Daily good poems ｜ Lian Jun has not met with me, why is it too hurried in others?

"thunderstorm"

Text/Li Jiarong

The dark and dense, the drum urging.

Yulong drive movies, iron horses howl.

The usual changes in Yan Liang, Changchou's road is sorrowful.

Where is Xianxian, Hu Zhan dangled Cui Yan.

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"Nanxiangzi · Lotus Temple Late"

Text/Li Jiarong

The wind turned over the small lotus, and the rolling Qiong Zhu fell into the jade plate.

Several Fumi new baths, Shan Shan, exceeded the flowers and winds.

Xiangyan Yuejuan, Miya Tiantian is pitiful.

Think of Qiu Lai people, leisurely, stabbing Jiangnan to play lotus.

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"Looking at the Moon on June 15th"

Text/Li Jiarong

Wanli people are still good, the most round tonight.

Looking with who, pity me alone.

Yuyu Fujia, Jin Bun Yi Youth.

The old tour is no longer, and the flowing water is still.

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"Love Evening Pavilion"

—— (Training Course of Shitizhai Poetry Federation · Issue 3)

Text/Li Jiarong

Lushan is suitable for autumn, sitting on the first string moon.

Do not have acacia, so teach maple butterfly falling green branches.

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"Crying Tube"

Text/Li Jiarong

Lian Jun has not met with me, why is it too hurried in others!

Bai Fengfu flew cicada, and he was speechless for a while.

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Li Jialong, a poet with a laurel of the Sleeping Poetry Club, formerly known as Li Maoqing, is named Liu Qin, born in Gengwu, native of northern Guangdong. Consultant in the Poetry Society of Lianzhou City and a member of Maoming City Jianxian have won awards in poetry, and poetry works are scattered in various publications.

Pay attention to sleeping, poetic habitat

Facing the sea, looking for light with black eyes. On November 16, 2015, the Poetry Society of Sleeping Poetry Club, the Poetry Club took the mission of "speaking for grassroots poets" and the purpose of promoting the "spirit of poetry", that is, the pursuit of the truth, kindness and beauty of poetry, the artistic innovation of poetry, and the spirit of poetry. Poetry friends have been published in the collection of poems "The Spring Blossoms of Sleeping Poems" and "The Grass Ying Ying Flying on Sleeping Poems".

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