The DPRK and the Central Committee of the People's Republic of China
Wen Tianya is a tired guest.
The west clouds cross the sea and the wind blows, who sings all over the river. When the moon is full, the stars are thin, and the branches are empty after the flowering period.
The green shirt does not change, the poetry is especially there, and the smile is to see who is male. Drunk with colorful dream butterflies, wake up and listen to intermittent autumn insects.
Chaozhongcuo by the window
Wen Tianya is a tired guest.
The bamboo curtain is high and the window is opened, and the sun is broken. The trees are shivering, and the birds are hurrying by the clouds.
A word book, half a cup of tea, and a small negative streamer. With my loneliness at the end of the world, the enemy is arrogant in the twilight.
Visiting old friends
Wen Tianya is a tired guest.
People look at ducks and ducks watch people, obliquely reflecting the chaimen. The willow tree weeping branches like hands, and the lotus leaves are like skirts.
The fence path, the square pond round well, torture youth. There are even more fishermen laughing and killing, whether it can be a thousand bottles today.
The DPRK and the Central Committee have taken measures to explain themselves
Wen Tianya is a tired guest.
Tianyak is a heartbroken man, why bother to recognize his spring. When he woke up and opened the door to buy food, Shicheng invited the wine to the clouds.
Gossip hangs the ancients, the truth sings about things, and the rulers and ministers are in charge. Let's talk about the traces of the wind, and weigh a few traces of flow.
The DPRK and China have taken measures to encourage themselves
Wen Tianya is a tired guest.
Scholarly and drunk, a man with a green shirt. The white-eyed snake is mighty, and the frightened dog is delayed.
Three thousand weak water, take it with one scoop, and only ask willingly. Plant trees and flowers in the north, and visit friends in the south of the Yangtze River with poetry.
Spring fishing in the middle of the court
Wen Tianya is a tired guest.
The clear stream is shallow and leisurely, and the small crucian carp bites a new hook. It is the east wind that tests the warmth, why do you need a drizzle to collect.
The mountains are faint, the fragrance of flowers can be grasped, and the birds are difficult to steal. Pick up a piece happily, and return to him with a big white three floats.
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.