[Contemporary Poet Yong Xia · Season 4] Tang Jiejun Volume

Tang Jiejun, born in July 1966, university culture, now lives in Panyu, Guangzhou. Member of the Chinese Poetry Society, vice president of Maoming Tang and Song Poetry Research Association, vice president of Nantian Poetry Society, consultant of 52 Literature Society Poetry Garden, and many poetry members.

cicada

Xuan was hanging on his body, and he was hanging at the high place.

In order to solve the spirit of the spirit, he thought of Zen.

frog

Mother and son are difficult to recognize each other because of that tail.

Poor heart hurts, and he called dolls for a lifetime.

firefly

The summer evening is still hot, and there is no light.

The little lantern was carried, and the night was vast.

Early summer

Spring dreams suddenly stopped, and the smoke was shallow.

Don't hurt the flowers, thank you for the green.

Pond

If the mirror is inlaid in the wild, it is difficult to say.

Can tolerate the sun and the moon, you can't tolerate the frog.

Lotus pond

Lingchi has a strong aroma and a lot of feelings.

No water is not good, no lotus is not summer.

Lotus pond in the community night

The stars are faint, hook the moon diarrhea.

The flowers and leaves shake the fragrance, and the frog sounds the pond.

express delivery

Xia Guo finally matured, and the mother sent pomegranate.

Peel off the beads and nostalgia.

litchi

Lishu lips red lips, Mai Yiyu body.

It was difficult to stop, and it was full of spring.

Grape

Under the freehand vines, the naturally stacked Xiushu.

Infatible summer, boiled purple pearls.

Glory

The flower is a horn, and the green vines forget to swim.

I dare to blow high -profile, and don't see the cattle.

Pomegranate

A period of affection is indispensable, and the red blossoms are sunny.

Why is it in summer? I am afraid that my arms are cold.

Wall climbing

The wild layer of the green family, and once dreamed of running the end of the world.

Born like a tiger, dare to drop his tail to high standards.

Dragon Boat Festival Mourning Qu Yuan

There are always more words than ， 谀, so the loyalty soul is buried.

Leave an unlimited hatred: Johor Bahru River changes old mountains and rivers.

Send college entrance examination students

When I have been in the mountains for many years, I have to climb the steaming fire.

Mo Ji is like barbecue in the college entrance examination, baking out of the first level of life.

He Qilu Xingguang Literature Club's third anniversary

Shige was the top of Taiyue, and it has been three years all the way.

When the summer is fine, the star is bright tonight.

The third aircraft carrier Fujian ship drove towards the sea

The giant ship slowly came out of the harbor, and his heart felt back.

The sad sea was once a new mountain today.

Mourning Mr. Qiao Yu

Who is the most memorable cloud song? Dahe waves Yixiahui.

The hot summer was injured, and Qoumussen watched Yu Fei.

Hewen Club's fourth version of the cold poems Fuzi

One book rises to Xinhuan, and the poetry is a little bit bounced.

When entering the sky, he chanted a good sentence, and the world was the most cold at this moment.

Walk to the river from the morning in the morning of the summer

Chenguang reminded me to see the river flow, the grass and trees are gifted.

Want to be comfortable to sing lightly, and hang the branches first.

Walk to the community through the community lotus pond

Passing through a leisurely green pond, the small umbrella is raised.

The breeze pops up the cool song: Xia is fragrant in the light of the lotus.

Summer evening after heavy rain outskirts

The rainy clouds in the suburbs opened, and I came with the smoke.

The sunset is not exhausted, and the sound of the frog has been on the song.

summer day

Every summer, the sun was resentful, and a home seemed to be burned.

Seeing the girl wearing less, she added two or three lines.

Title Alma Maternal Huiyuan Jinghu Summer Picture

The blue water and the sky were linked, and the small bridge across the lake.

The wave light is not old, and the most beautiful years have a dream.

Summer tourist garden rainfall

The greenery on both sides of the garden is green, and a stack of clouds hangs on the tree.

Hiding in the small pavilion is the scenery, the rain chord is accompanied by the willow chord.

Be cicadas

The script of the book is like a spring, and the steaming outside the window is like fire.

The heart is quiet or cool, and the cicada is listening to Zen.

Holiday husband (Xin Yun)

(A few days ago, two workers behind the eaves of a large building talked. One said: "I did n’t go home during the New Year this year this year. I went back last month. Negative Han. "Listening, my heart moved.)

The new year did not return to the village this year, and returned to the village in June.

His wife holds tears: The return of the family is a caring person.

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