[Excellent original original] Xu Yongqiang's poems selection

Summer wind

Why eliminate the summer heat and sink, and look for each other.

At the end of Qingping, the wind was green.

Nan Xunzhi's bamboo fan, the west shining plackets.

Mo resentment is cold, and he is quiet and quiet.

Age

What is overwhelming and snowy, Tianyao is not close.

Sadness and joy, pity, and dusk, get up and down.

There is no regret in hanging dreams, worried but cause.

The only thought of affection is to only Wanshanchun.

Hearing a wild geese

Stopping the titles, the wild pond is faint and deep.

Qiu Han was sorrowful, and Yun Mu groaned around sadness.

The shadow is thin, and the dream is out of invasion.

Huaichu has been to listen to Hongyin.

Seeing friends with food, then laughing at

Why do you get a client before flowering? It is fresh at the beginning of the game.

There is a dream to become Ukiyo -World, and there is no intention of temporary ancient books.

A yellow beam rice on the muddy pillow, and the white catfish.

The years have thrown me away, and Shengge Cup is frantic.

Night chanting sentence

But there are poems and books are silent, and the blue light is left with me.

In the poor Lubi period, you can drink the river with full belly.

Slowly ride the sound of the jade law, and the good sentence is good to fall into the silver cylinder.

Ye Lan did not dare to gurgling, and the remnant moon still came to know the window.

Brother He Chujia Chong Lang Yin Shi Society Yu Yueyang Tower

Linfeng put the wine Yueyang Tower, and the roads were better.

The shops listened to the jade flute, and the floating glory sang the fishing boat.

Lang Yin was happy to recruit cranes, and Chang Xiao Xunye was used to gather gulls.

Even more, the rhyme of Dongting, the sound of poetry is to be resistant to this.

Xin Chou Chongyang ascended the head of the Ministry of Gong's Ministry of Gong Lantian Yun

Thousands of light and lighter are not wide, and they are not happy to see the dust and sand.

In terms of dryness, it is difficult to moisturize the wine, and it is more pity for her hair and timidity.

The poems of the mountains and clouds should be thin, and the dreams are still cold in the distance.

Going to the autumn heart, Xiao Xiao watched who was looking at it in the evening.

Brother Buyan, Shi Yun also titled Narcissus

Green Luo Cui sleeves bath spring breeze, and Qingshui Xianzi rhyme is not the same.

The roots are still invasion of stone white, so Xiangyuan may be red.

Ling Bo Meng entered Xiaoxiang shadow, Xie Peihan's snap.

Just complaining Chu Yun couldn't recruit, Huaisha also Fu Luo God Zhongzhong.

There are fairy traces in Haixi Xiankou

Because in Shenshan, the dream of Tianhu pillow wants to fly fairy.

The sound of the wind is long, and the rain will be lingering.

Overlooking the green snails, the sea fog, watching Haoyue shining pine smoke.

Why do you have to find the road of pimple, the wonderful realm is endless.

elegy

The cold rain of Qingming is much sorrowful, and the distant sorrows are dew.

Everything was in tears, so the love only remembered in the mountains.

Xian Jingmeng should take the crane, and the piano mourning crossed the river.

What is the pain of Sugawa?

Reading my teacher Deng Shiguang, the first seventy -five poems, rhyme

Is it a slave in Yunshan Hills?

One surgery is divisible, and half scoop is sour.

Wen Xin Rong Dao Dao Guantian, Shige Guan Qingyin Fishing.

Mo sighs, there is no place to go, and the placket is a dream.

Deng Huangshan Lotus Peak

Qianzheng's famous mountain began to ask, Qifeng Sanliu Cui Wei Xin.

Smoke steaming Kuanggu Yeluo, sunset Cangya crane is close to people.

However, there should be no reason for Gao Yong.

The sky blew me on the cloud, and I stepped on the lotus.

Butterfly Love Flower · Ye Yu Xing Meng and Wang Jing'an

I hate it in the rainy night. Drop Basana is damaged, and whoever touches the sorrow.

Darkness is more disabled, and the jade flute is edge. In the dream, the red face was half -inch, and An Zhi wiped his hands away.

Yuluzhu

Staring at the building, Pingwu Fang grass, oblique sun smoke trees. The mountains outside the mountains are even more painful. Dan Tianya is away from hate, and it is also the sorrow of Lang Lang. The intestines are broken, the song is far away, and the return is wrong.

The love things become false, complaining about the red leaves, Yu Xiao lives. In order to ask Dongfeng, remember if he was at that time. Even if there is a dream of acacia, who can solve it and spring heart. The leftover and the clouds were broken and the clouds were broken.

One -cutting plum • Effective people resentful before

Xiangman Ping Mountain musk smoke, greasy pillow, locking. Vaguely, it was always difficult to warm up, but described acacia with eyebrow marks.

The plum blossoms in the post, three points with tears, hate three points. Qingmen don't secretly be souly, who is the sky, who is spring, and whom the dream is.

Jiangyue Huangzhishan • Cuckoo sound

Guide to smoke drizzle, and the old mountain breeze faded red. Dreaming with Chun disappeared. The sorrow is broken and the sky is heavy.

The flames are passionate with tears, and there is no county in the book. The cry of the cuckoo was grieving. Who can hear, night in the middle of the night.

Li Chun Ling · Peach Blossom

Jin Yunfang is Manchu, Ying Ying is clustered, Chunyan courtyard. The shadow red locks the door, the dream should be around, and the sadness is scattered.

But there are Dongfeng blowing people, which is still far away. Liu Lang did not come, but lived up to the peach petals.

Six ugly

Yang Hua thanked Yang Hua, dancing like snow and clothes. Whoever can't bear it, Piaoling Ping gathered. Numerous. Disgusting and sad, a spring news has gone. Do n’t dream about it, you should have difficulty complaining. Rouge tears are still burdensome, listening to the song, drinking the wine, and drinking strongly.

Sorrowful words, drizzle with lone lanterns. Writing is Jiang Lang hate, can you solve it? The coolness of the world is like this. Due to the root of the root, people are mistaken. The end of the world, cold smoke. He talked about it, and the museum passed on to the willow. Cangxian is old, resentful. It is also the frost in the mirror.

Qingmen Drink · Bu Shiyan Rhyme

Spring and sorrow, falling in flowers, lonely sails, faint smoke. Yingri Tower, Muyun Ningbi, and grasshoppers. Should remember the green skirt green, the most pity and fluttering. Mo trace, obsessive resentment, who knows acacia?

I am afraid that the dream is difficult, how much is a pot of muddy wine? This night was cold, and yesterday was cold, but he was worried about it. Don't hate He Zeng, Yan returns, and he has a rest. Xu him laughed at the eaves late, listening to a murmur.

Niannujiao Huxin Pavilion watch the snow

The pear flowers entered, and Qiong Yausu practiced, cold smoke and white.The ten miles of ice marks were at first, and the shape of the world was uniform.Jade mirror is dust -free, and the water is empty tomorrow.The vast lonely shadow is rare in ancient and modern.You can read a mustard flat boat, hold the oven and call wine, Jin Bun pays Jiake.Tao Yan is very similar, and it is on the side of the lake heart pavilion.What kind of poverty, whether you are leisurely, but shoot the new words.The short song is like the snow, and it feels like the snow is silent.

Xu Yongqiang, Pen name landscape painting, police officer of Pingyang County Public Security Bureau, Zhejiang Province.Members of the Chinese Poetry Society, Zhejiang Poetry Couplet Society, Secretary -General of Pingyang County Poetry Society.Occasionally, the works are found in "Chinese Poetry" and "Zhejiang Poetry Federation" and other journals.May I like the heart of nature.

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