Chinese good poems • Qiluo Xiang ｜ Cold and bullying flowers, sleeping smoke willows, stealing Chunwu by thousands of miles

Author:Sleeping poems Time:2022.09.15

Qi Luoxiang, the name of the word, also known as "Qiluochun". Based on Starzz's "Qi Luo Xiang · Wing Chun Yu" as the right body, it is tuned for one hundred and four words. There are also double -tone one hundred and four words, nine sentences in the first paragraph, four rhymes, nine sentences in the second paragraph and five rhymes; double adjustment of one hundred and three words, nine sentences in the front paragraph, four sentences, and nine sentences in the second paragraph. Representative works include Zhang Yan's "Qiluo Xiang · Red Leaf" and so on.

Qiluo Xiang · Wing Chun Yu

Steel [Song Dynasty]

Do the cold and bullish flowers. Every day, I want to fly in my sorrow. Heavy powder, butterfly Su Xiyuan, muddy, Yan returned to Nanpu. It is best for it to go to Duling Road.

The Shen Shen River hoped that it was also in a hurry of spring tide, and it was difficult to find officials. Vaguely Yao Feng, Xie Niang's eyebrows with tears. When the shore and Xin Lu were born, the red and sorrowful stream. Remember the day, the door covered pear blossoms, cut the lights late at night.

Qiluo Xiang · Hongye

Zhang Yan [Song Dynasty]

Wanli flying frost, thousands of forests falling wood, Han Yan does not recruit spring jealousy. Feng Leng Wu Jiang, the solitary guest groaned again. The main boat is 水水, Liushui is lonely villages, like flowers around and the sun. Very deserted and desolate, I can't worry about my feelings.

Who is tired of traveling in Chang'an? Seeing the decaying face and borrowing wine, it is so drifting. Rely on new makeup and not enter Luoyang flower spectrum. Before the wind and dance, the dance is made into a thousand wraps. Remember Yin Yin, green all over the river, and listen to dark rain at night.

Qi Luo Xiang · Reading Shao Kangjie's legacy is the time when the outdoor language was heard.

Wang Fuzhi [Ming Dynasty]

Du Yu, Du Yu, was afraid of Liyang Chunwan. The willow of Wutong, the old dream is not looking for. Drunk at noon turns the flowers, and the wind blows the trees at night? When the more the west of the west, Lingran Hu Die forgot to return.

Care about a trace of hanging, want to hold the galaxy water, and the fairy crosses. Wanli worried, long grievances and blurred smoke. Ren Laoyan Moon Caves are looking for, and no one has a low decision before spending. Jun knows not, the geese is cloudy, and it is difficult to write sad sentences.

Qiluo Xiang (Qiu Si)

Wang Yisun [Song Dynasty]

The corner of the house is sparse star, the dark water is dark, and the new tree is remembered. Try to fold pear blossoms and go deep into the depths of Xiaoman. Listening to the pink and fluttering steps, some people are speechless at night. It is expected that the door is covered with lonely lamps, and the screen is full of bowels.

The good period is like flowing water. In a piece of autumn, you should do your sides of sadness. Jianglu is far away, Guiyan has no reliance, who will go to the embroidery notes and Qian. Boring, still covering Fang Bun, drunk to listen to the rain in the middle of the night.

Qi Luo Xiang Early Spring Sunday and Madam, Ruifang, Mrs. Jinglai, Mrs. Jinglai

Xu Shu [two Han Dynasty]

The poems of the siege, the skirt can be solved, and it can be a few now. Fortunately, it is easy to judge.

Liu waist is the same, the same is the same, the banana heart rolls, and I would rather be different. Return to Dongfeng and needle lines.

The book is still tasteless.

The man was remembering the old rain. Each lock -up girlfriend, only dreams of dreams.

May the curtain be heard, but the lights and fish books are sent frequently. When the spring is deep and the West Lake, Cui's eyebrows are relatively happy.

Qiluo Xiang (Red Leaf)

Wang Yisun [Song Dynasty]

Yu Ji Yu Dan, Golden Sword left, and dyed Wu Jiang's lonely tree. What time is Zhu Li, a few times complaining about the autumn twilight. The old dreams, the green buns withered, complained about new hatred, and a little lip. The most pity, the new frost, the embroidery is jealous.

Thousands of forests have gradually fell, and what is the old style, fighting like a mirror. In February, the flowers were misunderstood. Re -recognition, the flowing water deserted, afraid of still, send love. But the desolate, Qiu Yuan's oblique sun, cold branches and drunk dance.

The mangroves under the mountains of Qiluo Xiang · Yunyun Mountain stand. The people who are inquiry are yellow cricket trees.

Wang Yongbin [Song Dynasty]

Jealous of the mountains, the wind is thin and thin, and it is difficult to find amazing sentences. Dark purple sparse red, flying in the sunset.

The doubt in the snow and Lingling opened, like a frost, came to the mountain maple dance. Another knowledge, the sky is half Zhuxia, and once the flowers are stained with flowers.

The spring breeze has passed. Miao Shi Qingqing, clicked the beauty late.

Look at the intermittent, thousands of Wen Ni, listen to shake, and the mountains and rain. It is expected that now, in the late section of Hanfang, who knows bitterness.

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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