"Seven Laws Title: Autumn Heat in the Year of the Tiger".
Wen Jiangbo (Sichuan).
In autumn, there is no moon tide, and the red sun is scorching and the bottom of the well is burning.
Zeguo He withered who dreams of leaves, fish pond shallow solitary cat.
The sand gull stone cave peeps into the fishing boat, and the sweat horse rock spring makes a wine scoop.
The rain gusters are good today, and they are still shaking with frost from the wilderness.
"Seven Laws, Watching Crape Myrtle in Wine on a Boat on the Bund at Night".
Wen Jiangbo (Sichuan).
Ye Meixing is cold at midnight, and the wine can be put on the boat.
The breeze sees where the world flies, and Haoyue misses his hometown when he is born.
When you are old, you laugh at the affairs of the court, and you don't chase profit and fame among people.
There is no regret about getting drunk with three cups, and there is no high flower.
"Seven Laws Ren Yin Tiger (Year) Autumn Hot Miscellaneous Poems".
Wen Jiangbo (Sichuan).
The lush high pine stands on two slopes, and the desolate willows walk Chang'e.
There is less cool breeze from morning to night, and more from summer to autumn.
The butterfly plays with the floating jade liquor, and the warbler cries the lotus and wraps the fragrant Luo.
I am glad to see the well in Jinboyun, and the water is deep and happy.
"Seven Laws: Old Works of West Taihu Lake Bathing Feeling".
Wen Jiangbo (Sichuan).
1) Can eliminate the shore of the bend without camp, cardamom tips Du pastoral feelings.
Yunshui is pouring into the country when it is beautiful, and Danqing is a young man.
It's hard to say goodbye when you look back, and you smile and shake your heart too thin.
The embroidered curtain is still green, and the empty fragrance is compounded by hundreds of thousands of lines.
2) Can eliminate the shore of the bend of the camp, cardamom tips Du pastoral feelings.
Yunshui travels through the time of the girl, and Danqing crosses the young Ying.
Looking back at each other, a smile and shaking your heart are like life.
The embroidered curtain is still thin, and the empty fragrance continues for hundreds of thousands of lines.
Author:Jiang Bo, columnist of the Reading Sleep Poetry Society, Lu family in Ziyang City, Sichuan.
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.