Hou Jingya is near the selection -Wen said that the spring is early to the morning, and the light song all the way to the east wind

About the Author:

Hou Jingya, a net name of Shimizu, Jiangxi, now settled in Beijing. He has participated in the editor "Selection of Thousands of Poems" and served as the deputy editor. Members of the Beijing Poetry Society, members of the wolf club, and many works in China have been published.

Chant

Tingting smiled and smiled, and Cuiyi had a long -spin Jade Palace.

Fairy fate came for nine days, and there was a breeze on the world.

bamboo

The rod towering red dust, swaying clouds to explore the truth.

Falling into the eyes of clearing his dreams, Yilin Xin Ye Xiaoyanchun.

Hulunbuir Prairie

Looking like a leisurely, the fragrance is like the intestines, and the graphic grasses are flat.

Yu Tianyi was clear and snowy, watching the sun and dazzling sunset.

Xuezhong Palace

The heavens and the earth are fluttering, and the guests in the Forbidden City are like a tide.

There are thousands of red walls, and Pengdao spring is better than Jiao.

winter jasmine

Youyouyi looks like Jin Ni, and he laughed and led Dongfeng to return to the road.

When the flowers of Fangyuan were long, they quietly retreated to make spring mud.

Seeing begonia flowers

Before the jade face, Yingying Jiao Yanyu was smoky.

Oath did not make a broken intestine, smiling in Sanchun.

Jingbei Xunchun

The cold winter was long and long, and I was looking forward to Lei Hong.

Wen said that the spring of the stream was early, and the light song all the way to the east wind.

Hope for spring

Long winter is long and cold, and the north frost and snow sleep.

I often hope that Dongjun will come to the appointment and open a beautiful sky.

Early spring night

At night, the small courtyard was quiet, and Mei Yi Shuyue Yueyue leaned out.

The sound of the bell was endless, and the east wind was blowing too much than the autumn.

See the flow of the twilight

Thousands of spring gorgeous stood on the sun, and the spring rain and spring breeze also break the intestines.

Where can I go? Flying to the city cream.

Hometown

The smoke and rain covered Fangdian, and the mud was moisturized.

Qingxi shakes the bamboo raft, the egret is around the river embankment.

Nanling Rhododendron Blood, Beichuan Yangliu.

In the hometown of He Dang, I saw the cries.

Rainy rain

At the beginning of the rain, the fog was fog, and the pupils were light and fresh.

Xiling Hengyang Yunduyunxue, the south lake was dragged in the boat wind.

Qinghe smoke around Tianyu, and the beads Ying Yueyue Palace.

Dadi Yingying's makeup colorful, who stands up?

Xijiangyue · Seeing February Orchids feels like

The orchids were blooming at the beginning of the orchids, and the smoke was overfrigated. Qianzhi looks like jade drunk, who knows that fragrant mellow? The past is fluttering, and the sorrow is straight. Floating gradually becomes empty, but the heart is moving with the flowers.

Langtao Sand

Walking into Fang Cong, whispering is strong. Xiaotao Yangliu laughed at the spring breeze. I still remember that at the time, the moonlight was dissolved. For a moment, the west and east, fallen leaves are sad. The west building was endless. Tonight is full of flowers, who knows to be with?

Sahaxing

Butterfly dance Danhua, Yanfei Green Garden. Spring light ten miles Fangfei tree. The drizzle was cold, and the rhododendrons were dyed clearly dew. The stream is flowing, and the mountains are fog. The rural Qingxuan Xieyang twilight. Jiang Feng suddenly raised the waves, and ascending the building was far away.

Jiangchengzi · Yiyi

The sky is fog and cold. Jin Yanhan, no sleep at night. Yili Nancheng, double butterfly plays. The flowers and the moon in front of the court, people are like jade, dreams. The rainy clouds are splashing. Luo Hongyan, Broken Juan. Do not like each other, rolling like Jianglan. The jacket was broken, the wind was raging, and it was difficult to pay back.

Jiangchengzi · Yi Er

The sky is full of wind and rain cover Hengtang. Yu vast, fluffy. Yili Nancheng, the streets are fragrant. The drunk gallery is ten miles, people are like jade, and willow is long. Qiu Han gradually sinks. Goose flying, tear soup. Therefore, the courtyard wandered, and the eyes were blue and yellow. The oaths and mountain alliances have passed, and Xijiangyuan is far away.

Recalling flute on the Phoenix Table

The cold, the smoke fluttered, the fluttering leaves fell yellow. Hongyan is far away, where is the wings? Only recalling Dunhuang Youyan, Huangsha Man, and Maluna. Looking back, how many degrees of autumn? Thinking, Yushan is faintly, frequent words like double warbler, moonlight Xijiang. Yu Pei is still there, why is it solid? The old courtyard sycamore was withered, and the ruler was sold and tears. Where is it today? Yao Cen's eyes, but seeing vast.

(Part of the picture is taken from the Internet)

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