Chinese good poems • 索 索 ｜ Floating clouds, green waves thousands of miles, full of ecstasy river flooding

名 Masuo, the name of the word card, fixed as a double tone, one hundred nine characters, nine sentences in the first paragraph, four rhymes, eleven sentences in the second paragraph, five rhymes, "Meiyuan" unnamed "罥 罥 · 晓 晓 晓" to represent. There are also representative works such as Fan Zengxiang's word "Masuo Clear Red Medicine".

再 Masuo sent Cui Er to visit Guizhou, and both Li Sinian.

Zhu Yizun [Qing Dynasty]

Yu Yan'ssing, he had to live in the green silk. Yan Ge Yi Jiu, Mo resigned to Li Pavilion.

Floating clouds, green waves thousands of miles, full of ecstasy river flooding. During the flowering flowers, the Huangling season, Chu Zhuxiang smoke softly.

Traveling, at the end of Luo Shi, papaya gold, and accompanied by joining the army. There are few people in the chaos and lonely boats, but the cold apes are faint.

Nan Xun Li Bai, how can you ask? In order to report frequent loves on love. When people do n’t come, do n’t come when they come.

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罥 罥 罥 罥 罥 罥 罥 蹇 蹇 蹇 蹇 蹇 蹇 罥 罥 罥 罥

Liang Dingfen [Qing Dynasty]

Reckless wind and dust, a neck -collapsed dressing into a vegetarian. The whip is tidy, the corner of the sun is the year.

Thousands of peach blossoms, a few petals of Pinghua, fingertips and sorrowful sentences. Calculate the singer of the wine, died in front of the car, and met in his life.

Go back. Zongchen Banaota, Lang Guanzhang, two feelings of painting. Write three Golden Bell Hall, to spend the flute sorrow.

The end of the world is old, with no intention, and feels that the blue flies are suffering. Asked with a smile, what happened recently?

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雨 Masso Chang Xia is bitter rain, and West Ping will make this tone again, and it is requisitioned to the successor

Fan Zengxiang [Qing Dynasty]

West wind, the cobweb flute on the curtain bamboo. When the quinoa bed is sleeping, the rainy rain plums are ripe.

Qin language is astringent, Chu Yi is fragrant, and the small cicada is green. Come and break the banana later, so it is unique with Zun Qian.

Remaining. Shi Shu is still dense, and it seems to be noisy. Ye Ye always likes autumn night, cutting west window candles with Jun.

The wind pavilion, the dream Jiangnan, Yi Xiaoxiao Wu Niangqu. Wait for Xiao Qing to lean to the building, stare at the distance, and the smoke Sai Xinmu.

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Moro and Tan Zuoyu, who sent him to swim Wu Ure

Gong Xianglin [Qing Dynasty]

Ancient Qinhuai, sparkling white apple water. The sang fan, poor scattered sun.

There are few people in the south of the city, and there are few people in the cars. Drinking the mandarin gate, asking about the sad six dynasties.

swallow. Both of them took advantage of the first bee, and Lu Xingxiang made a spring. Come to listen to the waist curtain fiber, and the rain blows into the jade plum residue.

Painting the curtain to pick the candle, the words were separated, and another sound of Qiong signed. The strange installation, the wine city is looking forward to it, urging the light sails and cold clouds.

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河 河 罥 罥 罥 罥 罥 罥 罥 罥 罥 罥 罥 罥 罥 罥 罥

Yang Yan [Qing Dynasty]

It is pity that Su Lu Sands do not teach and live. Flutter dance. There are sorrows on the eyebrows.

Dong Meng was close, and Yunyun towering, leaning on the horse with his horses. Listening to the crosses, the sound of flowing water, the lone boat was far away.

Tour. The mountain is handed over, so the people say thousands of miles. Want to write the Manjian Chi, Zheng Hongyao is across Wu Jiangyu.

Three cups of white fell, and after a dream of yellow beams, it was as painful as it was. Don't come, how many you hate, replace it with a new sentence.

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罥 罥 罥 罥 罥

Fan Zengxiang [Qing Dynasty]

Clear red medicine, carving the basic moss and bleach. Dark rain in the empty corridor, the ancient wall fell into the pink and yin worm.

The cold robe blooms paper, the cold flute widow, the jade geese overnight red ice accumulation. The small building was also western wind, and the lacquer lacquer was entered into the windows.

Lonely. Jing Tong's words, Yan Ni fell lightly, Chu Yan was slightly swinging. Just like Wu boat heard the geese, in the dream, Yanshui Fengqiaoyi.

The disabled is even more tired, crushed the wind chime, and the official horse was hissing. I also know that the clouds are broken, and the wildness is scattered, and the tears of tears.

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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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