Selected poetry ｜ Linjiang waves are excited with green fluttering, enjoying fishing songs and making late tide

"Huanxi Sand · Who Listening to the Wind Lonely"

Text / grassy grass

Who listens to the wind for a long time? The rivers are more depressed. Feihong went to Ying Yaoyao.

The cup of wine was settled down by the window, and the emptiness only laughed at each other. The cold lantern is lonely shining Lengxi Bridge.

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"Ski Night"

Wen / Spring and Autumn

The cedar is near the setting sun, and the Lingling is vast.

Whoever made the flute from Yamato Village, the wind blows the plum blossoms all the way.

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"Tian Mei"

Text/Leng Yan Rose

Xiangxue You Frost Hidden Ziying, Ruizhu Makeup Powder is clear.

Dan Xinyu's bones are beautiful, and the cold and cold flavor is more heartbroken.

Plum blooms, in the street pavilion. The cold resurgence competed with spring.

Yue Yin's words gave a text, and the flowers were drunk for a lifetime.

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"Dawn Dawn"

Text/Leng Yan Rose

Several planes were shining on the top of the wall, and half a round of ice was blowing cigarettes.

The wild water mountains are light, and the waves of clouds are cold.

The wind is lonely, and the night is stubborn. Three -point cutting into the poem.

The sound of the chicken sang Xiaoxing returned, and the sparked language became dazzling.

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"The Forbidden City in the Snow Snow"

Text/Leng Yan Rose

Jun bone pine gave birth to Bai Yanyan. Black Soul and Snow Choishason is back.

Jincheng Yuyu Qingxiu. Biwar Tong Court Zidian.

Same as Butterfly, Xian Meijian. The fragrant wind frowned.

I was drunk where I was drunk, and I seemed to be on the New Year in front of the Forbidden City.

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"Da Tian Dahan"

Text/Leng Yan Rose

Wanshumi opened the snowy corridor, and Hua Zhengzhu wrapped in winter makeup.

The layers of white fluff are brilliant, and the film is red and cold.

Spring is near, and the day is long. It is common for idlers to get drunk.

Jiangshan seemed to paint thousands of miles, and Ruiqi Yingmen entered the door of the house.

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"Eye Mei"

Text/Zihan

The flowers of the Xiao Se River are in the autumn of flowers, and the smoke and rain are sorrowful.

Half -mountain sunset, a few new goose, a leaf light boat.

When you are isolated acacia, when will you meet?

Poor Yaoye, ruthless moon, love to break the West Tower.

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"Cai Sangzi"

Text/East City

The wind and cold rain invaded the body, and the platform gallery was outside the threshold.

Mei Rui is fragrant. The lone pillow is cooler.

Pay for no reason, cutting the west window of the candle.

Makeup on the mirror. Wuling wine is speechless.

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"Ru Meng Ling Winter Winter"

Text/Leng Yan Rose

At the beginning of the snow flying flowers, Hua Die Xingyun private.

The incense in the bottom of my heart was floating, sitting on the window in winter.

Floating and drifting. It seems to be sent to the Chun Dynasty.

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"Huanxi Sand. Clear incense Bishui Popular Qionglou"

Text/Leng Yan Rose

Xueying Jingcheng's scenery is leisurely, and the fragrance is soaked in Qionglou,

At this time, the night is gentle.

The back of the spring back as a fu, the star movement can be chanting.

What is the reason for Yixin?

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"Wanxi Sands Mocked"

Text/East City

Chaos half of his life is not long. In front of the mirror, dyed autumn cream. Yan Yanrong is desolate.

The cold rain urged the leaves to fall, and the wind was sparse. No longer the young boy Lang.

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"Five Dou"

Wen / Zhang Jianping

The wild deer was chasing Wu Liu, but Nanshan looked at it.

The northern window listened to the plum language, and the west water was ups and downs.

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"Early Spring Brother"

Text/Li Jiarong

In the painting screen, who wakes the wind a day.

Jiang Mei came here to pity, and the shore Liu Yu was eyes.

The guest cup is dark green ants, and the rain and wind are warm.

The old garden was here, and the promotion of Tao Li listened carefully.

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"Early Autumn Bitter"

Text/Li Jiarong

The year of the order is empty, and the sycamore is not cast.

Qi steaming flowers want to get rid of, the wind is still invading the heat.

The birds returned to the mountains, mad cicadas.

It was expected to get bothering for me.

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"Seven Absolute Tide"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

Linjiang waves are fluttering, enjoying the late tide of fishing songs.

The song should know that the goddess is bitter, and Fei Liu pats the shore to be magnificent.

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"Seven Laws · Wuchun"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

In the face of the spring breeze, he faced the veil and thought of the world to mulberry.

Kai Yan Meiyu has to tilt wine, and the shadow of real gold is like home.

Slowly, he asked for the moon, and Gao Fei did not read into Xia.

The world is aware of the current affairs, and everything is full of years.

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"Seven Must -Wangling"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

Lingxia New Year, he asked, and Bing was incorporated into the wild Meilan.

Yu Rui in the mud was snowing, so anyone in the mud.

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"Seven Must -Winter Snow"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

After Huaiyun Yu turned to the window, Xiaori Sisi Mujian.

Many people watch fish and white dance, and people fish from the house.

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"Seven Must -Xiaogang is the two poems"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

(one)

Xiaogang Chun returns to the green water, and the clouds cover the old house.

Looking at the pulse of the same hometown, there are several sorrows in Liu Anyan.

(two)

The small port flying flowers is quiet, and the old house is near the stream.

Looking at the pulse of the same hometown, Liuxiang Yan fans don't worry.

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"Zhaojun Resentment · No Sleep"

Text/Tianya a tired guest

Liu Xia's heart was different, and there was no good sentence under the lamp.

Hate the bell in the middle of the night, so hurried.

There was no tear on the pillow, and the flowers on the tree fell asleep.

Disable Yue Xuanxuan window, saying cool.

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"Zhaojun Resentment · Wangxiang Two"

Text/Tianya a tired guest

One

The trail leisure pavilion was deserted, and the sound of insects was weak.

A new chrysanthemum, wearing a yellow skirt.

The world is the most expensive, and it tastes alone.

The season is Chongyang, read the hometown.

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Second

Who blew the green smoke, how white hair was chaotic.

Disease wine is not about autumn, it is autumn sorrow.

Dare to ask Nianhua who is mistaken, and tolerate the flowers from the tree.

Standing in the sunset, Wangxiang Guan.

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