[Contemporary Outstanding Original Poems] Liu Xiaoqian · Ci Selection

About the Author

Liu Xiaoqian, female, net name flower shadow. Member of the Chinese Poetry Society, a member of the Chinese Poetry Fuden Society, and executive director and vice chairman of the Anshan Poetry Association in Liaoning Province.

Bushiko · office small tomato

Buy two seedlings and bloom yellow flowers. Gathering thousands of pets, the green fruit was concluded.

Green has been on the window sill, holding the right left. People are busy stealing, and occasionally clear their hearts.

Red cherry in the factory area

Unmanned self -planting, leaning on the soil in front of the slope. Enjoy the sun and drink the wind, fall into the Tingting tree.

Knowing that in the summer, the cherry dew was quietly sent. Smile the red cheeks and made a group, brewed exquisitely.

These three days of Bushiko · Graduate Candidates

Write the battlefield to welcome adult ceremony. And with three days and ten years, it is written into Youth.

A bitter product is sweet, and I am tired of turning around. With a smile in the mountain in his heart, he left his name in June.

Fireworks under the Night Market

East Lane called the sound of selling, and it was arranged to Xijiekou. Baked skewers with stars, red cherry wine.

The moon is hazy, and the figures are like beans. At night, the wind was refused to take a break, and it was cool.

Bushiko · Family reunion

Thousands of miles are led by each other, gathered at this time. Happy to the screen to make me think about hometown.

In the cup, Fu Shoutian, the wine is full of mountains. Yao sent his heart to pine and pine, reflecting the prosperity of branches.

Breaking for a while · Liaodong Township Rhyme Northeast dialect

The soil is scum slang, is it estimated that ① sit on the ground ② greeting. Light up his voice and roar.

Broken ④ Parents are short, thinking ⑤ The character is full. The deep tone of the words is strong, and the feelings are warm to peace. Over the mountain.

Remark:

① Estimated: Estimated.

② Sit: Originally.

③ Heng is: Maybe.

④ Broken: Guess Mystery

⑤ Thinking: Think about it, think.

Breaking for a while · Liaodong Township Rhyme Northeast cuisine

Boil the pot on the stove, and baked in the streets. Salted and spicy fragrant frequency, red and green dishes are not deserted. Cuihua sauerkraut welcomes.

Most of them are commonplace and can sell their hometown thousands of ways. The big bowl is rough, and the small stir fry becomes a strong sound. Cook at the same time.

Breaking for a while · Liaodong Township Rhyme Northeast

With the role of Lei Feng, it should be in the heart of justice. Black land has a rigidity, and the northern wind blows hard spine. Hao Huainen.

Putting his hands on his feet, the heroic glory was glory. Dare to chase the red sun to Yunkong, and help the spirit to grow the state. China gathers together.

Breaking for a while · Liaodong Township Yunnong Homeska

Tao Limen was hospitable, and the grape racks flew under the grape rack. Sitting around the spring flowers, drunk pillows, autumn wind and moon. The door is busy.

It has been tired for a long time, and will eventually forget the vulgarity. When you go to a small home in a house, find a small light. Cleaning the miscellaneous chapter.

Breaking for a while · Liaodong Township Yunguan Dongxue

Heaven and earth are covered with silver, and mountain forests are dyed in white thousands of peaks. Occasionally, Qiongzhi Heebird, bounced off the flowers and cedar. The clouds are red.

Who keeps Bingxin, who melts with Frost. Chunmeng Jing Chan's sleep and warmth, the glass of wine laughed and smiled cold wind. Rush in rush.

Breaking for a while · Liaodong Township Yunbei Guochun

Snow in front of the eaves in March, and a lake surface ice. The urgent plum blossoms are full of peach blossoms. Huangfeng rolls dreams.

The swallow came to the audio, and the bud tip revealed the heart. The winter frost is more loud, embrace the sunshine. Spring came to the ridge.

Breaking for a while · Liaodong Township Rhyme Northeast Duan

The drama was obsessed with the old man, and the Yangge drove Aon. The small song is ordinary and rough, and the small tone is free and free. Smile woman and child.

The vulgar is the elegant, and the selfless side is endless. This is the east and west inheritance.

Linjiangxian · Jiuhe

A lotus heart is secretly, what is the dream of half pond. The ice bone must be cleaned. Xia Tianrong me, this world Qian people.

By knocking on the jade cover with the rain, Feixiang shook the mud boots. Raise with the wind. I met the poems, can I know in the ink?

Linjiangxian · Visit Lotus

Want to twist the floating life, and then rub the vulgarity. Begging the wind to send near Xinhe. I worshiped my heart, and the people were reconciled.

I want to ask Lian Xin how bitterness and who is nothing. The taste of crossing the river. Aes silk enters the ravioli, and a song is a righteous song.

Linjiangxian · Duke

I hold a lotus flower, and I follow the bell leaves.陀 陀。。。。 跏趺 跏趺. Knowing the personnel taste, the sludge vortex.

Just put down his heart, He Zeng and Nian Ronghe. Is there a lot of unknown tactics. The hustle and bustle goes, will the eyes open?

Linjiangxian · Wenhe

A flower is tired today, is Banchi Meng still blooming? Are you listening to Dutch Yue? Suxin has a lot, is Bai Yan a little bit?

Being in the mud bitter, will the wind grind the sun and the moon? Is the origin clear? Even if you are not, can you be affectionate?

Linjiangxian · Payhe

Seeing that you spread out the clouds and cut the cigarettes. Tsing Yi Jingyu Green Smoke. It has won more than a year, and in July the most Jiao'e.

In this view, there are more than three. Shake the wind stealing dreams. Late to take the mirror, the shuttle shuttles are almost eliminated.

Linjiangxian · painting lotus

Even if the flowering period has arrived, it is difficult to describe the wind. Gently hook the color internal grinding. Think of floating surfaces, splashing ink testing.

One holding the breeze in hand, Chihiro Miaoshi. Who knows how Zen tastes. Nothing is to let go, and you have your own rhyme.

Editor: Cao Chuyang; Editor: Lu Yu Poetry

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