Selected poems ｜ Book Lai Hanmo endlessly, so do n’t wait for the poet to suffer from being sick and bullying

"Butterfly Love Flower"

Text/Chen Zhengliang

Whoever is in love is always passionate. Break red dust, how much love and hate know.

The soul breaks the blue bridge is sorrowful, and the end of the world is old.

Watch Gui Hongren. Even if there is a period of heart, why does the soul dream?

Suddenly, the world was flying in the world, and the green silk inch became a Hao.

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"Seven Master Night Autumn"

Text/East City

The grass and trees are small and late autumn, and the geese stayed with lonely gulls.

Looking for a few good scenes, the maple red on the mountain was closed at a glance.

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"Huanxi Sand"

Text/Chen Zhengliang

It seemed like a snowy geese, and the western wind blew the ancient and modern feelings. Life is a short long pavilion.

If you want to ask where the Ming Dynasty went, the water was still cold. Qiaotou 24 Bai Shuang Ning.

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"Wanxi Sands Night Mid -Night Friends Visit"

Text/East City

The soul of the west wind. The cold night invaded the body in the middle of the middle. Bead curtain half -rollful people.

The lakeside is snowing, and the benign is mellow on the side of the fence. Three more treated guests lean on Chai Gate.

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"Seven Absolute Nights Never Sleep"

Text/Ronin

Yue thin star cold night shadow sorrow, and he missed the building.

The slightest ink is difficult to make a sentence, and Qi Qian's finger is upper.

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"Dream Order"

Text/Chen Zhengliang

In the end, spring is still far, and dreams are nowhere.

Whoever is in the moon is always worrying.

In ancient times, in ancient times, there are people who are the most bitter.

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"Autumn Visit Wucun Village Guiyuan Tianju"

Wen / Spring and Autumn

Where is Tao Ling returning?

Landwater bee butterfly loves, red leaf persimmon pear flip.

Dust is near the mountains, and the stream avoids the world.

Taoyuan Xianyu asked, chickens and dogs are used to Qin soul.

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"Seven Absolute · Twilight Autumn"

Text/small bridge flowing water

The yellow flowers are soil, and the decline of willow is a piece of lotus.

The wind was intoxicated, and Yoyo Feng reflected in the autumn pond.

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"Elying Chrysanthemum"

Culture/Li Yinbing

The dew -cold wind dull cream, Xinliang gives the charm to reward autumn light.

Unintentional Range Rover boarded heights, and the Dongli was in chrysanthemum yellow.

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"Qiuwang"

Wen / Zhang Jianping

Wuye Jinfeng drama deep water, cave bridge egret ripples.

Sanqiu covered the temple virtual Zen road, and the two sides of the strait swarmed ancient and modern.

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"Seriqiu"

Wen / Zhang Jianping

The rhythm of the yellow season is deeper, and the drifting chrysanthemum rain.

Ronghua Yeyun Garden Xingui, Tan Xingting is empty.

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"Fisherman"

Text/Li Jiarong

On the cold Qiujiang River, the fisherman was flushed.

The smoke steamed the sun, and the cold geese rose to the reed flowers.

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"Bodhisattva Barry · Autumn Night Writing"

Text/Li Jiarong

Osmanthus blossoms at night, sorrow like wine glasses.

Speechless to the West Wind, the end of the world is empty.

Don't get out of weight, who sends the clouds in the clouds.

There is no root in the world, and the floating is like the clouds.

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"Recalling Qin'e Huanghua Fa"

Text/Li Jiarong

Huanghua hair, the moth on the sycamore tree.

The moth eyebrows are cold, the sky is cold, and the rivers are wide.

How to say about the past, the horizon is acacia.

Acacia is absolutely, the sound of the tide is low, and the reed flowers are snowing.

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"What is the desire to break the south village and the lone geese"

Text/Li Jiarong

What is the lonely geese? West wind bank and residual willow are different.

Twilight autumn is a yellow flower thin,

Under the leaf of sycamore, who knows in the sunset shadow?

It's hard to wander. How to suffer, infinite acacia.

Xiao Xiao Yue Zhao Lang dry corner,

The end of the world, laughed at the heart, and wrote a new word.

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"Promoting Potal Sangzi · Hongyan Jiuwu Book"

Text/Li Jiarong

Hongyan has no books for a long time, and Xiao Shu in autumn and twilight.

Decumbling Yang Gu Road, Jianglou Xi Zhao, not like the original.

Looking back at the former original dream, I read the dust and sighs infinitely.

In the past ten years, the time was one arrow, and it evolved.

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"Seven Must -Pavilion Moon"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

Fifteen Acacia Moon, looking up in a dream.

The sound of the music in front of the pavilion was dull.

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"Four Kato Sentences"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

(one)

Hunger and cold are not afraid of thousands of years, feedback and the world's grass red.

The monthly return to Qianshu Show, the nostalgia is so poor.

(two)

One tree bud and one leaf poem, who should read it in the world?

Lighting but honoring the classics, the white face meets the knowledge.

(three)

New Meiyi rhyme dance Chun Luo, Bai Xue beauty peerless song.

The old house of Honghong Group, many years old and many years old.

(Four)

Luo skirt Bao Bao is the same as the front seat, Ziyu cares about tears and wet towels.

I still remember that the original love was like the sea, and Fang Nian was proud in Yiren.

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"Seven Absquisite · Toning Guiyuan"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

In the garden of Soul Night Candle, Guizi people reflected the redness.

The pillow was on the mountain last month, and the curtain was annoyed by the autumn wind.

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"Seven Must -Jiu Xing Title Wang Zongbo Painting"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

Drink three cups of ink cows, green mountains and green water.

In the middle of the night, the sky is full of incense, and a hibiscus is a painting building.

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"Seven Absolute Time"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

When dreaming and looking at the candle, the reunion Shang Yi knew himself.

The book came to Hanmo endlessly, and the poet was suffering from being sick.

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"Xijiangyue · No Send"

Text/Tianya a tired guest

The red peach and green willow outside the embankment, the white waves and yellow sand by the river.

I have played with Yiyi, which is considered to be a bamboo horse.

Stepping through thousands of cents, passing through thousands of flowers.

Now barefoot is in the end of the world, independent mid -day and moon.

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"Xijiangyue · Heart"

Text/Tianya a tired guest

Do not understand Jiangnan Ziyan, Changsi Saibei Gold Sculpture.

On the top of the dangerous cliff, the cloud tide was carried on the top of the cliff.

The desert rides the wind and wings, and the sky is soaring.

Stretching the claws as fast as a knife, scaring the noodles of the rivers and lakes!

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"Xijiangyue · Ju Yan"

Text/Tianya a tired guest

Gu Fang's neighbors were crying, and the pity of milk Yan moved to fly.

Disclosure of thin bucket cream. Who has no tears in the hero.

Dream breaks three times and five times, and the intestines have turned thousands of times.

Farewell, Tao Linghe returned. It's just not yet.

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"Xijiangyue · Stray Man"

Text/Tianya a tired guest

Avoid the rain in front of the rotten tail, and the trash can was found in the waste bin.

The face is yellow. Walking east.

Don't be afraid that the hooligan is naked and worry about urban management.

It sounds hidden. Who knows where to go.

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"Xijiangyue · Bitter Night"

Text/Tianya a tired guest

Douzhuxing moves the moon, chickens barking soul swimming.

Such poems were in late autumn and spent three cups of village wine.

A mountain mountain is difficult, and Du Yu urges the boat.

The oblique wind rolled through the Weiyanglou, whether the light was thin.

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