Wanliyun | Acacia Ancient Bomb Qingyan Drink and Hate Gao Gao Gao Sing Unchanged (Ju Xia Wen Chan's Seven Laws)

One chanting cicada

The loneliness in the hole forgot to flow for the years, and Cheng Huan on the tree was noisy.

The frog dumped into a poem non -Mo Ke, and the cicada was like Tao Ran.

Acacia ancient bombs were clear, and hated Gao Gao did not change.

Easy to shake this life, coquettish and unbelievable.

Two listening cicadas

The old song suddenly smelled the rhyme, and the octagonal ears were broken.

The hedge sang like a Zen, Lin Yan and Mingming melted.

Hundred days of wind and Hua Xian kept asking for the sky.

Where does Mo Yan return after the autumn?

Sanchen Ming

Pinglin did not wake up the wind, and the sound of the leaves under the tree was heard.

Yuan Yunyun covered the stars, and the disabled Xiaoxiao followed the moon.

A cluster of Xingcao Yizhu, Jiu Mo Chen Guang swept the path.

Xiaomu pushed away the colorful color, and sang dawn in the light.

Noon noise

When I was hated in Tinghuai, I sold the sun and sold.

There are high -rise branches from the shore, and self -proud.

The long song was short -handed, and the lonely soul complained about this sorrow.

The summer group is not happy, and the autumn wind makes it peaceful.

Wulin Yin

The noise shakes Lin Ke, Xi Zhao Yu Xia Xuan Pan waves.

The cicadas on the branches were still blooming, and the frog drums in the pond.

Yinfeng was drunk with three points, and he sang slightly.

Do your throat sorrow, and be infatuated.

Liu Xia Chan

The summer heat fumped the Xi, and the chanting cicada pillow was cleared.

Under the embarrassment of the nest, the return of Chunxin was unknown.

Yun Qi Gao Gao Gao's Place, Qingming's dreams were full of dreams.

Fun Tongyan was drunk, and when the branches fell.

Seven rain cicadas

Avoiding the clouds through the mountains, and the gangster leaf leaf leaf leaf.

Chi Lang dazzled, and Liu Liu was fainted and pity.

Yu Xuan Shulin contains tears, and Feng Ling Yu Rui is Huai Xin.

The smoke ink and ink are high, and they listen to the drunk with Mingming frogs.

Eight autumn cicadas

Jiu Lian Hongchen hated the night, and Ling Yun hung up.

Unwilling to silent clouds and flutes, Anghi played a movement.

There is no noise that Huai Yin knows the heat, and the sorrowful flower dew is cold.

From the wind of the wind, the mountains go, who sings Qinghan Mo Shang Sang.

About the Author

Wanliyun, who was originally engaged in corporate management in state -owned enterprises, and deputy high school titles. After retirement, the poetry is associated and the love is chanting. Yue rewarding the ancient charm and conversion.

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