Good poems every day ｜ A flower has nothing to do with it, holding the sorrowful roots

Qingpingle · Farewell

Text/Tianya a tired guest

Non -cloud non -fog, rubbing the long pavilion tree.

A flower had nothing to say, and hugged the sorrow.

Don't hate Qiu Nao, the outskirts of Liucheng.

Why not look back at me, and meet each other.

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Qingpingle · Friends

Text/Tianya a tired guest

Asked the spring, the red and green complained.

The shallow water can't stand east. Go all the way to love.

The moon shadow in front of the window was sore.

Lifting wine invites the monarch to drink together, Jiangnan Wanli Mountains.

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Qinyuan Chun · Life Life

Text/Tianya a tired guest

The free and free rivers and lakes, the poetry scene, compete for seagulls.

There are flowing clouds and rains, playing with their heads; flying flowers fantasy butterflies, gentle in a blink of an eye.

Farewell to my hometown, traveling around the world, and a dozen autumn of Qiongnan, Guangdong.

The most memorable is to go to the sea in a hurry and love Jingzhou.

Now white hair. But there is no regrets that the years are thick.

Sigh all the love, three livelihoods and one sacrifice; acacia days, three autumn a day.

Like water life, like songs, shoot all the buildings.

Take the bald pen, sing the big river east, a leaf flat boat.

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Bridge Xian · Belief

Text/Tianya a tired guest

Pear blossoms are raining, high walls come out of apricot, but Qingqing me.

Shu Tong changed the color and shocked the autumn early, how to know, the maple is like a fire.

Jiang Mei hugs the snow, Yan Shuang Muju, not just difficult to bump.

In the lonely jade pot at the beginning, there are that and Xiangshan sitting alone.

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Qianqiu · Xinlu

Text/Tianya a tired guest

Sitting in a crisis, the fireworks.

Lone shadow is thin, and the curtain is broken.

Think of people without reason, ask the Buddha for cause and effect.

The wind is cold, who knows that the poem is nostalgic at night.

Several tea is stored right, and the book is stacked on the left.

On the outside of the building, the branches are lying.

Song Tao led the bamboo waves, and the wine key was happy.

The autumn shirt was thin, and the wind was blew.

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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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