[Contemporary Ciwen]

Butterfly Lianhua · Lixia

Leaning to the southern window to watch the blue trees, see the new branches, and the young leaves are countless. Ying Zhengqing's long and short sentence, but the empty victory was poetry.

Envy the birds are pretty, unlike people, I return to the spring. Even if there are 30,000 scattered acacia, it is difficult to fill in the order of Yingying.

Butterfly Love Flower · Spring Night

I still remember last spring. A cheongsam was full of Jiangnan. And Lihu Ting stayed with small photos, watching red 蓼 after the fall.

Before I arrived in the frost, I was old. I just hope that the strains will be eliminated, and who is smaller than before flowering.

Qingpingle · Xin Chou sent a fifth day of January

Go away from the child, and the people stand in the dust. The sky was sparse and cold, and it was a little bit worried.

Bend a few times, and a mood is empty. In addition to my thoughts, I want to break through the red light.

Linjiangxian Drunk Mei

The spring breeze along the road should laugh secretly, for Mei, such infatuation. I don't smell the yinger when wearing Liulang. Floating fragrant snow seas, peaceful.

Want to keep the sunset and leave the jade, and the pavilion chases to the lake. The water edge of the water is more empty. For no one, Hua Yu complained.

Linjiangxian · Xianghu Reward

Huanyue Bridge head is light, and the wind is light. Fudi is a few righteousness. Yuan Ning is like Yue, and it is Xiang Ling.

The noodles look gentle and gentle in spring, and the fairy is more tender than water. Luo skirt drifted to the cross -lake pavilion. Yin smoke willow green, one dance is peak.

Linjiangxian · Lantern Festival

The figures are very few, and the purple purple is red. Liu Si seemed to be in a dream. The green eyebrows have not been exhibited, and they are lazy to borrow the spring breeze.

Mingyue Tianya fell, and his homesickness was fresh. At this time, it was expected to be the east. The fireworks next door illuminated my curtain.

Linjiangxian · Reading He Qisan Teacher Collection

Written Zhu Ying is a cluster, and the book is three thousand. The beginning is like entering the Grand View Garden. The fragrance of green cuffs, Shu Qiqin's heart.

Guanluhe was in a profit, and he heard the Kaikai Kaikuan. Yu You's wonderful place is unique. I do n’t know how to know, and I do n’t realize the smoke.

Linjiangxian · Mei Mei

Whoever grows a lone mountain plum, who has put it in Crane West Lake. Jiangnan scenery is as early as the beginning. After Liu Feng returned to the snow, he was drunk.

The eternal words are groaning, and the thousand -year -old stood in Youyu. Dark incense is around the curling again. After knowing that it is more quiet, he likes Xiaomei.

Nanxiangzi · Winter day

The cold rain is sparse. The whirlwind outside the building is like a wine apprentice. Shake the tree to drive the clouds to chase the leaves, call. Roll away the poems.

Sit down to draw plum map. Cold air through the curtain through the green pupa. It is expected that the plum blossoms should be like me, why. Draw the hometown big stove.

Su Muchang · Chu Yantong Shenyuan

The evening breeze blows, and the cold rain is delivered. Lake stone pavilion. Faintly and light cage. Beiyuan deeply hides the old dream. Lonely crane flying the sky, Muye Piaoxuan.

Green waves are clear, and the bridge is moving. It is sighed that Jinghong, the incense buried the barren mound. Although the mirror is round and difficult. Only borrowing the poetry wall, double interest, phoenix.

Huanxi Sand New Year's Eve is isolated

In the firecrackers several times, Xinyuan should have come late. Human prisoner Gao Ge Wang Yunkong.

Although the taste of the year is light, the new sorrow is even stronger than the old sadness. Hate at this time is not Feihong.

Huanxi Sha · Lichun

Tonight of the stars tonight, the small building east of the farmhouse. The eyebrows are so exquisite.

Several tea glyphoses are warm, and the windows are cold and strong. Begonia is stained with blush.

See you in Huanxi Sha · Dahansen apartment

Pull the peach red universal wheel, and the shoulder bag is fat. Humming his hometown cloud.

Xingyan Yingying saw the joy, and Jiao Yin Di Di was from spring, and he worshiped his ecstasy.

Author's self -note: Mori apartment, the author temporarily lives in the apartment.

Huanxi Sha · New Case in Hangzhou City in the afternoon

The ears were faintly cried, and the dream of disturbing people was in the middle. Suddenly, the curtain saw Xue Shu Shu.

Qionghua on the fingers, and her brows are sorrowful. Is there any? Is there still?

Huanxi Sha · Yiyi Mother's birthday sisters take a photo with the outing of the sisters

Yao Yi in March of the year, the spring breeze was light and green. Jiangnan Jiangbei Field.

Xiangying is difficult to cover her mother and shadow, but the light is forcing the sun. The shutter is sore.

Huanxi Sha · Spring Tour Tiger Running Temple

Step into the tiger running alone, and the west of the West Lake has never disappeared. Several peaches in the ancient Temple of Sensen.

The fingers were gently spent, and the water was tested by the water. The Zen wind reached the eyebrow.

Bodhisattva · Qingming

The cuckoo did not know the grievances, and filled the sorrow. One day a day, ask me if I return?

Small words are difficult to continue, dreams enter the child's house. The mother was in the old single, and bowed her head to feed her hens.

Bodhisattva Man · Spring Festival return home isolation

Thousands of mountains and rivers are back to the countryside, cold wind, cold rain and thick fog. Entering the door late at night, my heart was full of feeling.

The window flowers have not been posted, and they will parting in a blink of an eye.

Bodhisattva and each accompanying mother 饯 Farewell

During the dinner, the light and shadow glazed, Zunzhong Jade liquid golden. Mo Wennan people, there are several patrols in the dumping cup.

The small windows are dying at night, the summer is cold and the autumn is cold, and the home will return home tomorrow.

Water Tuning Song Head · Jiang Bin Seeing Wild Dysis

Yuan Dai Cang Mountain Mist, the waterway entered the fans. The three or two cold herons of the Jiangtan Beach, Mo Mo Xiao. Looking up at the thick cloud, it was not broken, and Dong Jun was locked. Sinking with the Japanese Communist Party. Suddenly under the stone steps, a grass was crying.

The leaves are weak, the stems are thin, and the dust is light. It is expected that in the past, the wind and bullying frost lost their naive. Although the Tao Hua Rong was haggard, he sighed. Store in one breath. Who knows the back of the yin and live up to the geometric spring?

Gao Balcony · Before Qiantang River

The water is vast, and the sky is dim. Long embankment fog. In the early summer, the river is sunny. Yingfeng Qing took the Qingluo Umbrella, counting the years and several times. Every time I call, the crowd of Jiangtian, lonely pedestrians.

The rivers are flowing east. Sighing years, the dream of hometown is endless. Once upon a time, the silk filament fell into frost marks. Jiashan is far away from the mountains. Hi Jin Dynasty and finally returned to the forest gate. Pass the Hongqiao, look back at it without a fibrous cloud.

Note: Linmen, Gulf Bridge name.

Manjiang Red · Winning Valley Covenant

Looking at Lanshan, heaven, Zixia is clustered. Guan Xiaoyi, indulge in dyeing, thousands of greens. The bamboo sea shakes the waves of smoke, and the spirit buds are cloudy. The jade people followed, and the tea picked back, and the Ying chased. There are beside the bridge, the peach house, there are outside the pavilion, the cool valley. For a few days, the eyebrows are comfortable. Pinye is a slang language, listening to Quan Quan to wash his heart. Raise the wolf, who rolls a curtain wind and clear.

Slow sound · New Year's Day

The lighting tent, extinguishing the gauze, still continued. It is expected that the end of the world, the small courtyard is shallow. Unknown leaning on the wall and shadow, what existed to the empty court and cold incense? At this moment, Wuling is far away.

For a long time, March, recalled yesterday's dream, was filled with the old garden. I am happy tonight, and the old year outside the building will be changed. Why is it slowly groaning and telling the spring breeze and instant time to turn south. To Mei Duo, Shipping and returning to the hometown wish.

Slow sound · Wait for phone calls

Send away the sunset, cover up the door, and go to the floor. The west wind in the courtyard, birds. At dusk, the little bronze bell, no sound. Remember, who has led you and wake up in the early autumn.

Last night, when I saw it, the teenager and my eyes passed away. He was stabbed with dirty clothes and stabbed his heart. At this moment, the end of the world is far away, looking at the starry sky, and regret tears. I hope that tonight, a piano sounds up to solve my worries.

Slow voice · Su Xiaoxiao

Cold lake wind, desert cold pavilion, waterfall falling leaves and sand. The setting sun is obliquely pine, and the crow is shined in the evening. I want to come to the old branch, I should know, and the strange thing in the grave. But year by year, on the banks of Xiling Bridge, stunning years.

The eternal love is beautiful, there is no more than a fragrant car. Started with Qiantang makeup, snowy moon wind flowers. However, Ruan Lang is far away. Looking outside the clouds, condensing acacia, a little cinnabar.

About the Author

Chen Qiulian, the pseudonym late autumn, native of Nantian Island, Xiangshan County, Zhejiang Province.

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