Didi Kim Ju
Wen Tianya is a tired guest.
In this life, I am mostly tired, and after Chongyang, I am gradually haggard. The heart is difficult to share is the smoked wind, and the love frost and the moon are like water.
Tourists do not throw sorrow and joy tears, red dust scene, very tasteless. You must know that the flower language goes down to the east fence and gets drunk with Mr.
Didijin Big Bird flew overhead
Wen Tianya is a tired guest.
Thousands of miles of people have no companion, stretching to the evening and wings. The strange mountains and rivers are looking for bosom friends, and the green is calling.
Rain and wind blow into Xi, high cold, do not marvel. It will also be vast as a clear groan, and drive the white clouds to see from afar.
Didi Gold Seaside
Wen Tianya is a tired guest.
The waves of the sea are with the sky, and the spring returns and the sails are sent. Spend your mind on the south of the Yangtze River and read the fireworks and rain.
In the vernacular, it is difficult to weigh and painful. The distant mountains rise and the twilight clouds rise, and the sunset is like a dream.
Didijin Siyuan
Wen Tianya is a tired guest.
The sunset is speechless, the mountains are lonely, the love is home, and there is little news. The stream wind flows through the grass and bends over, laughing at the rocky moss.
Flowers and sleeping birds are still independent, the stars are sparse, and the white clouds are elegant. I want to pour my thoughts into the pot, and the moonlight is like drops.
Didi Gold Equinox
Wen Tianya is a tired guest.
It's hard to keep the spring if you want to keep it, and when you're bored, ask the parrot. Where to live with in the spring, I am afraid that the new dream will be wrong.
Spend in the rain on the road, after the deep love, always review. Hate him for flowing eastward, and the evening breeze is twilight.
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.