"Original Poems" A Mao | West Wind and Luan Hua Luo, a Acacia is full of yellow (eight poems)

Luanhua

The grass dew is growing at night, and the hustle and bustle of the world is also busy,

The west wind was the old Luan flower, and a love love was full of yellow.

Autumn flower

When the autumn is strong, you can see wild flowers, and time is glory.

No one asked the wilderness on the roadside, and Du Duoyan was drunk.

Mid -Autumn Festival

The autumn worm was unbearable, looking at the stars with the moon.

Fucking the festival as a guest, the tears of the grass in a foreign country.

cicada

Han Chan's singing endlessly, it seems that Pingshu's ambition has not been paid.

Mo Chuang is as long as you are, and he stays for a long time.

Early autumn night

At the end of the summer, the evening wind was light, and the cicada noise was two or three sounds.

The world was urged to be old, and one person listened to a frog.

untitled

The summer wind did not fade, but the years were shocked, and the years were white.

Looking back on how much debt, one penny is very worried.

Autumn day

The wind and soft grass are green, and the thick green reflects the flowers.

The dynasty was still twilight, and the flowers were even more old.

Lotus pond

The red makeup is covered with the lotus pond, and the light wind is light and shallow.

If there is no trouble in the earth, people are quiet and cool.

About the Author

A Mao, formerly known as Wang Shumao, post -80s, Henan Weihui, amateur poetry enthusiasts, occasionally published.

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