[Famous Poet] Su Junren Yin Mid -Autumn Festival Nanjing Xing Yin Collection

[Famous Poet] Su Jun · Jinling Mid -Autumn Festival

By Jiangning

On both sides of the wind, the wing of the big wing opened directly to the river.

It is expected that Zhongshan once knew noodles and raised my head to come from heaven.

Qin Huai

Qin Huai looked at Bo Rou at first glance, looking at me to re -enter the water upstairs.

The fingers are very complete, and the fans are close to the Mid -Autumn Festival.

Ren Yin Flying Mid -Autumn Festival Jinling accompany Su Yiyue to enjoy the moon

Three thousand miles, really like Yuhan.

Du pity this month, and see in a foreign country.

In the first look of the head of the head, the city's voice was lingering.

Laying Grandpa's milk, toad shadows increased cold.

Ren Yin Mid -Autumn Festival over Xuanwu Lake

Sitting by Xuanwu Lake, leisurely sending Ping.

I should pity me white, and my eyes are still handed over.

The grass and trees have more new knowledge and vicissitudes.

From the beginning of the moon, the two forgotten.

Early Chicken Temple

In the past 1,72 years, the Buddha Qi Flower was not sold.

The limited Jiangshan hate, the sound of the chicken cannot wake up the southern dynasty.

Xuanwu Lake Lotus will be exhausted

The whole lake was wrapped in the green cloud, and the eyes were burn to leave a few red.

Although the beauty is the boss, the color is still in the autumn wind.

August 16 Jinding Wang Jiangting take a break

Yiting Fengyue persuaded people to stay and clean up Jinling for more than half autumn.

I have been sleeping in Jiangsu, and I am afraid that he will look back.

Visit Pukou Pearl Spring

The people said that they were picking up the beads, and they were born when they entered Xianyuan.

I like this spring famous and happy guest.

Press: Pearl Spring, also known as happy, has the reputation of Jiangbei's first view.

Jinling

Will ride Baifeng to the high platform, do not drink the river.

Poetry was in the heavenly heaven, and Su Xin Li Du never came.

Niannujiao Jinling Wangyue

The big river is like a palm, holding it to the clouds and the lunar month. Sitting on my stone city, counting Chang'e's hair. The alcohol -lava bottle, the flute blows the back, and even more wants to be Minghe. Gui Hua floated, and it was connected to the world.

Since the lake lake is mad, a few years can be a few years, and the guests are in the autumn festival. Who calls the six dynasties, and the ancient and modern times are missing. Wang Ba follows the dust, the stars are grinding, and all categories are born and destroyed. Xianxian should ask, and even go back to Yinyu.

About the Author

Su Jun, from Gaozhou, Guangdong. The Director of the Review Department of the Institute of Cultural Research and New News Agency Art Tutor. There are many books.

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