Ten original seven-word poems The cold moon has no dark peaks, and the crows are crying at the beginning of the pillow
Yuandong
The cold moon has no dark peaks, and the crows are crying at the beginning.
Yuan knows that the yellow leaves of the autumn court are falling, why do you need a northwest wind overnight.
Talking to himself, the wall is empty, and the dim light is dim and the room is dim.
Life has always been lonely, and there is a separation and a reunion.
From time to time, there is sadness and sadness, and the autumn wind is sorrowful.
And Wen Laojiu is still drunk, and he has to carry passengers in a moment.
There is no cry in the lonely dawn and winter, and the seasonal birds are separated for more than three months.
I heard that Lone is the wind is strong, and he rubbed his teeth and spoke intermittently.
The sound of mole is intermittent and sad in the cold autumn, and the cold light of the residual candle shines on the thin.
The study of the ink book could not be completed, and the night was lonely and empty.
The magpie is happy in spring, and the butterflies and bees are busy with flowers.
Given poems to the Yi people, lovesickness should be known in my heart.
The sunset has not yet dispersed in the river, and the wind is not necessary for the broken waves.
In the twilight of several fishing villages, who are in the kitchen hall.
Sending poems is still not relieved, and filling in the words is still worried.
Before the melancholy autumn wind, after the infinitely lonely spring rain.
Ruiyun shines on the peak forever, and the sun is warm and thick for a long fishing day.
Whoever hears the flute and transmits nine songs, I am from the wine glass at the head of the boat.
At the beginning of spring, the clouds at the peak of the peak, the windows taste the warm breeze.
In the sound of flowers blooming in a few places, and in the laughter of the swings outside the wall.
2023.12.18 morning work
(Author's signature: Shangde is a neighbor of Ruolanxiang, and Mingshan will choose friends for a long time.) Life is free and you must have both sides, and you can do a winery in one package. Senior practicing lawyer, loyal to the law, defender of private rights. I love poetry, poetry is free and easy, and the words are comfortable. Indifferent to fame and fortune, no desire for wealth and nobility, fishing in the Yangtze River, shrimp fishing in the Yellow River, and wine in the wild house. ）
About author:Senior lawyer, poet and lyricist