[Contemporary Poet Yong Qiu] Liang Xiaoping Volume

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Liang Xiaoping

Liang Xiaoping, President of the Poetry Society of Jimo District, Shandong Province, director of the Chinese Poetry Society, Director of Shandong Poetry Society, and editor -in -chief of "Jimo Poetry". For the awards and boutique prizes, "Poetry" and "China Ci" magazine's "Life can be wide and narrow, poetic as West East" Poetry Collection Competition won the "Width Wide Poetry Star", and published "The Selection of Liang Xiaoping Poetry".

Maple leaf

Plushered red butterflies, Yiyun became a poem.

One Ye knows the autumn, no need to reputation.

Autumn to find poetry

I have to find a poem and travel by the wind.

Shang Cang is really cool, giving me a day of autumn.

Ren Yin Mid -Autumn Festival

The festival is happy in the Mid -Autumn Festival, and Wanjia reunion wine.

Today, I am happy and melted, when I am a grandchildren.

Mid -Autumn Festival thought

Whenever the festival is like a spring, the state family members are held.

The same regret of 1.4 billion people, Jin Ye was missing.

Get up early in the park after the early autumn rain

A night rain washed the disabled, and the migration was clear.

He likes the insects into the rhyme, and teaches me to listen to the autumn.

Autumn Park Morning Training Sentence

The autumn air in a garden is clear, and the fish in the water are in Baiyun.

Anyin Liu couldn't be passionate, and often stole the beautiful skirts.

Mid -Autumn Festival Night

The cold -colored floating river world, the breeze is smoky.

The bamboo shoot star is faint, and the bottom of the lake is Juanjuan.

The cup is thousands of years of greetings, insects are Xuan.

On earth and heaven, there are two reunion.

Sitting alone in the epidemic district

Sitting on the tennis court alone, the deep leaves are yellow.

Why do you have a nightmare and teach me to move the intestines.

There is no skill in resistance, and short chapters.

In the sea of ​​searches, the most beautiful is responsible.

Ren Yinzhong Qiu Deng He Mountain

Pick up the steps straight to Cuiwei Pavilion, looking around Zhufeng to me.

The new Qi Chengqiu was quiet, and Xiaofeng waved into the beach.

The ladder quoted the customer to find the crane, and Zhong Yan urged people to follow the Yuting.

Want to find the poverty -stricken clouds, wearing a smoke and dreaming.

Autumn

I heard the west wind blowing one by one, and the bass bass was still deep.

The mud has already sighed like a fluff, so why not in the piano.

The day before was tired of Hua Hua, and the old age of leisurely.

To make a cocoon for a cocoon, he can't help but bind himself.

Qiu Xing

Seeing the popularity of poetry is autumn, Qiulai should be on the highest building.

Nantianyan listened to the heart of the countryside, and the northern land was looking at the world.

Du Mu parking red leaves, Tao Qian took drunk gold hook.

Yin Peng passed on to the four seas, and the epidemic was difficult to chant.

Autumn

， Ping Pingqiao Bao Yueming, Yinhui dissolved water like blue crystal.

The west wind enters the dream flowers, and the autumn is voiced.

Although the yellow leaves increased their anger, the white head became more ambitious.

Shaohua Mo Dao is easy to be old, and Lu Shangnian Gao Judong.

Appreciate white chrysanthemum

one

How can Yan Shi be willing to bear the flowering period?

A few Ye Qing frost invaded the dream, and a hook cold moon provoked acacia.

It is a light holding, and it is better to be, who is lonely and high -quality.

Want to write the spirit and stroke, groaning the dust.

two

Dare to call it high -quality vulgarity and harmoniousness, and to make up the current feelings and ancient arms.

He once built Qiongyu with the breeze, and he still accompanied the Yueyue to fight silver.

We frost has long been frost, and it is good to lose color.

Want to wash prosperity and become indifferent.

Zhongqiu during the epidemic must not be ascended to chant

Hard teaching close households, hopeless ascending to sigh.

Ye Juyi knows that the festival is heavy, who knows who is drunk.

Shaoling is not allowed to chant Qiu Xing, and Capricorn hates the magic.

Mo Yi has no disaster, how much nostalgia is like it.

Denghe Mountain

Take the dependents to visit Qiushan, and be proud of Qinghong.

The guest seemed to be unintentional.

仙 仙 仙 屐 屐 屐 屐 屐 屐 屐, wet smoke Lan let the crane return.

Zhong Yan's sound was urged, and the dust machine was deleted one by one.

Teacher Yang Yiming, Teacher Yang Yiming You Heshan

"It's hard to find two or three reds in autumn flowers"

Touring straight up to the east of Mocheng, Shi Yan Lan Yan looked at it.

The wild persimmon still hangs thousands of greens, and it is difficult to find two or three red in autumn flowers.

The sound of chanting fell, and the rhyme came to the gust of gusts.

Without a real person Qiu Taoist, he taught me lazily to worship the jade palace.

Meng Qiuye expresses his arms

The sound of insects promotes the window screen, and the moon leaks the silver trees oblique.

The green mirror lake is flat, and the yellow flowers are cooked to yellow flowers.

Shihuai has been to Qingqiu for a long time, and the taste of wine is extravagant from quiet night.

From the west wind to cool, the bottle was attracted.

Xin Chouqiu's disease starts to travel to Mashan

It is late autumn for a hundred days, and the scenery is quiet.

Pu Wei shook the bottom of the storage, and Qing Feng dyed the red head.

Because of the dreams, the guests have forgotten the worries.

People who are sick are more loved, and the camera wants to collect the scene.

Xin Chou Qiuqiu Night Night, I don’t get a sentence at night

The scenery of the house is in the garden, and the fans of the neon coast are left.

The wind blows Guiyi to the pillow, and the moon turns Lin Yin into the pool.

There are flutes in the Qing Night Pavilion, and there are no poems in the writing?

After the living room paced, I looked at the stars and laughed at me.

Ma Shan Qiuyou Picking Rhyme

Jiebu lightly made Sanxian, and Jinfeng Gua was cited to Qingchuan.

Looking at the purple chrysanthemum shakes the wild, looking at Dan Feng dyed Bitian.

The color is still looking at the butterfly, not in group and listening to the cicada in the tree.

Akiyama admired me together, and when I was deep, I was also face.

Xijiangyue · Qiuhuai

Pack the golden wind into the cricket and spread out the loud autumn. The poet always loves to write romance, and a cream shakes.

Also with Huaxi, he also took a sum of the month. The sentimental worry is to be the people's conspiracy, and to dance the sleeves of the altar.

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