Selected poems ｜ Shiyan this song is shocking, showing a red skirt together night makeup
Author:Go to sleep Time:2022.08.28
"Change"
Text/Mount Everest
Last night Loulan was not holy, and the world was exposed to the world.
The Dragon King did not dare to rain frequently, and his fate was cold.
"鹧鸪 乡 思 思"
Text / grassy grass
The pillow dreams return to the road. The pond is declining and the sun is depressed.
How can it blow the window and the wind and rain, this night is lonely.
The intestine is broken, and the flowers are sold. The faint light photos are getting more and more.
In love, don't go to the village Guanyuan, but helplessly survive the turbidity.
"Butu Zi Xuemei"
Wen / Spring and Autumn
By Snow Ridge, Snow kissed plum blossoms.
Even if the frost is still around the air, Xiang handes Qiong Yaoyue.
The moon is shining in the West Building, and the lights upstairs are destroyed.
The tears were doubled, and the dream was broken.
"Seven Must -see Mei"
Text/East City
Seeking the courtyard hovering, thousands of rings are open.
Rui Tu Yingying drunk guests, light and elegant in spring.
"Seven Must. Baita Yin"
Text/Ronin
The white tower towering and empty, and the ancient monument of Yincheng was Harbor.
The pearl is the night of the night, and the Non -Kang echoed the night.
"Huanxi Sand"
Text/Zihan
The love love is difficult to fall asleep, and the curtain leans on the railing. Indus autumn shadow is cold at night.
Several chrysanthemums are full of courtyard, and Yaqingli has a lot of leaves. When do you join hands with Jun Guan.
"Huanxi Sand Autumn Chrysanthemum"
Text/Leng Yan Rose
Swaying the west wind down the shadow, a clump of chrysanthemums showed yellow. Leisure independence of Yinshuang.
Entering the painting soul and brilliant, the poems are lying in the fragrance of snow. The golden armor of the city is not frivolous.
"Cai Sang Laba"
Text/East City
And everywhere in Laba, the bald trees are disabled.
Buddha porridge fragrance. The corner of the red plum Rui Tu Fang.
When I was in the past, I was close to his hometown. Looking back at vicissitudes.
Two buns are like frost. Only poetry is accompanied by ink.
"Plum Song"
Text/Zhou Zhongyuan
Li Ci Tang and Song dynasties are all in the Tang and Song dynasties, and there are plum songs.
In the cold winter, there are many fragrant souls.
The red campaign in the wax, the moon window after the snow.
What is the spring of the next three Qing Dynasty?
"Snow"
Wen / Li Yinbing
Wandering for a long time, washing the floating dust.
Drunk looking at my hometown like a painting, the mountains and trees are full of flowers.
"Laba"
Wen / Li Yinbing
Laba wind cold poems, Chen Bing did not solve the prophet Liu.
When you see the village aunt in the window, it should be a farmhouse to cook beans.
"Neon"
Wen / Zhang Jianping
The colorful night is long, and it is cleverly borrowed from Xishanhui.
The lack of the moon and cold wind alleys, the warmth is late.
"Snow"
Wen / Zhang Jianping
Zhu Yanjuwu Yu Linglong, accounted for the moon's neon wind last night.
The color of the color is gentle, and Xunyun Dan is willing to respect the sky.
"Village Live Rain"
Text/Li Jiarong
The broken rainbow stayed in the evening, and Gao Shu sang new cicadas.
The coriander shell falls from the wind, and the flowers flowers are over rainy.
Yeju was able to avoid immunity, and Jiuke was afraid of hearing cuckoo.
The sand gull is not close, and the opportunity is forgotten.
"Niannujiao · Moving to Motor"
Text/Li Jiarong
When the clouds wandered the Han, they broke through, and the day was empty.
I sat back on my back and called for a whale ride.
The water potential, the mountain -shaped rice gathered, and the world is narrow.
In the wind, I hope that the heavens and the earth will be Wuji.
The world is gone, and the age is shy, and there is no trace.
Kanxiao's body has nothing to do, and Miao Miao is embarrassed.
Dream Butterfly Garden is deserted, and when he smells chickens, he is always silent.
Wherever Su E, the wind flew through the lonely.
"Seven Must Snow Mei"
Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)
The snow is falling, and the wind and the leaves are fragrant.
Hugh said, this song was shocked, and a red skirt showed a night makeup.
"Seven Must -Title Hometown Landscape Map"
Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)
Thousands of mountains are in the sky, and the stream of streams flow.
Jade birds are happy with flowers, and spring returns to the intestines.
"Seven Laws · You Yangqiao Ancient Town"
Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)
Whenever the town of Ji Ji is particularly noisy, good wine pays talk about Juyuan.
There is a way to connect Lanyi in the water, and there is no door to the bridge.
String songs will start with the soul, and the jade belt chases the ancient meaning.
If you ask who invites Mingyue Dance, Qingliu has been around Baihua Village.
"Seven Must -Painted Pavilion Love"
Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)
Seeing peanuts in Sandong Mo, the snow pressed the residual branches.
The painting pavilion is expensive to the heavens and the earth, so that there are plums on the paper.
"Seven Laws · Zhangye Bridge New Village"
Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)
Ten miles of forest ponds have splendid, and they look at the stone path.
Chunyin swallows danced, and the fisherman of the day and the fisherman Dai Yue returned.
Girls' injury is not the original intention.
The white hair next door was leisurely, and he laughed and picked the plum branches to hit the old.
"Bead Curtain Roll · Wing Chun Snow"
Text/Tianya a tired guest
Follow the wind and flowers, silently not merciless.
Honesty, the ice heart is transparent.
The coming and going is as light as a dream.
Incorporate into Yushan spring water, Meizhenghuo, Mai Chuqing.
"Bead Curtain Roll · Moon Ru Mei"
Text/Tianya a tired guest
In the sky, the eyebrows are different.
Who knows the mind, who knows Xicao fertilizer.
The city's wine flag fluttered, and the original suburbs wandered.
Knowing that there is no sending, people are thinner, and geese are difficult to return.
"Bead Curtain Roll · Pavilion"
Text/Tianya a tired guest
The lone lamp is dark, the small garden is cold, and the gazebo rotten the railing.
Listening to the wind and the rain, the dead lotus covered the wilder.
Melancholy seems to be a cicada.
Who sang the short song tonight, non -sick wine, but it was fascinating.
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