Selected poetry ｜ The poet wakes up and wakes up, does not begging for ecstasy

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Text/North Sheep

The wind was cool to Suqiu overnight, and the clear clouds and water entered the river.

In the twilight years, the old memories of the dream, the total cream was full of frost.

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"Seven Musto • Recalling Father"

Wen/Dongyu

After Xia Nanfeng, there was another autumn, and I had no intention to blow my tears.

After being far away from Qianshan Road, the remembers of the next year are not rest.

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"Langtao Sha. Luohu Peninsula"

Text/Ronin

The green water is leisurely, the crane drama Tingzhou, the mirror lake is vast and reflects the sand gull.

Shi Liu Qingshan Shu Qianying, Hongyu was ashamed.

Breaking the waves to take a boat, and forgot to take a while, the busy pupils were hard to collect.

In the hometown of Boyu's legacy, he spent the spring and autumn.

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"Seven Merid Middle Yuan Festival Express"

Text/East City

The moonlight is like the water full of Tinghui, and the candle of the western window of the shadow.

The dew wind is light and cool, and when the foreign country reads it.

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"Farmers' Courtyard Autumn"

Wen / Spring and Autumn

The chives are rare, full of loofah.

The vine laughed on the flowers, and tried to divide the autumn and wipe the clouds.

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"One Cut the Summer of the Summer"

Text/East City

At the beginning of the summer heat, the feeling of getting colder. The red branch of the grenade, the scent of Guizi.

Liu Yanqiu Qiu Chan at the edge of the pond, the old lotus puff, drunk the sun.

Leaning at dusk through the window. Birds and birds are in the forest, and the mountains are far away.

The drafting goose array was left in the painting, Qinglu Shenghui, and returned to Yan into double.

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"Essay"

Culture/Li Yinbing

The lotus ponds are full of autumn light, and the swaying is not seen.

The reincarnation of the four seasons is orderly.

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"Xijiangyue. Half -Best Dust, Smoke and Rain"

Text/Waiting

The semi -semi -dust, smoke and rain, and have been desolate several times.

The iron shoulders did not imitate. Experienced infinite ups and downs.

At the beginning of the destiny, there was a small wall.

Disposal interests break the intestines. Put the wine on the window.

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"Hehuan"

Wen / Zhang Jianping

The sun is lazy to sing the cicada, and the rain is in the summer.

From the end of Yulu Jinfeng, Hehuan Yueyue Ye Juan.

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"Shuo Qiu"

Wen / Zhang Jianping

Qiufeng butterfly loves catfish fat, and the pastoral garden is muman.

Since ancient times, the passionate water has passed, and the goose is high.

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"Summer"

Wen / Zhang Jianping

The blue summer flows crosses the Qiu Qiu, Yun Tian Shu Yurun Danyl.

At the time of the annual wheel, he changed his knowledge, and he didn't turn his head.

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"Mulk Spring Fu"

Wen / Li Jiarong

The blue waves are full of shade, and the sunset is infinitely touched.

Certainly, the flowers are zero, and the desolateness of the night.

I hope that the long feel is empty, and I heard Du Yu Xi.

The green mountains faintly visible letter, and the twilight was deep and wet.

There was a grudge, and the cotton was snowing.

Recitation of Zheng Gu's poems is wonderful.

Floating lives are not allowed, and the prosperity of the world is easy to throw.

Recognize the wind cigarettes of Nanpu, and feel the farewell.

After passing the deserted city, the grasshopper, recalled the emotion of my soil.

Ruoyun was bleak, and the rain was slightly.

The sorrowful flute is euphemistic, and the past is faint.

People are independent, and swallows fly.

The water was smoky, and the people were silent.

What a hate, boring.

Seeing flowing water, he hates long, near the banana and nose.

Wait for the night to send the nightmuring, and the lone lamp was clearly destroyed through the window.

The red sleeves are affectionate, and the love of each other is far night.

Hey! How many flowers are falling?

One sand grain is wide in the world, with a small dust.

Therefore, Hongli went to the new brigade, and Lao Yan returned to know the old home.

Ask the guest where he is, in the end of the world.

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"Small Blanc • Huamanlou"

Wen / Li Jiarong

Flower Manlou. Moon full building. Flower shadow Xiao Shuyue shadow sorrow. The green water flow in front of the building.

Dreams. Thinking. Dreams are half a break. Man Ting Chun Cao Rou.

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"swallow"

Wen / Li Jiarong

Swallow returned, Yang Hua Fei Fei.

Beauty Yu Yi, the past.

The recruitment goes, Mo Guan Caiwei.

Swallows are in the nest, and the double shadows flutter.

Beauty leaning, heart like a rolling banana.

The recruitment is far away, and the courtyard is small.

Swallows are in the chicks, feeding.

Beauty Yu Yan, tossing into a virtual.

The recruitment believers, tears wet Luo Luo.

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"Sky • Feeling"

Wen / Li Jiarong

Everything is hardworking. To win the debt like a mountain.

The speed of time was shocked, and the world was always difficult.

Take a break, and get off. There are thousands of houses.

Life may not be like a dream, chasing the name to return.

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"Huanxi Sand • Seeing Fengxinzi Flowers and Flowers, and then this article"

Wen / Li Jiarong

The sequence is rushed to be new. The flowers are in the early spring. Who is independent and pro -with.

It has not become a boss, and the spirit of farewell for ten years. Stagnation is not as good as anyone.

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"Seven Must -Besides Rain Lane"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

The sadness of the rain alley is cold and cold, and the cold lights are sent to Xinqiu.

Acacia is still broken in the liver and intestines.

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"Seven Laws · Back to Chongfeng Back to Dragon City and Gift"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

Overlooking the mountain city affairs and wrong, Yao Lian turned to return to the same return.

At the frost of the plum blossom reflection, Han Mo Cheng was sparse.

Remember the shame of the year, and accompanied him with a smile.

The book window dreamed of Jiangnan rain, and he even remembered the poetry to promote the siege.

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"Seven Must -Go to Changzhou"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

A fisherman's water and gas flow, flower fragrance accompanies me to Changzhou.

Tianguang rewarded rouge drunk, and Baili Cicada was not worried.

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"Seven Laws · Chan"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

Guili cicada is sleepy, so why not soak the summer.

The Wanglai Linghai road is along the embankment, and the name of the bamboo is used to ask the bamboo name.

The sound of the wind was combed, and the flute song sighed.

The poet wakes up as he sleeps, and does not begging for ecstasy.

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"Seven Absolute · Autumn Hot"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

The hot furnace of the new autumn is warm, like the door of Qionglou locking courtyard.

How can the flowers be shy and sweat, and the light words look forward to dusk. "Drinking Horse Song"

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Text/Tianya a tired guest

Floating clouds fantasy shadow water, drinking the old years in the horse song.

The old Mai knew childlike fun, and it was a few days of wind and rain.

"Ruilong Yin"

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Text/Tianya a tired guest

Six out of light jade built forests, Yinshan dances Ruilong Yin.

Qiankun has been in Zhaofeng's illness, making Mei Xin's love.

"Night Ship"

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Text/Tianya a tired guest

The shipping boat to Hanyang overnight, the moonlight was as fine as frost.

The sorrow of Zhiyinzu, no one asked the movement.

"Drunk Flower"

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Text/Tianya a tired guest

Xianghe took a drunk whip, and there were tears and no words.

A few points of cold crow, Jiangshan is no longer the past.

"Qing Bo Yin"

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Text/Tianya a tired guest

Sitting on the creek head fishing, the clear wave leader flowed to the middle.

Yuer laughed at me, and picked up the poem to lose the hook.

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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