[Original poems] Liu Xu | How many hearts are in the arms, Mo Qing and the light are negative (15 poems)

(Poetry Yiping Shui Yun, Ci Ying Yingyun Lin Zhengyun)

Chengdu Jinli

Youyou is deep, and the shops are like forests.

The shadow of people, the hustle and bustle.

Thinking more.餮 餮 It is hard to ban.

Eating food is beautiful, and Yu Xiangnian has so far.

Emeishan front line

The ghost ax is so magical.

The thick shade screen stands on the wall, and the boardwalk is around the spring.

Yougu Senqi, dangerous rocks faintly smoke.

Being in the bottom of the well, dare not hover for a long time.

Shunan Zhuhaixian Cave

Zengbi Tibetan hidden cave, who knows a few immortals?

The rain came with the heart, and the wind was handy.

The green bamboo waves are lying in, and the Qingyun pillow sleeps.

Gu Shen flying birds, in the morning and evening cage smoke.

Tour Jinchengguan in Lanzhou

Xiongguan is in the water, and the north and south are coming.

Since ancient times, it has been expanding now.

The carved bar Lian Ge, Bi Shu cover Temple Mountain.

People swim here, sigh in the past.

You Lanzhou Turugou

At the end of Qi Lianxue, Jiajing can travel.

The cliff waterfall came with silver, and Qingxi Yongcui flow.

The small bridge lifts the Qiaoya, and the curvature is deep.

Crying birds are involved in peak dangers, and mountain flowers are strong.

Listening to the rain

Last night, I was sleeping late, and I still lost my dreams.

Suddenly, it raised the rain, and carefully discerned the house branches.

The leaves danced in the wind, and the eaves were drooping.

Yamada is in a dry and scorching phase, so I have to be happy.

Listen to the wind

The night clouds are stacked, and they are more humid at the beginning.

When the sound of light wind shakes the tree, the sake of sake and the dream always pushes.

Suddenly, the tide surged, and the boiling water rolled.

I do n’t know that the outside of the door is messy, and the marinates are guessing.

Winter morning

It was the coldest winter, and the wind was hard to support.

Mountain Village was lazy in the morning and morning smoke, and the house was hungry.

The air is like a cloud needle, and the frost is like snow.

The farm is boiled and the furnace is early, and Li Ri is warm and warm.

Baita Temple

The ancient temple of Fangzhou was known as the morning smoke, and worshiped the dragon king's generations.

Frequent rehabilitation is finally rejuvenated, and maintenance is always careful.

The lush Cangbai Fengyun calendar, the gorgeous buildings have changed the years.

The old things were hard to say, and Gao Xiang thanked Xintian.

Hai Ding Mountain overlooking Xinzhuang Bay

Wu Ping took the top mountain and looked at the new village.

The tightness of the Liangyu Courtyard of the Step, and the cliffs are monopolized.

The thick shade and the trees are clustered, and the low walls of the house are connected.

Lying lying in the bay is really comfortable, and there are countless glory.

Ruizhen-Wuyuan Jiangwan

Wuyuan countless Jiangwan, rapeseed flowers Huang Cuibi Ring.

The mountains and rivers are clear, and the smoke is scattered.

There are many tourists in the long street, and Daiwa Silver Wall is returning.

Take a look at the young man, and the pictures of the stream of the stream.

Wuling Chun-Poyang Lake

The sky mirror is led by the green, and the vast is boundless.

The illness chasing the wind was hanging, and the birds were afraid of hovering for a long time.

The road is like a dragon car, and it seems to be crossing in the waves.

Driving the fog and the clouds are as immortal, and go to the cigarettes.

Chrysanthemum New-Qiu Xing works

Ye Luo's autumn wind was getting cold, and he had not rest.

Guning Wang Tianlin, Hua Yi faded, Yun Guoli.

The taste is clear, and it is ups and downs, warm and bright moon.

计 In the world, Mo Ji is better, and his death is parting.

Yisuo-Qiuyue

Qiuyue was cold and thin, and frost Lin was silent.

How can I stay in China to stay in Chunfeng? Stead every year, stealing away.

And the wine is full of wine, sadness and suddenness.

In the heart of a lot of heart, Mo Qing and the light were negative.

Bo Xing-Longxi Xuezhong Bank

Xiaotianyun cloth, driving anxious and worrying.

Afraid of being changed, the cold wind blows, it is difficult to follow the snow.

Longxi recruits and meet the Lantern Festival, and the business lights are invited to be attached.

Half of the horror, the silver pile of powder, the wet stop was helpless.

Unable to retreat, fear, be bone, thirsty and hunger.

There are less Che Chi, asking for shame, waiting for the vastness.

I am afraid to heal. To be as good as people, Sorghum goes under Pingchuan.

From the beginning of the dusk, Fang Shi's heart was heavy.

About the Author

Liu Xu, the word Laodong, male, born in 1970, Tongwei people in Gansu; pseudonym Gan Dangniu, Hu Yan, etc., No. half paintings, Long Shang walkers, has published nearly 2 million words of various works so far; Lantern riddles set 14 volumes of "Yipinzhai Spring Lantern" and twelve volumes of literary works; they were members of many national, provincial and municipal associations, and now live in Lanzhou.

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