[Original Poems] Xu Bixia | 15 poems of Qiu Fu Yin Draft (阕)

Diary pen

The melon bed withering red, the hibiscus smoke willow line is stiff.

Bai Yuwo pond was cool and hot, and the yellow hair was slightly cool.

The green tree cicada was covered, and the ruffled frogs were hidden.

The most farmers are difficult to refine, and the red black backs of salt cream.

Yan Ye

Xiaoshi Yanhui Bai, the sky is red.

There was no place to go, Liu Xiamu Tangfeng.

Visit friend

Cool Riman Street Tour, bus heat waves.

The coolness is difficult to be autonomous, and it is anxious.

The deep lanes are all guests, and the high -rise friends are neighbors.

Will get off the appointment, sweat two or three.

Little live in the countryside to get back to the city

The electric fan opened the night for a long night, who complained about the heat wave?

The rural bamboo charm is difficult, and the air -conditioning in the city admires it.

Great Summer Season

Asahi opened the white light, Taixiao Zhan stagnated flames.

Yan Bo Yiyi Cicada was dry, and the summer steaming car panic.

The tea room chatted lazily, and the study room was embarrassed.

The affection of the Headian Department, there is a dream Yiyi in Zixiang.

Ren Yinliqiu

Yan Yanzhu was fainted, who Xiao Kaichen was autumn.

The cicada chanting the wind turned the old song, and the traitor was charm and attracted new sorrows.

It is difficult to lose the crown, and when you do n’t treat people cold and worry, ①.

Calfering the ancestor of the month, how can the coat cut?

Note ① British Prime Minister Johnson was forced to resign and stepped down; NATO faced the embarrassment of "airless" this winter.

Ren Yinli Qiu Diary

Fu Summer Yanguang cooks bitterly, and Guato is half -dry.

Yelai Qiuxin Chicken Hair heat, and then report to Jiangtian into the stove.

Erfu Tianxianji

Chiqing thousands of miles is high, and the flowers are soil and withered.

The construction site burn the cloud rammed, and the farmer was boiled in water.

The soup wind turns green tiles, and the sweat is shredded.

The food and clothing are worry -free and comfortable, and the air conditioner is comfortable as a silkworm sleep.

Renyin Mo Fu Ji

Qiu Chan was weak and stuffy steamer, and the end was still burning.

The thin bamboo tip of the head is full of flames, and the soup wind is rolled under the forest leaves.

The sound of the pond dumping frog is absolutely empty, and the Liu Anyan smoke cicada is empty.

The Chi Emperor burned the sky, and I do n’t know how to crack Yuan Qiong.

Ren Yin's summer the day before the scenery

The air is bright and white, and the silver screen is red.

The book is in the summer, and the weather is stuffy.

The father was sweating, and Hetian witnessed.

Finding the shade is rare, and the shake fan attracts soup wind.

Renyin Summer Summer

When Qiu Chan was unknown, he was bullied by the summer.

Sichuan Gui burning mountain fires, Suzhou -Hangzhou -hot snakes.

Buyou-Qiufufeng

Blow the noodles and smoke, and the ground is dusty.

The bird -language frog sounds open, and the clouds are boiling in the sky.

The lotus rhyme is ten thousand miles.

The bamboo shadow shakes the green yin, but the soup is up.

Recalling Qin'e-Fushen Tian

Tang Fenglie, Chiqing Wanli Yun Lan must be absolutely.

Yun Lan was unique, the pond was dry, and the nest was cracked.

Steam and boil the salt cream, insert rice and contain the valley Fengnian year.

Disposal, half -pot aged, a round of crescent moon.

Nankezi-praying rain

The red sun burned the sky, and the water was boiled.

Dry the wind on the star pier. Sequential teeth burning incense and candle, worshiping Dragon Palace.

The pond crack frog sound is absolutely empty.

The steamed steamer in the scorch field. The sound of rainfall guns suddenly raised, comforting township farmers.

Frost Tianxiao Jiao-Qiu Yun

Golden wind is rich, three thousand miles.

The thick wipe is light and casual. He Danran, Cangshan painted.

Guiyuan Xiangzhuan, Jumana flowers.

The flowing ink is often returned, and the age is familiar and Feng Yinhui.

Die Lianhua-Ren Yin's outsidal day

Summer has never receded high heat. Out of Fuyan Burning, the transformation is also intensified.

The 100,000 soup wind was boiling, and Chiqing was empty.

The bottom of Peng Ze Xingdun Lake starts. The reed smoke, heron bird silt.

Suddenly reported that the saddle ① is in place today, and Mi Tian is hard to succeed.

Note ① The typhoon "saddle" is generated.

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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