Selected poems ｜ Han Yi's water shore brushes agarwood, leaves and leaves return to the wind and cool all over the wind

"Seven Winter Willow"

Text/elegant

Yu Rui fluttered her willow to make makeup, wrapped in hundreds of branches.

The spring breeze refers to the new leaves of the day, but the silver silk spit is tender and yellow.

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"Tanchun Order to wait for spring"

Text/East City

The wind was moved, the dew cream was white, and the clothes were cold.

The fragrant fragrance is still incense. Wait for winter, for spring.

The light wind and light moonlight is like daylight. Shadow is lonely.

After leaning on the wine and quietness, it was difficult to cover the west after the Dongshui went.

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"Huanxi Sand"

Text/East City

Graduate the fog. For Qing, he gave Huanxi Sand. Shu Zhi Lao Liu chaos.

Silent eyes and eyes, the first year of the wind was greeted. Put aside the new tea.

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"Wild Wang"

Wen / Spring and Autumn

Hu Tianke did not pay back, Wang Hongyuan went to the hometown.

The word is a peaceful sentence, and the loving mother lantern and tears.

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"May I ask"

Text/Zhou Zhongyuan

With a small dream to Jingtai, Hua Zhang was uncomfortable.

The peak of Wanzhuang rose in the water, and there was a touch of the night.

Teach knowing the Nine Classic Frost Bai.

There are thousands of new rhymes today, how many articles can be done?

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"Cold Tide"

Wen / Zhang Jianping

The trees and trees are thin and thin, and the night is back to the night.

Empty mountains and fog are warm, and the wild house Lingshuang is plain.

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"untitled"

Wen / Zhang Jianping

In the year, the winter cold dream Xiaotian, the rouge lazy mirror is tired of the years.

In the Frost Ling period, Xu Youwha, Yue Xuan, the manager of the month.

Fucking Shaohua Cup's wine, and the rhyme of the pillar is the fate of the pillar.

Undepened Qingxi washing, you can poetry and get cold.

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"Seven Must -Emperor Winter Step Coast"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

Han Yi's water shore brushed the agarwood, and the leaves were cold.

I came to invite Gui Yue, and I watched the return of Journal of Yanyan to return to their hometown.

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"Seven Jue · Xingcun See"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

Yuxi Fangfei walked around the bamboo gate, Yingying Rui shadow footed.

The night dream was suspicious of the moon.

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"Seven Jue · Xingyuan Meet"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

The girl's poems wrapped in embroidered skirts, leaving Lian Ruiyuan half the door.

Thinking of love with a scent of heart, holding Xinhua Liang Xingyuan.

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"Seven Absolute · Xiaoge Love"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

Swing Ziqin Shu Xiaoge, Youhua Mancao is named.

Zhu Xian knows the monarch a few times.

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"Seven Must -Old House is the scenery"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

The old house was full of branches in the middle of the moon.

I doubt what this night is Wu, and find my word for thousands of years.

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"Yan Gui Liang · Swallow"

Text/Tianya a tired guest

Swallows returned when the social opera, and the old house was flying low.

Speaking of acacia, after Meng Dong, the most difficult to hold.

Tianya sighed, the heart is precious, and the green grass woven spring.

Caicai Cui Tail is chasing flowers, tears in the city, and Liuhua blows.

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"Yan Gui Liang · Remnant"

Text/Tianya a tired guest

A piece of dry yellow and cold, Ren Shui Lian Pinghong.

Love is not the same as the world. Host, plant mud.

Acacia is tiring, youth is no longer, and he is speechless.

Fangxinqiao is always connected. Thousands of forbearance, looking forward to reunion.

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"Yan Gui Liang · Reading Poems"

Text/Tianya a tired guest

When I read Her'er for changing wine, I went to the heart.

Duan Cup Drinking is known, the chest is the second, the man!

The river and mountains are monopolized, and the spring and autumn see it all over, why bother to write idle words.

The strong tea is in the night acacia, Tianmen Moon, willow flower branches.

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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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