[The Second Outstanding Poet of Shandong Province] Zhang Dong's poems are recently selected

About the Author

Zhang Dong, a member of the Chinese Writers Association, a member of the Chinese Poetry Society, an executive director of the Shandong Poetry Society, vice chairman of the Texas Writers Association, and the second outstanding poet in Shandong Province.

On the stream

The rain was 葭, and the clear wave splashed.

The sun combed the feathers wings, and the frog birds were crying.

Duanyang

Wordworm hangs south windows, mosquitoes can be reduced by themselves.

The night is still carrying dreams, and the Luojiang River is hung.

sickle

The machine is busy, the sickle is still on the wall.

Mai Xiang summoned, and the edge of the blade quenched the sun.

Dongli weeding

The weeds should be removed, and the melon and vegetables are prosperous.

Qingqing is still a pity, I am ruthless.

He's third aircraft carrier "Fujian" in our country laid the water

Polying Bo Tao Li, he taught sharks.

From today's three ship passengers, the Great Wall of Hai Gu.

Morning exercise

The square fucks and the fist, and the steps are reconciled.

Essence, some people are called immortals.

Summer solstice

The new wheat flour in his hometown, and the noodles are fragrant.

The water is cool, and the nostalgia is long.

Summer lotus

The roots of mud are planted, and the sanctuary blooms.

Mo is exaggerated and clean.

"June 1" playing table tennis

Timming lived on the edge, cutting and killing the arc skills.

Who is the old naughty boy, and the table tennis is still a young man.

Renyin Dragon Boat Festival

I leaned on the window for rice dumplings, and Liuyun was like the Luo River.

Li Sao recited the soul and prayed for China Zhen State.

wheat

Bringing Mang Jinsung from Zhang Yang, 10,000 hectares of Bobo saw the aura.

The soil grows into a trusted, and my family Lu Beida granary.

wheat harvest season

Fangchuan was busy with each other, and the pallets piled up in the sun.

At night, hanging the moon at night, it seems that Qiu Shi is weighed.

Morning mirror

The front of the forehead is deep, and the bags under the eyes are low and shallow.

The leading Chinese are not old, and their eyes still see their spirits.

My children work for my Father's Day

Flowers and red envelopes, blessings are drunk and drunk me.

It is not ashamed to make for the father, and the rest of his life is still good.

full moon

In the small town in March and May, the moon was round.

Sometimes wearing a building, suddenly before you are in front of you.

Close with the pillow, the pillow is not asleep.

The past is floating, thinking about the dream.

Dreamer

Yin and yang are separated, and the soul is also connected.

After a year, I came back to my dreams.

The smile is close, and the words are endless.

At first glance, he was shocked and sat down to the windows.

Summer solstice Fangcun is the scenery

The flowers bloom warmly, and Jiamu turns to cool.

The frog's drums were still strong, and the cicada was growing.

The peaches are new, and the new wheat has stacked.

Secretary Wang, entered the city and signed a contract.

Night rain

The farmhouse was busy, and Xinmai had returned to the position.

It was gathered in the night, and the Gong Gong Qin Sheng.

Suddenly symphony, sometimes the chapter.

Xiao Watching the village bank, Fangchuan rose green seedlings.

Tour Linyi Wetland Park

Where to go in the summer, western western floor bridge.

Shaki Ke Zhimao, lotus pond color fan.

Finding the embankment to find heron dance, hitting the teasing cry.

Fishing was made of fish, splashing my legs mud.

Texas steak chicken

After three hundred years of work, Yudian is famous.

The bone -proofing is lying, and the body is tender and fresh.

The food is really delicious, and the gift is always followed.

Accompanied by the world, auspicious fortunes are led.

Summer Huai Forest

The smoked wind drizzle entered the smoke forest, and 100,000 Huai Ke weather.

The fate is exploring the wild and wild fun, and the boat will be drunk.

The poems of the Qing Dynasty see the waves, and the small song will pass through the clouds.

I do n’t need to do it, and Xin is wet.

Make up of the summer

Worry -free, the scenery is the scenery.

The next day Yulin drifted black and white, and the flower buds were red and yellow.

Quick knife is light and sweet gourd, boiling water and cooking wild vegetable fragrance.

Most of the lotus ponds, the night of the day, the scales were caught into the pocket.

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