Selected poetry ｜ Wanli come to see and elegant guests, whoever planes on the shore

"Dream Order"

Text/Zihan

Full of wipes. Flowing water is speechless.

Where is the autumn wind? Olagen and disorderly.

Unread. Unread. Sorrowful bowel sorrow.

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"The Day of Wangyuan on Chang Ge"

Text/Mount Everest

Drunk Meiyangzhou is the hometown, and Qihua Yao Cao is fragrant.

Dongyuan Small Museum Sanxian Decoction, neon Mingyue Sheng Su Hangzhou.

Youth Dance, Juvenile Lang. Jiutian fairy handed the agar.

When he first came, he was confused, and his skin was dry and kind.

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"Golden Gate Autumn Twilight"

Text/East City

Autumn is twilight. Where is the wind over the cold pond?

Leave a few scent of the lotus. Conflict on the column.

The yellow flowers outside the threshold. How can Nai Guangyin die.

Who is full of affection and complaint. Who solves the suffering.

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"View in the Window in the evening"

Text/Star Non -Star

Several degrees of Yan south, the chrysanthemum was splashed in front of the court.

Thousands of mountain forests are dark, and the sunset will end.

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"Xiangju"

Text/Star Non -Star

Chaimen cooks wine and smoke, and laughs at the night.

If there is no loneliness in life, why is there a god in the world?

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"Autumn Night"

Text/Leng Yan Rose

Flower incense is full of pillows, and Yueying Window is on the small building.

The bright ice wheel star is dew, and the poetry is cited to the autumn.

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"Candle Shadow Red"

Text/East City

The grass and trees are small, and the yellow flowers are thin after the north wind.

In front of the candlelight, the night is always old.

Half -rolled bead curtain is cold. Luxu frost and moon are like day.

Qiu's eyes were full of tears, Yan Xin had no heart, heart injury was difficult.

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"Disposal"

Text/Waiting

Xinghu is still silent, and it is difficult to send in Dongyang.

Just wait for the spring to return to the sun, and the immortal posture was once again fell into the city.

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"Qiu Si"

Culture/Li Yinbing

Whoever ordered the autumn love, gradually gathered in his hometown leaning alone.

Can the geese be south? Jiayin is only in the cloud.

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"Linjiangxian Winter You Liangfeng 垭 Seventy -two Bend"

Wen / Zhang Jianping

Under the village smoke, the mountains gathered Lin Tao.

Gulf Bay is high, Haoqiu Lake Miao, Frost Moon Love Maple Bridge.

Dongguan Man Dao became idle, and Longtai Temple was hustle and bustle.

The sheep soup is warm to the spring tide, half a catty shochu, micro -steps Yunyao.

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"Dream Ling Winter"

Wen / Zhang Jianping

A few degrees drunk, Kui Lan's ancient brake was hazy.

Xishui Qishan Dream, He Ming plundered the wind.

Tankong. Tankong. Fall a creamy cream.

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"Ji Jiangyue · Being Grandfather Li Jicheng"

Text/Li Jiarong (Liu Qin)

The vast night, sighing hundreds of years of personnel, remembered.

He went to ride the crane from the wind, and there was no news since then.

The falling wood cream is zero, the intestines are cold, and they are crying even more.

In the heavens, I do n’t know how beautiful tonight.

Life and death are common, the water flows, and the non -manpower is made.

Wanli rivers and mountains are like old, lonely in the world.

Zhao Ying Light, Emotional Moon, laughing at my blue shirt.

Send the king back, Shitan is soaked in Chengbi.

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"Tang Duo Ling · Spring Things"

Text/Li Jiarong (Liu Qin)

The wind is settled. Yingying and wild.

Sighing Shao Guang, easy to sting.

How much hate in the guests and dust are poured into and the palm in the palm.

Instead and he. Spring Return, what is it!

Floating, own storm.

The dusk of the dusk is broken, and my brother is not allowed.

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"Manjiang Red · Return to Hometown"

Text/Li Jiarong (Liu Qin)

I won't know how to have, I don't know if there are, and return to the crane.

Leisure and looking at it in the past, the old city Guo.

The culverts of the mountains and culverts are cold, and the cigarettes are thin.

The most pity, the chrysanthemums under the fence, the sycamore fell.

In the red dust, the storm is abused. After dusk, love is evil.

It is not yesterday.

The early years of age did not leave, and at this time, the empty mountains and forest covenants were negative.

Returning vertical, I saw the old people rare, children's music.

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"Fishing with others"

Text/Li Jiarong (Liu Qin)

The day and twilight urged the birds, and the spring disabled committee fell into red.

Two Jun Mo asked, but as a fishing man.

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"Drinking"

Text/Li Jiarong (Liu Qin)

Ruan Jige was crying, Liu Ling was drunk and crazy.

Life is more advanced, why bother to ask for Tibetan.

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"Spring Si"

Text/Li Jiarong (Liu Qin)

Recalling the old and the old, Lianchun started to send spring.

The flowering period is full of wind and rain, and the world road is hard.

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"Seven Absolute End of the End"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

The poverty -stricken young man in the straight road, lonely and lonely.

The end of the world is full of decision, and the bitterness and joy are stained.

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"Seven Absolute · Tianya Morning"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

Tianya Cui woke up the anger, and looked at the red fans.

Wanli came to see and elegant guests, whoever shore upside down.

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"Seven Absolute · Women's Fortune"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

A rich family across the bank, Cai Xian intentionally tried to cook tea.

In the cigarette, the moon is the sun, and the osmanthus is greeted outside the threshold.

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"Seven Absolute · Yongsheng Persimmon"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

Fei Liu Miao Weizhong, Ye Yue came to lean.

Even if Xian'e's golden knot, Lianchao Zai dew -makeup is clear.

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"Seven Musto · A certain Village Guanshan"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

The noise of the embroidered pavilion made the crowd, and Guanshan was full of vocals.

Floating is drunk every day.

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"One Luo Suo Witch"

Text/Tianya a tired guest

Mo Wenchun came to Chun, and the flowers were available.

Tourists only take advantage of the good period, regardless of their emotions.

There is a storm in the season, why is it like!

If you are in the bones, you ask who asked, Guan Hua language.

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"Yong Yu Le · Reading Chairman Mao"

Text/Tianya a tired guest

Thousands of time and space, Qianqiu characters, countless Yingjie.

The Holy Land, Shaoshan, and Long Wei, and look around.

Ferris giant pen, magnificent, and taught ghost shock.

Waving, the wind and clouds will be at the end of the ancient times.

Jiangshan is painted, Qinyuan is good, and Huaxia Hongqi flys. Su Shi was ashamed, Jia Xuan was ashamed, and he owed his pride.

Liu Qing was masked, Qin Lang sweated, and he was sour.

Looking at the world, there are thousands of articles, which are generally sick.

"Yong Yu Le · Sending Tian Qian Han Ping You"

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Text/Tianya a tired guest

The high -speed rail is like the wind, the neon is like rain, and meets thousands of miles.

As a child, chatting the situation, drunk on the streets under the moon.

The old swallow of the nest, the new rhyme of Qu Sheng, said that the sea breeze is salty.

The most memorable, the windows of the windows are hot, and the knee is right overnight.

After a hurry, he sinking his waist and sleeping deeper.

Eye pain, the words hurt the autumn cold, and the square is like the same.

The osmanthus fell, the banana folded again, and the chicken was invited in the ear.

Outside, looking away from the column, the river passed away.

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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