[Contemporary Excellent Original] Selected Collection

Wang Linxia's quatrack selection

About the Author

Wang Linxia (net name:） 王) male, 58 years old, university culture, Jilin Changchun. Member of Chinese Poetry Society, Beijing Poetry Society, Jilin Provincial Poetry Society, Changchun Writers Association. He has authored the collection of poems "Walking through the Storm", "Close to Yue Hua Lin", "Dream of Water", "Selection of Poetry of Wang Linxia" and so on. Occasionally, some works are published in various media, and some of them have won awards in national and local competitions. He is currently a professional lecturer at Poetry of Jilin Provincial Elderly University and Jilin University Elderly University.

Lake

Wangyuan Lake is getting shy, and the window is opened in Huaiqiu.

He is always at Yingying, and it is difficult to stop You Si.

Snow memory

I couldn't bear the snow in the east, and I was silent.

He also studied acacia, and looked at Juan Juan for another year.

Wait for spring

Hou Chunshu wandered for a long time, and the green was delayed.

The side of the wind is far away, and the door is timid for whom.

Ask for spring

Tired of love in front of the window, sighing the star frost.

I asked Chunchun a few times and said that there were fate.

Poetry

There is no knife on the forehead.

Recently, Shixing followed the wind, and it was high to see Shi.

Poetic

Spring City intentionally renews the front edge, how many devotion can be asked.

The price of poetry has never been heavier, and a group of hearts have a lot of heart.

Poem

I went to see the poems for the disabled, and when the willow is not for the autumn.

If you can drink drunk Jiangyue, don't be the other branch of Linghua.

Lose

自.

Being able to dance with the wind, the flowers on the paper are always empty.

Autumn

Feng Liang Xiaozhu made autumn questions, but was depressed by the fans.

The amount of sunset on the wall is not available, which is lower than the year.

On the line of heaven

Youyi obliquely sews, and there was a sound of people in the distance.

At this time, the heavens and the place are narrow, and look up at the long sky to find birds.

Autumn wind

It's all cold and warm, and I am not upset for the autumn wind.

Without Dan Qing Tu Yueyue, He Lai Cui Green Seed the light.

Glory

Three or two flowers in the lips, swaying with the wind.

I knew that fine vines were long every day, and asked when I arrived in my house.

Disabled

The old man is affectionate, and there are few people on the banks of late autumn.

The quiet is no longer pity.

Pity

Lu Hua dripped into the pupils, and the aura was not long -lived.

It ’s not that the acacia came late, who pity the frost soaked in a slope.

Maple

Independent cold autumn is like a fire bear, who is waiting for who is waiting for.

With a touch of sloping the sun, it can be sighed differently.

Autumn night

Hualu Yiyiyi was a veil, and the corridor path was late.

The passion is autumn, and the flowers are shown through the fence.

Mid -Autumn Festival Xiaoyin

The famous flowers in the bottom of my heart opened, and the full moon was sunny.

He sad has no gimmicks, and he has his own poems.

dusk

In the early autumn, the rain was wiped out, and the lovesickness leaned alone.

Most is the mobile phone without confirmation, stealing poetry and watching the door.

River shrimp

Running over the world, he has repeatedly praised the reputation.

Zeng Xuelong King must shake, and after all, he is still a river shrimp.

Guanhe Yiyi

The Japanese Meridian Baixiang Mo Xianglun, Ye Qingying wanted to support dust.

When I remembered the flowers, Liu Si smiled naive a few times.

sunflower

Shimeng gradually became yellow with the wind, a round of Xiao Se and a round of incense.

You Si even after Cheng En, Wan Zi was in the same heart to the sun.

Viewing Thorr

One Cong Fang said Liu Xia, and wanted to see the enchantment to go to other houses.

Take care of Dongfeng's suspected thorns, and then bloom after Sanchun.

Poem

Man's interesting poems, Feng Xunling fascinated.

In March, the dream of my heart, Lu Chang did not feel the sunset.

illusion

Want to turn Xiaomeng into dust, and at the expense of thinning the wind.

Liu Ye's eyebrows trembled, when you know who he is today.

Gobi follows two questions

one

Thousands of miles of vast re -covered yarn, there are no rain all year round.

The wind is two or three crickets, and the flowing clouds are flowers.

two

The wind follows the smoke from the gravel bird, and the ridge is obliquely stringed.

The red ground is not as good as the poetry.

untitled

As soon as he approached the lotus pond, who knew a lot of lotus.

When is the beauty of the question, the flowers are not fully opened.

Old

The leisure clouds are suitable for each other, and the upstream people in the order are late.

Sitting alone with the launch of the launch, there are always leaves when the flowers are withered.

cell phone

Looking at the palms of the years, the world is nothing more than four fingers.

In addition to the refutation of the heart, Jiangshan can take stock of the bar.

night

Spring nights were clear and the wind was light, and the Mo language was light.

Just because of the light of the heart, the sea of ​​the sea is self -clear.

Recommended draft: Cui Guojing; Editor: Lu Yu Poetry

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