Daily good poems ｜ Crowded wind rolled across Weiyanglou, whether the lights are thin and thin

Jade Lochi · I want home

Text/Tianya a tired guest

How many creams? The cold star is vague, Ye Fei is dancing.

The distant tree is hazy, and it is bitter a few times.

It is the late autumn seasons, who asked who and Huanghua.

In the wind, there are two people in the pavilion, and Quqiao Nanpu.

Smell the night in the middle of the night, the customer fees, the wine has no city.

A few poems are mostly drunk.

Dream wakes often hates me, tears and eyes, and the Yangtze River Jingchu.

Gui Yan said, Leng Yue did not listen to talk.

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Xijiangyue · Bitter Night

Text/Tianya a tired guest

Douzhuxing moves the moon, chickens barking soul swimming.

Such poems were in late autumn and spent three cups of village wine.

A mountain mountain is difficult, and Du Yu urges the boat.

The oblique wind rolled through the Weiyanglou, whether the light was thin.

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Water tuning songs · Back to Gan on the way to Ganshu to send Tian Qian on the way

Text/Tianya a tired guest

Spring flavors, flowers, wines entering poetry.

Looking back in the bus, Jianghan is vast.

I was afraid that Hong Tao was difficult to cross, and now hate the flat boat without the master, and the personnel are vicissitudes.

Only the friends of the Mausoleum, Meiyuan is fragrant.

Hongchen bitter, ruthless years, sighing and cool.

The heart is lonely, in late autumn, Mu Yuehua Cream.

Wait for me to be named Huaxia, and the whipping with Eryang, and the poem laughed at the sun.

How can tiger tears, the online casting seal.

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Meizi Huang Shiyu · Chongyang's hope

Text/Tianya a tired guest

When the smoke and rain were covered, when the sea was broken, the nine and twilight.

Sighing the fame of the paper, a dusty earth.

There are no wealth from the ancient heroes, from Jingzangwen.

Ben Fox Rabbit, look at Yuechuan, who raised the crossbow?

Multiple mistakes, what is the pain of time. Recalling that you are young and unrestrained.

Envy the proud rivers and lakes, Ling Tao walked idle.

The poem is a thousand words, and three bowls of wine can hurt the tiger.

In late autumn, frequent visits in dreams.

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He groom · Qiu Sheng

Text/Tianya a tired guest

After the wine dusk. Wang Xishan and the Disarians are hidden, and the sunset is leaking.

Jiayan flew south, and only returned to the crow.

It was that, late autumn.

Flowers and leaves fly with the wind.

Autumn is not language, the water is cool.

Tianya Mengshan and Rivers, sighing people and gauze ruler, how can it be described as embroidery.

The smoke entered Yang Lin many hate, and the twilight urged people to buckle.

The white eyes and heroes are difficult.

Seeing that I will spend the piano words again, and thin about Xiaoxiao and rock yellow flowers.

Drink all the cups and roar.

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Yang Shengli, the poet of the sleeping poetry club, male. The pseudonym Tianya is tired, 65 years old. From Tianmen, Hubei. Member of Anhui Poetry Society. Editorial board of the "Elite Dictionary of Contemporary Chinese Studies". In "Culture", "Tianmen Literature", "Literature", "Central Plains Poetry", "World of Poetry", "New Poems", "Changjiang Poetry Federation", "China Eagle Culture News", "Yangtze River Poetry News", More than 20 newspapers such as "Sun Poetry", "Autumn Forest Poetry", "Western Writers" and "Chinese Ancient Rhymes" published more than 300 poems. Poems are compiled into a variety of poems. He has won awards in the national poetry competition many times.

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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