Selected poems ｜ The world is close and far away, and the flowers and trees are passing the autumn every year

"Nanxiangzi people in rivers and lakes"

Text/Mount Everest

Moonlight is high -rise, and the world is hazy and beautiful.

Even if there is no night wind, why?

The world is prosperous and Mid -Autumn Festival.

Yuanyue sent the east flow, and it was worried about the departure.

Even if there are acacia how many memories, why?

The world is never free.

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"Tang Duo Ling Festival Closer"

Text/East City

Dang Guirui is ashamed. Changkong geese stay. Luchu Ning, Moon Manchu West Building.

The turbid wine was drunk, remembering the past and tears.

Gold chrysanthemum is thick. Nian Hua is like water. Two spots and aspirations are difficult to pay.

Dreaming of the hometown of the foreign country, the festival is close and sorrowful.

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"Autumn"

Wen / Spring and Autumn

Delow the breeze wild chrysanthemum, half -flowering and half -sons cherish autumn light.

Long Tian saw Nanfei Yan again, that was the hometown of his hometown.

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"Yulou Spring Autumn Si"

Text/East City

Colorful Xia Hui is late. Thousands of Venus branches bloom.

In the early night of the willow, the lift of the moon, the Yantong was far away from the threshold.

Jade flute heard the intestines. Cold winding window tears.

Shu Tong made the shadow fragrance, and he sighed in the dream Lao Xiao.

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"Mid -Autumn Festival Moon"

Culture/Li Yinbing

It's the Mid -Autumn Festival. Thousands of households dream soul.

Chang'e seemed to understand each other and springs Yinhui for nine days.

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"Huanxi Sha • Chunhan"

Text/Li Jiarong

Mo Mochun is cold like autumn. The dumb sky is not rainy. Wild flowers fall into water.

Several degrees of return due to obstruction, who will post a note. Wangxiang people are in the highest building.

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"Nine Machines • Ancient meaning"

Text/Li Jiarong

A machine, get up lazy to try Luo Yi. Riqing is infinitely swimming in spring.

Tonghua is dazzling, Yingge is pleasant, and silkworm women pick up mulberry.

Two machines, Changting Ancient Road grass. The beauty has nothing to stay.

In the sunset, the Liuhua River did not bear to separate.

Three machines, heavy curtain swallows flying double. Sitting on a long day is nothing.

Xiaoyuan is full of spring, Jianglou is day and twilight, listening to the cries of thoroughly.

Four machines, suddenly the flowers believed. Retrust the text and return to the text.

Jinzheng's neck, catfish compared with eyes, vowed to die.

Five machines, do not get in the same way. Lotus opened in the pot pond.

Who is amazing? Who is Xiao Suo? It's best to think about it.

Six machines, wearing needle begging and envy. Magnata Bridge Flying Galaxy.

Looking at each other for a year, for a night, I was afraid of being late.

Seven machines, Ye Lan people quietly dream. The moonlight was cold and cold.

Want to stop, but hate in autumn, and write poetry with tears.

Eight machines, ask Lang how he returns. It's easy to be poor.

One cavity, two lines of verses, will be available tomorrow.

Nine machines, asked him in bed acupuncture: I wonder if you do n’t know if you are going to return?

The dynasty, dumb, long for a long time.

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"Qinyuanchun • Since ancient times"

Text/Li Jiarong

Life since ancient times, sadness is difficult, and joy is difficult.

When the reminiscence is left, the Yanghua is scattered; the Yulou has a long night, Su Yuezhengjuan.

The sound of the cuckoo was shocked and dreamy, and the flowing light was also embarrassed.

Empty, watching the spring light, throwing out the elm money.

Dongfeng laughed at me without sleep. I write about the fifteen string of Ai Zheng.

During the red windows, the rain, all kinds of hearts; the Bobo Pavilion, infinite spring smoke.

A roll of new words, a few words of silver paper, and writing acacia for twelve years.

Looking back, asking where Yan Qi was, who was.

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"Manjiang Hong • Sensing"

Text/Li Jiarong

Langlang, I do n’t know how many evils.

Rest and lumen, mouse in the world, and eat blood.

But seeing that the government and business are easy to gain, it is difficult to get rid of the poverty.

Think of career, how is it for money and fold your waist.

For the official, the heart is hard. As a businessman, Soul Xuche.

The situation is like water, and it is high.

The scenery of the world is Yu, Taihuzhou 楫 楫 said.

Waiting to return, handle fishing rods, Ge Mingyue.

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"Seven Laws · Jiangnan Autumn Rain"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

The wind blows the drizzle and rolling the curtain, and the lotus leaf lotus surface floats.

Cai Fengping returned to Yunqi Road, and the beautiful lady leaned on the Yuguang Tower.

The fish turned Jinlang Jiangnan Xi, and the birds were in the autumn.

The butterfly is still fascinated, and the high flying mirror is in the show.

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"Seven Laws · Send Jiangnan"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

The breeze blew the moon with a curtain, and the bamboo and cypress love Orange Island.

The vine grass Xin Shu Ying leaps, and Fenglin wants to cover the building.

The flowers of flowers are ordinary night, and the crane dreams are incense.

The lonely Bashan barometer, Jiangnan Jiu Member is still people.

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"Seven Must -Shu Dao Miscellaneous Poems"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

(one)

Huaixiang Shudao stands up and stands up, and people are full of people entering the wild.

Why do you often meet in the world?

(two)

The heart of the Shu Dao is like a rainbow, and the beautiful beautiful woman is light.

The world is close and far away, and the grass and trees are passing the autumn every year.

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"Seven Absolute Fishing Songs"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

Yu Xie Ge Xiye's family, Qingliushui reflects beauty flowers.

The bridge head is hot, and the wind is hot, singing night returning to the boat and night tea.

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"Seven Must Out of Wangjiaxi Garden"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

Xiyuan Yue is old to fly Xia, half duckweed and half flowers.

Old dreams.

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"Tap Shaxing · Yebo Yunyue Lake"

Text/Tianya a tired guest

It is a fishing boat, gently scratching the white head. Open the pot to reward the poor sour mouth.

Xingqun is even more salivated, and the shirt is cool.

Lakes and sea words, Qiankun sleeves. The autumn wind is even more spiritual.

I am not afraid of smoking waves in my life, and I am afraid of my poems and wine.

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"Tap Shaxing · Qiuyou Five Finger Mountain"

Text/Tianya a tired guest

The bird was shocked, the vine covered the road, and the sheep intestine entered the clouds.

The stream is like a thunderbolt, and the stone forest valley laughed.

Mo sanqiu is late, and I suspect that I am old, and sighs by high.

I have always seen the scenery of the insurance office, and my life is good.

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"Tap Shaxing · Power Tortor"

Text/Tianya a tired guest

Night quietly worried poetry, people are afraid of wine. West Sky Falling Moon Chicken Straight Dog.

I don't hate Xiaofeng cool when they come to the window, and ask if I feel heartache softly.

Go to shoot Zhu Bao and scratch the white head. The clothes are thin and thin.

It is difficult to look at the book again, and the moth has been seduced by the lamp.

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"Sahaxing · Chunwang"

Text/Tianya a tired guest

Wash the flowers and flip the wing of the clouds. Dongfeng staged a spring tide.

Yichuan Red and Green Competition, a few silk faiths stole each other.

Malaysia drooping poplars, boats stopped blue water. The coming person does not find it.

The rivers and mountains are unlimited. The end of the world is sad.

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"Tap Shaxing · Spring Day Miscellaneous"

Text/Tianya a tired guest

Water -water thought, wearing Lin Xianbird. Who knows Tang Feng and Song Yun.

The word name is the most hurting, it is better to pity the bottle.

Smoke clouds at the bottom of the eyes, flowers and plants around. I forgot when I slept.

On the oblique sun pillow is the green mountain, and the cattle and sheep running at the foot of Qingshan.

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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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