Zhou Xuefeng Five Laws Selection -East Wind 100,000 Miles, Mingyue One bed poem

About the Author:

Zhou Xuefeng, Beijing. Graduated from the PLA School of Foreign Languages, a large school of the General Staff of the PLA, and a director of the Chinese Poetry Society. The works are scattered in "Poetry", "Chinese Poetry", "Chinese Ci", "Selected Poems", "PLA Daily", "People's Army" and other newspapers.

Winter Tour Pinggu Shilin Gorge

The mountains are colorless, and Lin Shuque Shao Yin.

Why is it close to the valley?

The rune path is hung by the cliff, and it is found on the disabled.

The Great Wall was screaming, and my blood was on my body.

Look down at the axis

The smoke and rain three dynasties, the mountains and mountains of the mountains and mountains.

East -west cage club, go north and south to prince.

Dream of the Golden Temple, the hoof shame Yongding Tower.

Today, the parabolic line is drawn and connected to Grand Universal.

Forbidden City

Long Teng was born with purple qi, and the hall was hidden.

The autumn wind on the eaves is shallow, and the ancient wood is deep in front of the order.

Flying a leaf and breaking the nine -heavy door.

Long live, who responds to, Jianghe has changed.

Cross Xiangjiang Battle Site

In the beacon monument, the knife fights horizontally.

The setting sun is painted with blue water, and the bouncing holes are messy walls.

The flag was moving with heart, and Ye Yang was unbelievable.

The flowers in front of the building are still holding old days.

Passing Mogao Grottoes

The desert is far away, and there are caves in the cave.

The neon flying flying nine years, Zen fingers for thousands of years.

The pipa song, the moon bay.

Camel Bell came to the big man and walked across Yumen Pass.

Camel Mountain Top

Step on the top of the hump, and the head is brought to the wind.

Hands picked the clouds with nine flowers, and three voices were across the geese.

The plains are wide, and the cliffs are small.

When I leaned my wings, I was the goshawk.

The mother of the rural teacher • Prepare lessons

The original autumn wind was shallow, and the sound of insects entered the old door.

The lights are stacked with silhouettes, and the hands of the soap.

Xiaoyue Yin became thin, and the east window sat to the new.

Whenever there are exquisite sentences, some gold in the pen.

Written at the "Yan'an Literature and Art Symposium

Speaking 80th Anniversary

The kiln cave has a small orange light, and the surplus is bright to the present.

Qingquan should be moisturized, and fertile soil can be rooted.

Shake the book wildly, and write the true book according to the people.

A ghost drama, which is better than big buttocks.

Under the peak of Huaihua, Hunan

Come to the thousand trees warm, Wan Yan Xiao Feng is clear.

Specifies the axes of the world, cultivating the mountains.

With the flowers with flowers, Zen attached drums.

Who sat in Sanchun and turned into a pillar peak.

beginning of winter

The tree in front of the village, the wind came slowly.

The frost branches are lonely, and the chrysanthemum petals are yellow.

The iron horse was chaotic, and the Jin Ge was hidden in the wine.

In the youthful dreams, heavy snow falls on the frontier.

You Qinglong Lake

Shili Liu Qingqing, Tian Gaohe is righteous.

Qingtang Fei Yanzi, green reed falling on dragonflies.

Niu went to Yunshen, and people moved upward.

Farm smoke around, sliced ​​apricot wind.

Gonglanggui

Sitting from the sky to the sky, the wind does not close the door.

There are no snow in front of the window, and there are people who return to the moon.

For the stove of the kitchen, it is spring.

Lip lips shame against the mirror, the magpie is called morning.

Self -displacement

There are a few orchids around him, and he is open -minded.

Take the wind to make a horse and pull off the fog.

The poem writes three thousand songs, and the text value is half hanging money.

One machine is in hand, and occasionally pays.

"Double Eleven" elderly shopping

The Internet is trendy, and the silver is about to be a knife.

Although astringent in the pocket, the bottom of my heart was far away.

Choose three pens slowly and pick a piece of mink.

Youth is not ending, and his head has fallen early.

You Fengqiao Shuizhen

Jiu Mu Jiangnan color, now looking for the autumn of the ancient town.

The Qingbo Liuyue, the green tree lock the cigarette building.

Drunk Er Wu Nong, turned back to Jade Girl's eyes.

The maple bridge lights, and the Mu orchid boat is placed at night.

Tibetan Nanlie

The reckless Qiushan is far away, stacked on the flowers.

The light clouds flowing the wall, jade snow covers Nanjia.

Yingxuan Paradise Song, Dream Yi Li's house.

The sweetness in my heart is surging, and the way to add.

Think of the old post office

Yi Yuan sat at dusk, and the year of the year was frequent.

Steal a few leaves and send a spring.

Intentional or unintentional, unintentional and intentional.

Xiangmei is green, and Xue Luo loves refurbishment.

Mounted

The lotus pond opens the moon color, and the undercover is not facing the wind.

Wish to help the Ting dance, be willing to live in loneliness.

The heavier in the autumn, the night dream is still green.

Stand in the sludge and listen to the rain screen.

Little Live in the Sea

Golden sand sparse willow bank, and the sky is wide.

Under the long pavilion, 渤 把 把 Bay.

The west wind urged the sun, and the moon was plated with a cold boat.

Look at the cow to return, and the waterfield flying azalea.

He Shenzhou Thirteen King Ya Ping equals

Three astronauts return

Eighty miles in the wind, the stuff is vast.

The clothes are soaked in the galaxy, and the red sunlight is held in hand.

The operating home is half -loaded and folded a basket of laurel.

Hold the star and the moon and hang it on the little girl's bed.

Morning Wandef Lake

The curv was fragrant, and the yellow warbler was three or twice.

One day picks up the blue water, and the rain is cut.

The eyes are far away, and it is empty on the stage.

The red skirt suddenly entered the mirror, drunk the small bridge east.

Take a rest after the epidemic

After the new epidemic, walk into the forest.

The grass is quiet, and the flowers are sparse.

Frog wet wet willow belt, bird language falling shirt.

Sitting under Qingyun, side by side with spring shoulders.

Morning Guanchun

Leaning the incense tea case, look at Wanzhuangshan.

Morning wind stack the weather, the red day flows years.

The butterfly under the pavilion passed through, and the buds of the branches smiled.

Looking for spring, the birds fell on their shoulders.

Spring snow

Tiangong crazy grass paintings, flying shattering silver silk.

Fall in the south of the Jiangnan, wake up the willows.

Dongfeng 100,000 miles, a poem in the moon.

Who is drunk in front of the window, Yanshan will be at this time.

Military Poet Self -Portrait

As soon as the clothes were unloaded, he marched with his pen.

Li Du Shuke, the poetry editor outsiders.

Yinfeng sounds blood, hit Ma Yunfei.

There are more masculinity, and the floral fragrance is half a catty.

(Part of the picture is taken from the Internet)

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