[Contemporary Poet Yong Qiu] Mai Weihuang Volume

[Contemporary Poet Yong Qiu] Mai Weihuang Volume

Author: Mai Weihuang

Mai Weihuang, the word Holy, Anhui people, self -sized poeton farmers. Grassroots groan, landscape and rural singers, read reviews. Poetry is a white language, and it is written to the people. Based on poetry, Ming Jian's heart.

Mid -Autumn Festival

one

The screen is full, what is the end of the world.

Ci Yan's order to return early, only the return journey is short.

two

In the Mid -Autumn Festival night, the hometown was as light as frost.

The golden wind is 100,000 miles, with osmanthus fragrance.

Wild chrysanthemum

The deserted decurricular diameter, the fallen leaves ring the sand.

Yuyanju, Xiao Put a flower.

Birthday

On the tenth day of October, the scenery of Yichuan was not as good as before.

Mo Dao is old in front of the bottle, and it is still full of Hongxia.

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Yiye acacia wrote to autumn, and Wanshan was red all over the mountain bon.

The rising sun was shy, and the west wind was instructed to slowly invest.

Question

Whoever sent Guizi flowers, wake up in the middle of the night but cicadas.

The guesthouse is difficult to enter the dream, and the window grill draws the month as a chessboard.

Autumn

Mo Daosi was dyed uniform, and he entered the curtain in the middle of the mountain.

A pot of green was placed in front of the window and married Chun Gu in the door.

Early autumn

Yichuan Xinyu actually placed, and learned the cool breeze for autumn.

Ting Liu did not know that he was old, and he would still hang on his branches.

Autumn

Fading the shallots out of pretty, the growing party is the protagonist.

The autumn wind whispered, and Fenglin's face blushed.

Diagram

Thinking about the night wind of Shuangfei Mu, the surplus veins are affectionate.

Returning the geese of the geese asked each other, and he was not in the guests on the way.

Night rain

Suddenly hearing the rain outside the curtain, waking up the hometown to think of dreams.

Tonight, the autumn cicada sang, and the banana was also a guzheng.

Queer

The desert branches crushed the wind, and the shallots were afraid of being empty.

But watching a piece of yellow fall, the fate should be the same.

Tanabata

The vast water and clouds of Tianhe, endless lovesickness.

I advised Niu Brother to tremble, and this year she dated Shenzhou.

Tanabata, construction worker

Baizhanglou's head was light, and overtime was survived to Sanyi.

The hometown month in the sky, showing the cow and weaver actress.

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Seseqin's voice was sorrowful, and Qiu Xin was particularly like a thief to steal.

The full moon of the Mid -Autumn Festival is like a mirror, and I see a look at people.

Qiu Xing

The maple leaf test makeup is shy and timid, and the chrysanthemum laughed.

In the depths of the full mountain, a while of autumn wind came over.

Wild chrysanthemum

When the autumn is not solved when the green is unlocked, the golden wind is all yellow,

Often the mountains and rivers are like splendid, and the iron bones are frosty.

Shoc

The eyes are full of yellow leaves, and the red mountains of Qiushan are bathing red clothes.

The same wife went to find Haye in the morning and wanted to send the children in the city.

Maple leaf yin

One leaf scripture is deeper, and the vicissitudes are written into the old annual wheel.

But staying in the sunset of the boldness, especially after falling in the soil.

Queer

Bei Diaoyou sent a sparse, and the two sideways were dyed as frost.

There is no reason in my heart, where the end of the world is not in the countryside.

Autumn

Qiu Xin Yeye, the tree flowers in front of the court.

When Xiaoxiao has a WeChat appointment with his wife, the camera must be facing it.

See Yiren Folding Gui on the roadside

The beautiful woman knocked down Guizhi Xiang, and the fine jade gold debris was a clever group.

I hope Qing Fang is long -lasting, and Mo Jiaojiao covers frost.

Lotus Temple Evening

The glory of Jingjing was declining day by day, and the flowers of Fuming flowers.

The sound of frogs fell into the same way, and a cool breeze lifted out.

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