Good poems of the day The south building and the north look are difficult to send, the wind and rain

Mondo Culture Updated on 2024-01-31

Picking mulberries to watch the military parade marking the 70th anniversary of the founding of the People's Republic of China

Wen Tianya is a tired guest.

The heroic posture is sassy and majestic, a burst of waves, a burst of waves. The phalanx was shocked.

The shape of the national defense heavy weapon is cool, dare to kill the Jiang Xiao, dare to kill the Hu Xiao. The world's rivers and lakes are also afraid of knives!

Mulberry picking, otaku

Wen Tianya is a tired guest.

The south building and the north look are difficult to send, the wind and rain are dashing, and the flowers and rain are dashing. A place of poetry and love and hate.

Lingxi colorful phoenix wings, paper cranes fluttering, yellow cranes fluttering. Roll me into the blue sky.

Picking mulberries in late autumn

Wen Tianya is a tired guest.

The lonely boat is close to the end of the world, looking at the slanting sun, and breaking the liver and intestines. A ray of light on thousands of miles of waves.

The passing years are like water thrilling, standing in the vastness, and writing all the vicissitudes of life. The moon lacks clouds and flies with two sideburns.

Mulberry picking warning

Wen Tianya is a tired guest.

Greed and perversion of the law palpitate, tea is unsweet, and rice is unsweet. The terror is the worst in the middle of the night.

Honesty and honesty have been respected by the people since ancient times, and the color is also rested, and the benefits are also rested. Du gradually prevents micro day province three.

Picking mulberries is an occasional feeling

Wen Tianya is a tired guest.

Xiaoxiao geese are near the window, driving the east wind. Riding the east wind, the back is flying in the sunset.

Hide it in the clouds, and raise the wine and the bell. Raise the wine double bell and sigh the life of the shore peak.

Picking mulberries and lotus ponds

Wen Tianya is a tired guest.

Blowing the fragrant cheeks, envying the west wind, bitter east wind, hesitating on the edge of the pool.

Bingxin is lonely and like jade, and asks who is the same?There are also people with the same!The three of them are incorruptible and red.

Face the sea and look for the light with your black eyes. Founded on November 16, 2015, the Poetry Club takes "speaking for grassroots poets" as its mission and promoting the "spirit of poetry" as its purpose, that is, the pursuit of truth, goodness and beauty of poetry, the artistic innovation of poetry, the spiritual pleasure of poetry, and the revelation of poetry to living life.

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