[Famous Poet] Liu Qinglin Wulong's Wind Poetry Selection

About the Author

Liu Qinglin, a native of Mishan City, Heilongjiang Province, was born in 1959. He was a political commissar of a ministries and a school rank. After retiring, the deputy editor -in -chief of the "Changbai Mountain Poetry" and the executive deputy editor of the "Chinese Poetry Yearbook" of the Chinese Poetry Research Institute of the State Council. He is currently the vice president of the Chinese Poetry Society and the deputy editor -in -chief of "Chinese Poetry".

Too Wulong feels

There are smoke mountains outside the Tiantian Bridge, and Baima Mountain is watching Fairy Mountain.

Fortunately, the heavenly courts are not in full swing, and the mountains have been released.

Shenying Tiankeng Yongying

The top of the Five Yue can be found, but every time the valley meets.

The great climbers in the world did not stay at the peak.

Cross Longshui Gorge

The skin of the earth is torn away, and it is difficult to carry the pain.

However, he couldn't sew it.

Tiankeng Group Wonder

The place of Tiankeng is the high cliff, and the earth is strong.

Let's go and leave some mountains, he believes in the return of the year.

Mid -Autumn Festival Night Lazy Drink

Su Qiufeng is lazy dam, drinking mountains for dreams.

Smoke and rain in the bowl, drawing the screen in front of the table.

He stopped chanting and raised the poem.

Drunk my glass of wine, the moonlight is as clear as the moonlight.

Cross Wulong Topa Bridge

There are virtues and clouds gathered in Wanling, and the gods are couplet with Wu Longxing.

The landslide trapped the hawk monkey, and the bridge rivers wearing dragon elephants.

Although the earth's peaks end, the Gonggong Kaifu has not stopped.

I persuaded the monarch to sigh, and the stone people on the cliff listened.

Linjiangxian · Passing Fairy Mountain Grassland

Fairy mountains in the mountains, pearls are scattered like pearls. Tie pear fire and spine are naturally tailored, and tourists are like colorful birds, flying together.

The grassland in the sky is rainy and dew, and the flowers are rarely dusty. I have groaned here today, running like the wind, waiting for the moon to chase.

Yituzhu · Autumn Drink Fairy Mountain

Half a cigarette tree, one slope wild fruit takes the heart. The setting sun persuaded Jifeng three or five. The situation is the cloud edge, and the situation is the main.

Drinking the weather before the placket, the cup was euphemistic. The starry star counts from the beginning, and there is no one in the sky.

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