[Contemporary Poet Yong Xia] Gao Jingfang Volume

About the Author

Gao Jingfang, female, member of the Chinese Poetry Society, director of the Chinese Poetry Society of Hubei Province, Deputy President of the President of Chinese Poetry Poetry Society of Hubei Province, the Women's Working Committee of the Chinese Poetry Society of Hubei Province, Deputy Secretary -General of the Federation of Federation of Federation of Counselor, Vice president, editor -in -chief of "Changye Poems", and editor -in -chief of "Xiangshui Qu". He is the author of poetry collection "Qiao Jingyun".

Early summer picking rhyme

The durian flowers want to bloom green, and the butterfly bushes fly.

Mo Shang red and withered spring curtain, Xunfang's independent wild rose.

Early summer garden

Sitting on the waters of the stream bridge, the flying flip dipped in the butterfly sensational.

A tree grenade was ashamed, and the lotus rhyme was successful.

Huiyuan Tanhe

Lilinli was waiting for Xiaohe, and the breeze frequently sent the wave last year.

Shiqiao pity me alone, and Liu Liu invited to play water geese.

Zaoyang Road

Thousands of hectares of golden days, villagers' custody green lotus.

Mai Xiang wrapped up with the wind and moved the summer to harvest a thousand miles.

Midsummer Valley City

Four wild wind light wheat sings, iron bulls are flooded.

The pond water is full of new green, and the bath lotus flip is thin.

Entering the farmhouse embedded "the scenery in front of the door is better"

The lotus pond green rises duck, and the tall trees listen to the frog.

The gourd was still bathing, and the scenery in front of the door was better.

Youshen Agricultural Shelter Tiantian Bridge

The cliffs are pouring the laxative jade pearl, and the overpass leads to the Huaxian Lake.

When you do n’t remember, you do n’t remember, and you will borrow your mobile phone to call your friends.

Watching bamboo shadow

Yang Jun's strong festivals, towering upright.

In the old age, he was a friend, and Lin Youju was gathered in the seven sages.

The shade lives in the summer, and the green jade citizen smoke.

Under the moon, the shadow, the breeze strokes the orchestra.

Gu Yu is the matter

The Gulfu urges the elderly, and Qinghe wants to weave a skirt.

Flying Flying Flower has decreased, green grass aroma.

It is difficult to be couples, and pity is timid.

During the idle period, leaning on the stone lying Songyun.

Huanhuanhua

In May, Xianzhu bloomed, and the velvet chumis weaving Jinxia.

Feng Yu combed the wind with the moon, and the branches were dressed in jade.

Qingyi Fan Yan's words are difficult to give, and the fragrance is full of flavor.

The concentricity and the old man, even if they are incompetent.

Pimple

Mai Xiang Manye rides the wind, and the Lingshu is shining.

The lotus is green in the clearing pool, and the fruit in the farmhouse is yellow.

Don't desire at noon in life, the summer heat should be reduced.

In the case of the Duanyang Lijiang Festival, the clearing of the poem was in the poetic.

Folding fan

The exquisite stunner is light, and the elegant Yinfeng is famous.

Half of the mountains and mountains concentrated, and the thoughts were separated.

香 ， ，, refers to the new cool and comfortable.

In the summer, the summer, the summer, the self -listening to the autumn sound.

Shennongjia Da Jiuhu

Alpine Wonderland is in the world, and the meadow is all over Jiuhu.

The gulf of the gulf of the bulls, and Lu Xinlin is full of entertainment.

Yun Gen suspected of planting ripples, stacking emerald beads.

Heaven and earth people and the victory scenes are like a beautiful sketch.

水 襄 夏 鹧鸪 鹧鸪 鹧鸪 鹧鸪 鹧鸪 鹧鸪 鹧鸪 鹧鸪 鹧鸪

The rose of Lagerstroemiades opened on the shore, and the fire clouds were lined up with warm wind. There is no trace of cicada, and the frog drums are strong.

The mountains are beautiful, the water is beautiful, and the ancient bridge is mottled through the moss. The gazebo stacks the grass on the side of the stone stream, and the summer invites is invited.

鹧鸪 寄 寄 鹧鸪 鹧鸪

The painting in Jiang Village is faint, that is, the thoughts of life to Fangzhou. Xuan Xicheng Xuanfu, singing the garden Suling Qiu.

With the past, clearing the eyes, the cloud trace is difficult to find dreams. The poem title has a tone, and some of the sand gulls are swinging.

鹧鸪 鹧鸪 江 鹧鸪 鹧鸪

Thousands of miles winding and uninterrupted flow, and the peaks and mountains reflected gulls. The wind blows the willow shore cloud smoke, and the stone path in Xizhaoxi Village.

Popular moon, Cui cage building.州 荻 荻 荻 荻 荻 荻 荻. Singing Xiangyang in the late fishing song, Zeng Zuoshan Weng recalled the old tour.

Niannujiao · This green green

The green mountains are strong, the waterfall flies, and the landscape is clear and empty. In the temple pavilion, in Qingying, Xianliuxi Bridge was silent. A frame of Dan Qing, Millennium Mo Bao, freehand brushwork. Time flows, Manwu Chan chased the past.

Gao Lianlian, Tsing Yi, if Lingfeng appears, smoke Bozhou. Ten miles of spring breeze, inheritance of ancient charm, evoked Yin Xingheng flute. All things Su Meng, the sky and the earth are green, warm clouds and denseness. Looking at the Wonderland, this kind of love is.

Manjiang Hong · Danjiangkou Reservoir

Born in a deep girlfriend, Hongchen Jue, only smelling birds. Peak is Pei and Qixia for ，, Cui Tianjiao. The gull heron qanting often stays together, and the flowers are old. Even more like a thousand cups, thousands of cups.

From the fishing song, Bo Hao Miao. In the oblique photo, the wind urges. Looking at Beijing and Tianjin, I am timid. Worrying about Gan Yuan married for the country, the dispatch of streams and distress will follow the transfer. May compatriots, jade liquid new tea, fragrant fragrance.

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