available, hate Jun does not have long hands.

Note: Emperor Guangxu has "Yiyi System"

About the Author

Yan Yan, Hui Huizhong, Jin people. Born in Liangzhou 1939, youth live in the Hexi Corridor. He graduated and distributed Shanghai. He worked in scientific and technological work in his life. It originated from family studies and learned poetry from an early age. Member of the Chinese Poetry Society, Shanghai Poetry Society, and Chinese Poetry Association. Honorary Vice President of the Chinese Cultural Tourism Poetry Society. National first -class poet, 100 outstanding inheritors of Chinese poetry. Director of the Chinese Academy Alliance, art consultant.

Sina Weibo: "Yan Yan Poetry", "Yan Yan Prose Poems".

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