[Bayu Qingyin] Jiang Xianhui Seven Musto Selection

Hope

The news came from the phone, and the rural highway had been repaired.

Ruo'er went home on the National Day, and the new road light car was slow.

Xiaohan

Boil three meals in ordinary days, I don't feel that it is Xiaohan today.

Suddenly there was a old man's heart, and Zhi Zhimei asked Ping An.

See the flowers

Sanjiang and six banks met early spring, and tree trees were new.

When Hua Feixiang is scattered, I don't know who is Hua Hua.

Writing spring poems

I asked the token to the spring, and I started to start with a good sentence.

The warm wind broke through the poem mouth, and the pink flew.

Guannan acres of terraces

The water is full of green seedlings in the sky, and the poetry in the distance is towards the pastoral.

Persuaded Jun Mo to look deeply, Yiye Qingyang and Zen.

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Unknown Jun Kean after going? Separation is easier than reunion.

That year, a peach blossom wine could not bear this spring!

Write on Reading Day

With Jun Jiu not remembered at the beginning, Qianfan was not as good as it was.

Asked where will you put your heart? Book of Mingyue Pillow in front of the window!

Lantern Festival

The spring breeze brought me to the Lantern Festival, and the market lights were so tide.

The night was looking back at the first round, and a round of Mingyue Zhaojiang Bridge.

Yuzhong Shanxing

The stone path winds me alone, and the footsteps slowly fall.

Listening to the rain in the mountains, just like the sound of the world.

Mourning Yuan Gong

Who is busy? In order to be full of Cangshenggu.

May he continue to dream in the world, and heaven is full of rice and flowers.

Hiking Baigxiakou

Through another level through the fjord, there are three thousand at the foot of Qingshan.

If you can go through the vicissitudes, send it straight to the moon.

full moon

The vast poem is like a smoky moon, and I failed to write my heart.

Si Jun has never complained, who has thousands of words to say?

do not

If you do n’t give up his grandson back to his hometown, you will always break the soft intestines.

There is no shadow in the dream, and the thoughts are longer than the road.

Youyuan Mingyuan

In the past, the bustling ground was full of the ground, and the residual wall was desolate.

Mo forgets the site for a century, and our people are self -reliance!

Tanabata feels

The full screen is full of love poems, and it is difficult to divide the authenticity.

The sea of ​​people is like the net, who is the idiot for whom?

Early autumn

Hongyan's south flying sky was getting cold, and several storms were sent to autumn light.

Yan Yan retreated and calmed down, and a roll of idle books accompanied the night!

Citrus

The light car flew across the small cliff, a piece of golden dotted tree.

The sideways heard the laughter, and the villagers were collecting them.

Dongshan has sent

In the Qingming season, Dongshan, enjoy the spare time.

If you ask what you get, the poetry is all in the white clouds.

Feel clear

Chunshan is welcoming everywhere, why bother with merit and names?

The paper is full of paper, and it is rare to see clearly in life.

Kick

Lao Lai talked about teenagers, and the messy skirts were busy.

Recalling that he was young and childish, and his heart flew with his sister -in -law.

Dwarf

Life has never been simple, and poetry comforts me.

At the end of the year, there were no events at the end of the year.

About the Author

Jiang Xianhui, female, a native of Hechuan, Chongqing, a member of the Chongqing Poetry Society, vice chairman of the Poetry Society of Hechuan District, a member of the Writers Association of Hechuan District, and currently served in the district training school.

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