"Original Poetry" Yan Yan | Who knows me in heaven and earth.

Old love

On the diameter of the morning mountain, send it to the nighttime dwarf;

Outside of the barren Valley, there is nothing to do with autumn wind;

A pot of people moon shadow, half -crafted poems;

Talking and working hard and suffering, it is enough.

Fascinating

Mountain road around the lone village, Maoyan open bamboo door;

Linchen is full of work, and the frequency of pan -in -the -world thought;

Watch the history of the green, the sound of the piano;

It is difficult to ask the sky, the star pendant wants to tear the clouds.

Empty

Thousands of rolls of poetry books are flowing, and the old hills are lying in the rest of the year,

Bamboo windows and firewood clouds are chic and do not envy the red dust.

Moon window

The moon's windows are not lit, and the body light enters the void,

Youyou God was soaked in the haze, and his heart listened to the sound of the heavens.

Night rain

Listening to the wind cottage wins the side building, night rain knocked on the window to add dreams;

Although Shiyun is cold, it is cold, and you have long -lasting vegetable garden autumn;

What happened to the old Yu of Baitou Village, Li Yuan, Chi County, still worked;

Shulu is difficult to be uniformly wild, and he is uniformly to listen to the Chinese feast to cover the porridge.

breakfast

Qingye invited the air in the air, and stopped the bowl of potato.

Cloud -headed white bird plate high tree, envy me in poverty.

Species late

Next to the roots of the bean trees, the whole soil needs to be rented after leased,

A little bit of talking, the coward call me the sunset.

Music

The nature of the country is not exhausted, and the mud feet are less money;

Back to the desert forest, look down at the fence;

Fortunately, I invited Sanzi Mao to live in a leisurely body;

Qian Gong practiced agricultural fingers, diligence class graduation;

Falling and falling, miscellaneous vegetables are close;

Although there are not many species, the daily supply is full;

Mi Sha is not happy, how fresh the green onions;

薯 薯 and taro potato, baked better;

Life is so vulgar, enter the valley to be more happy;

Star Moon Old Friends, Lan Zhuman Tim;

Half cups are embellishment, slightly rushing rhyme;

The dust is analyzed, and the fate is noticed by Linquan;

Who knows me in heaven and earth.

Night window

Under the night window, it was groaned and informing the autumn to get a dream difficult to warm up,

Mo Jiao wounded his ears, and he picked a piano on the wall.

Hill

The mountains and the wind are happy, listening to the waterfall, listening to bamboo, listening to birds, listening to bamboo, listening to birds,

Yuquan ice and snow fried tea, spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Cherish flowers

Celebrate flowers and lack of flowers, love and selfishness,

Wen Yan said that Zen was in guidance, and no one was in the mountains.

Jiangguan Yedu

Yun sweeping Jiang Mi Road, Qionghua chased me;

Jade inlaid on the shore willow, silver wrong bridge house;

Yang Su Ru incense is cold, flying flowers shining at night;

Returning to the boat, he was still drunk.

Dream West

Langye Tianya is in this life, it is known that the flowing water is not full of water,

During the decline, Jiangdong guest was forbearing.

Lianwo-Chicken and dolphin knowledge

I am used to traveling to the original wild, and the food pecking and doing myself,

Do not think about the knife, follow the road.

Puzhou mood

Back to He Yi to go to the building again, it is the old sorrow, the old sorrow,

The sprinter was 30,000 yuan, and the haze was difficult to see.

History

The literati spit out the world, often for the axes of the heroes,

Wo Blood Rogue Soldiers smashed the old stove, and the new pot also fry the people.

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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