Selected poems ｜ Qianzhong purple fog hiding the Asahi, a red glow shows Xiaoyan

"Lang Tao Sa Ling is busy"

Text/Mount Everest

The moon hangs the sycamore. Lonely autumn.

The fragrance should build osmanthus wind.

The month of the Mid -Autumn Festival is half, and the gathers are in a hurry.

Looking at the sky. Or who is the same.

Jiangshan is poor in painting.

The flowing water is close to the year, what is calm.

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"Cai Sangzi. Zhong Qiu Love"

Text/Ronin

Yao Qiang was quiet and far away, and the night was quiet.

Hurrying to Xiqiu, Yan Mo Yin was impressed.

Banana does not show cloves, and sad.

Entering Xinzhou, Yulu's withering was full of autumn.

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"Sky"

Text/Chen Zhengliang

Everything is in the beginning but feel wrong, and the flowing light cannot be chased.

Spring flowers and autumn are ended, and the maximu maps are also gray.

Come with turbid wine and go to Songcai. Why not laugh at the world's sadness.

The camp is always windy, and when the lake and mountains are fishing for late fishing.

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"Sky"

Text/Chen Zhengliang

Wanli is a January round, and the window is ecstasy.

The acacia of the world was suffering, but the Tao Qinghui washed the dust.

The heart seems to be silent, and the pillow leaves marks. Jiangnan Yanyu recalls anyone.

The Ming Dynasty woke up and watched Fang Zhi, and even more western wind.

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"Seven Absolute Autumn Light"

Text/East City

Qingbo is dotted with autumn light, and the lotus retreats in Qingyi.

Dangui Liufang shame Yulu, and a cluster of yellow is blooming.

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"Five Laws Untitled"

Text/Chen Zhengliang

Learning poetry is not available.

After the Tang and Song dynasties, the rivers and rivers were poor.

There is no word, and asked if there was a meeting.

Occasionally, I was drunk.

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"Seven Absolute · Autumn Yi Nong"

Text/small bridge flowing water

The sparse Liu Ying reflects Jiangqing, and the falling wood is leisurely.

During the field, Qiu Guang welcomed the twilight, and the rhyme of cicadas called Liu Fun.

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"Sky"

Text/Ji Lanyu

Unlike the Mingyue of the Ming Dynasty, the teenager was full of sadness and joy.

The ambitious self -rising to give birth to the South China Sea, and the heroine Lingyun crosses Wushan.

The clouds enter the ink, and the song is three thousand.

Unfortunately, I was like a flowing water last night, and I welcomed it one day.

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"Embeds"

Culture/Li Yinbing

It was not cold in the autumn equinox, and it was still shaking the hall.

Condennce and poetic eyes, tiring and throwing books, noon dreams.

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"Essay"

Culture/Li Yinbing

It is more than three autumn, and it is more popular, and the summer is steaming the sky.

How can a day fall from Gan Lin and sprinkle the original Runwufeng in Chuanchuan.

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"Guest Night"

Text/Li Jiarong

Referendial friends and relatives in a foreign country are cold and cold.

Lu Yuan didn't do fun, and he remembered the lanterns in the middle of the night.

The unprocessed moonlight is more steep, and a lonely signs.

The bleak frosty wind is falling, and the poor thoughts are always no.

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"Yulouchun · Night Wind Wind Xiao Sewan Pharyng"

Text/Li Jiarong

The evening wind is cold. The drunkard has not been added.

The bustling eyes withered, and the past was shocked.

Traveling is very worried. Gathering like a cloud ended.

At that time, the heart was recalled, and one inch of clothes was tens of millions.

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"Nanxiangzi · Chong Nine"

Text/Li Jiarong

The autumn color is full of river ponds, and the Zhengyan has arrived in Lingnan.

The secret wind blew up and changed, 毵毵.

Don't put on the yellow flower head.

The world is dense like silkworm, reading the end of the world.

Add half of the wine to the cup and heart.

It is always unbearable to break the intestinal.

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"Moon Night"

Text/Li Jiarong

The night is like a quiet water, and the moon is full of acacia.

When people go to friends, when the geeks return to the bell.

The Yangtze River becomes the sea, and the autumn leaves fall in cold branches.

The grass is fluttering because of the wind.

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"Wind into the pine, the chaos cicada is full of willows, the willow is full of the pond"

Text/Li Jiarong

The cicada was full of losses and returned to the pond, and the cigarette was broken.

Poor aius is late, ecstasy, and the water is vast.

Looking back, there are tears in the front, and it has been low since ancient times.

The chrysanthemum residue around the south window, thinking hard late at night.

Bai Zu passed the gap and flowed short, and after thinking about it, it was sad.

Right now, the East Lake is autumn, and it was once spring.

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"Seven Absolute · Lichun Opera Gift"

Wen Jiangbo (Sichuan)

(one)

The woman's respect for the massive merit, and she loves to float even more.

Xingxing Xingrui was divided into clear, and he did not turn back to the leaves.

(two)

The woman's respect for the massive merit, but she did not change her desire to float.

At the beginning, Xing Rui was divided into clear, and he couldn't turn back coldly.

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"Seven Absolute Hope"

Wen Jiangbo (Sichuan)

The bridge was so rainy and chaotic, and the birds leaned against the wind slowly.

Without asking Yan Lan's old pet, the empty string dream Xie Luoyi.

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"Five Laws · New Year's Eve"

Wen Jiangbo (Sichuan)

Tu Su Lian's brocade, firecrackers were incense.

Shizhen shakes the mountains, and the first heart reflects Xueshuang.

Sorrow will never be from this, the shadow is unforgettable.

The most good is Mei Fang.

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"Seven Laws · Renyin Yuan Day"

Wen Jiangbo (Sichuan)

The ritual and music is in Xiangxiang, and the spring breeze is urgent before the tiger.

Thousands of purple fog hiding the Asahi, a red glow of Xiaoyu.

Looking at the mountains of the mountains, the green is shaken, and the bamboo gas is returned to the sunny day.

Xinfengxin Flying Wine, drink three cups to ask the holy immortal.

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"Seven Laws · Tianshan Snow Lotus"

Wen Jiangbo (Sichuan)

Tianshan Snowy is made of lotus.

The elegant state is difficult to chase the pearls, and the affection is high, but the colorful clouds cover.

Shengsheng Huai Qingmeng, ax and shadow in the shadow.

The year of the year of empty sorrows ended Xu Guo, from no pride.

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"Tang Duo Ling · Sai Dragon Boat"

Text/Tianya a tired guest

The golden drum was thick, and the red flag competed upstream.

Slap waves, paddle -like flying gulls.

The title shouted like a poem, returning to the first place, passing the midstream.

The past is getting more and more sad.

When I went to the river, I bowed their heads in history.

Huaxia's Dragon Boat Festival, find Qu Zi, Dragon Boat.

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"Tang Duo Ling · Tour Lake"

Text/Tianya a tired guest

Waves a boat, and the cigarettes are loosened on both sides of the strait.

Watch the sunset and erase.

Twilight gradually covered Tianyu, returned to the bird and persuaded to return. It is difficult to travel and sit down.

When the moon wakes up, calm the wine.

Mo sings in ancient times, pushing the waves and burial heroes.

"Tang Duo Ling · Autumn"

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Text/Tianya a tired guest

Do you have to worry about drunk, is fragrant?

Little chrysanthemum, drove in the West Tower.

All the railings were shot, and in the oblique shine, I was afraid of condensing.

Who is indignant to whom, tenderness around.

When dreaming, tears are difficult to flow.

The past can be remembered thousands of times, and Lema, looking at Shenzhou.

"Tang Duo Ling · Give Liu Liu"

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Text/Tianya a tired guest

Silk rain is moist without trace, and some winds are too root.

Pay care and more lover.

Laughing and low singing spring is good, with the eyebrows, respect as a guest.

The world is too different, and hard work is bitter.

More around, surrounded.

I hope there is no regret in my life, teach children, and perceive.

"Tang Duo Ling · Wen Tian Qianyou for Heart Bridge Surgery"

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Text/Tianya a tired guest

Huaiyuan has a high -rise building, and the building is not worried.

Hate Qianshan, a touch of cigarettes.

If you want to ask the disease, you have not sent it.

The world is a hundred spring and autumn, and three points are sleepwalking.

The hero is also gentle.

Don't hurt the sadness too hard.

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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