Selected poems ｜ Do not have the spring breeze, do n’t have Fang, ushered in autumn and welcoming cream

"Welder of the Craftsman of the Great Power of the Phoenix"

Text/Mount Everest

The world is expensive, peach blossoms, and a fish scale is drunk.

Silk swimming, soft hands, orderly stacked, after the incident.

Niu, cattle, cattle.

The dust retreats, the heart is broken, and the Jinshu is difficult to send acacia tears.

Send Shenzhou, celebrate Shenzhou, Chinese rookie, world -class.

You, You, You.

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"One Cut Mei Mei Red Resentment"

Text/Ronin

One place is red and worried. Smoke and rain Hengtang, cold mosa.

Longhu nights and twilight are leisurely.

Yellow leaves are accepted in zero. Dreams are sorrowful, and it is difficult to rest.

Where is the heart of the world?

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"Shanxi Sand Big Power Craftsman"

Text/Mount Everest

Farewell to the spring breeze and Fang, we ushered in the autumn.

Yumen Pass as an article.

Leave the hometown of Mo Xiao, and peele the color space cabin at night.

Forgot to forget to create.

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"Drunk Flower Yin"

Text/East City

The cold wind is single. The night is deeper.

Qinglu frost flowers, the moonlight melts, and the yellow flowers outside the fence are thin.

Stone Step Falconium Lake Willow. East water is difficult to recover.

The shadow of fainting candles is heavy, light ink and red note, whoever solves each other.

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"Seven Must -Night No Sleeping"

Text/small bridge flowing water

The frosty wind was ashamed, and the magic posture bamboo shadow entered the West Tower.

Outside the window of Yinguang, there was no sleep all night.

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"Si Yuan Ren · Huang Ye Li Zhichen Go"

Text/Star Non -Star

Huang Ye left Zhichen, and he took a hundred times.

Wang Qingshan proud bone, layer of forests, pavilion and heaven.

The annual wind and frost. Look at the seductive.

Gradually stroll the seaside, accompanied by Xia Dai, the clouds push the sunset.

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"Winter Chrysanthemum"

Culture/Li Yinbing

Dong Xiaoshuang's cold sword hangs branches, and lonely red falls into the curved pool.

Whoever said that there was no good scenery, the chrysanthemum blooming Dongli made Ru idiot.

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"Winter Fishing"

Culture/Li Yinbing

The cold wind was cold, and there was an invitation to catch the wild stream.

Egret is low, and what is a pastime.

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"I feel"

Text/Zhou Zhongyuan

The saffron of the tree is not grieving the wind, and the green silk Jun Shao also becomes a weng.

The time of the sky returned, and he laughed at Xia Guang to reflect the evening dome.

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"Butao Snow Xiaoxue"

Wen / Zhang Jianping

The woods were looking at each other, and the night rain was cold.

Thoroughly boneless and bustle, and the situation is annoying.

Ju Sheng listened to Chengcheng, and the mountain temple was looking for the beginning of the snow.

Overlooking the colorful Ye Qiaozhi, the twilight of the trees shocked Lin Yue.

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"Recalling Qin'e Dongqing"

Wen / Zhang Jianping

Dong Qingyue, the colorful mountains and rivers are high, the wind is high.

Luoshen Temple Temple, Taigong sealed.

Yichen does not dye Zen, and the steps are stubborn.

The sunset is bright and the frost is strong.

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"Huanxi Sand · Hakka Spring Day"

Text/Li Jiarong (Liu Qin)

Leaning for the spring is lonely, and the guest feelings forced Shen Lang's waist. Diligent willow color.

When the swallows returned, the pear blossoms fell back. Broken intestines without exhibiting banana.

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"鹧鸪 怀 ·"

Text/Li Jiarong (Liu Qin)

Ten years of ruggedness and climbing. Poor toil for three meals.

Time is not as slow as before.

There are few good things, dry glass. Wuyin flower at the bottom of Dream Mountain.

What is the savings of half a life?

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"Tang Duo Ling · Old"

Text/Li Jiarong (Liu Qin)

Time fingertips are flowing. The rivers and mountains are in the autumn.

The most difficult to ban, Mingyue high -rise building.

The twelve paintings are empty, the mountains are beautiful, and the water is leisurely.

Mo Yi Junior Tour. But amazing.

I feel worried about the west wind.

The wine was sleepy in the night long, and in the new dream, the old mountain.

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"Sweeping Flowers and Yongmei"

Text/Li Jiarong (Liu Qin)

Shuxiang Suying is the first romantic, unparalleled standard.

In the old days, there was a scholar of the poetry, and the lyrics were Baishi.

At the side of the bamboo stream, the message of the Dew of Dongjun was exposed.

Zhen Xiangyi, who wants to make a high -rise building, who is a flute?

I spent myself a guest, and they drifted each other, but they had cherished each other.

The broken bridge is independent, and the longan is folded, and a spring.

The water is long and the mountains are long.

Hate the ruler, but the year, the feeling of this year.

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"Seven Absolute · Beauty Beauty"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

Tianya drunk asks Begonia.

The world's high feelings finally paid, and the best time to fly to the country.

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"Seven Must -Chong Come to Village Garden"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

The Liuwai Village Garden suddenly fell in spring, leaving the swallow without chasing people.

The wind is a wax, and the tear leaves are vulgar.

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"Seven Absolute · Fishing Moon"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

The boat fishing the moon is lingering, and the hate is not deep.

The bitter rain disappears, and the clouds are clear, and the clouds dance the sleeve shadow.

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"Seven Musto · Tin Nanyuan Road"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

Song Lai Qu Ya Yun is so delicate, Cui's sleeves are frantic and jade girl floating.

Dream is neighboring Nanyuan Road, with the ancient maple bridge of the night moon.

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"Three Poems of Seven Musto · Xiyuan Poems"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

(one)

The leaves of the stream are blooming, and the water mirror is difficult to float the fishing platform.

The smoke to the face was shallow, and the white horse came in secret.

(two)

Lun towel swayed out of the moon, and the road was cleared.

Smiling with a sorrowful smile, the rouge fell into the flowers.

(three)

Guiying Yun Rong floated together, and the Sichuanjiang jade belt bored.

When the window of the window is over the years, how can we wear painful heads.

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"One Blind Flower · Rhymes Growing One Hundred Days"

Text/Tianya a tired guest

Compared with flowers, who is coquettish, the fairy is down.

Jiangshan is also difficult to guess, weird fairy, lost root seedlings.

The South China Sea guest returns.

Red dust and yellow fog brustly, greedy for a moment.

Famous locks will be bound by people, how much to see and recruit.

Huai Shan is right, Juliang Shude, and the blessing. "One Cluster of Flowers · Question Phalaenopsis"

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Text/Tianya a tired guest

Hua Nong gave me a pot of plant, and people guessing the flowers.

When spring chaos, there are countless spending, asking who is sentimental, and who is trying to open.

The fantasy butterfly shape, there is no color wing, and the recognition is sad.

Fanghua cherishes the cheeks from ancient times, and the incense is not sad.

Where to fill in the words, I hope that the galaxy and the moonlight vacancy.

Human illness hurts, and the heart is white, you and I have a balcony.

"One Blind Flower · Osmanthus Blossom Two Two Two Questions"

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Text/Tianya a tired guest

The exquisite jade Qin is fragrant, and the new yellow is now clustered.

Bright eyes laughed, carefully, only in autumn.

Drinking the meal style, calling orchids and chrysanthemums, compared to crazy.

Who is the dream of a millennium, and the full moon is vicissitudes.

Late at the end of the night, wept, sighed, and the world was so cool.

There are flowers in scattered, and the remaining is wine, and it is plainly against the rise and fall.

Facing the sea, looking for light with black eyes. On November 16, 2015, the Poetry Society of Sleeping Poetry Club, the Poetry Club took the mission of "speaking for grassroots poets" and the purpose of promoting the "spirit of poetry", that is, the pursuit of the truth, kindness and beauty of poetry, the artistic innovation of poetry, and the spirit of poetry. Poetry friends have been published in the collection of poems "The Spring Blossoms of Sleeping Poems" and "The Grass Ying Ying Flying on Sleeping Poems". Poetry friends continue to cultivate, poetry clubs have moved forward, constantly pushing out new, recommending excellent poems, producing high -quality poems, recitation of outstanding works, recommending poet works in various forms, let more people read excellent works, appreciate poetry culture, we are in we are, we are in Walking!

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