[Original Poems] Yan Yan | Lang Lang Book Poems, Drive all the way to the home (fifteen poems)

Dianchi

Han Xiangshui Park

Qu Zhunzhanting Bridge Chuanqiao, Qingyi Cuili dipped in soft strips,

Dongfeng was smoky overnight, and the academy asked Xue Tao.

Liu Meng

Cui Si He Xin is inclined by the water, and the rain buds fry the five buds,

In the past few days, it was chaotic, and the dream of flying around the world was around the world.

Flower diameter

Begonia's spring path is gloomy, and the same time is early and late,

Wan Dou Fang fell behind, who remembered the first branch.

Rainflower

Youpidou Chunyin is silent, and the clouds and red leaves,

No one has come and go, the birds are flying over the flowers.

Bing Shenxia and Zhang Pengyu

Mr. Bobei Xi'an City

Watch the sinking of the Xihui Western Regions and revisit the five cool winds,

The vicissitudes of the three dynasties, in the look at the Tao.

Note: Five Xiliang Kingdoms in history.

Look back

Clouds cover the romance, hills are speechless,

He Ziwo a lot, see the loyal soul tomb.

Mountain view

Visit the villages and visit the valley, and I am half -suspended in the Tongyantan,

Right now, Aoyama is far away, and Baiyun Xu is a short window smoke.

The spring state of Dianchi Lake is particularly affectionate, and the mountains are like a rumor.

Even if it is Jiangdong Canglang, there is also a good Nanfeng in Yunling.

Ding Yi New Year's Day

Who woke up first, the poetic country delayed me;

Xinzhu is true and beautiful, collide with blisters;

Academic essence and sorrow;

Laojin should be enjoyed, and it has been selected for death;

The stunned eyebrows are not dark, how can the wind frost change;

Light care, Huaxia is thief;

The gods are clear and waters, and they talk to the prince.

lifetime

Thousands of styles are appreciated, red dust is more than seventy,

She was unhappy, and she was not fascinated after she was frank.

Thirteen Morning of the Year of the Rooster, the snow is deep in the morning

Yesterday, the beggar was over the cold door, and I was even poor.

Break the morning snow and snow sealed the world, regretting only slightly unable to help.

Picked up

The wind shakes the branches and blooms the flowers, the colorful red rain dyed the end of the world,

Lang Lang's verse, chanting home all the way.

Deduct

Back to the old lock heart pool, forget to forget the old,

When the three more dreams broke, Meiying's horizontal window was thin.

Read Du Shi "Evil Tree"

With the little ax, there is a mixed place,

Qiao Mu 护.

A Chinese

Heroes can be described, bitch is good to paint,

The rags are difficult to push.

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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