The DPRK and the Central Committee have a sense of autumn
Wen Tianya is a tired guest.
Sleepless tossing and turning, the autumn cool, showers knock on the window. Biansai is old, and the balcony swallow returns to his hometown.
The green shirt has not changed, the madness is still there, and I am drunk to help the injured. Under the words, the eyes are eye-catching, and the flowers in the garden are bright.
Chaozhongcuo climbed the nameless mountain
Wen Tianya is a tired guest.
The green mountains and green fields of partridges are heard, and no tourists are seen. The fragrant osmanthus is shy, and Huang Yu Xiaoju is spiritual.
The beginning of winter is critical, light smoke weaves grass, and shallow water supports the village. It is difficult to send eyes to the eyes, and it is just dusk when watching.
Chaozhong measures Yong fog chrysanthemum
Wen Tianya is a tired guest.
It seems that the smoke is not rain, and the white dew is shining pearlescently. But seeing the shades of red and yellow, who knows that it will be cold in the morning and evening.
Perched on the head high, pinched the hairpin coiled hair, and the jade fingers condensed incense. The smile is open and hidden, and the fragrance is hidden.
Crabs
Wen Tianya is a tired guest.
Rampant and domineering are unscrupulous, and they are rampant. How to look at the poor face, it turns out that there is a lack of skin.
The cage changes color, the front of the cup is cool, and the onion and garlic add fragrance. Mo Dao's majesty has passed, and he has lost all his luck.
Chaozhongcuo West Lake
Wen Tianya is a tired guest.
Suddenly the clouds open and shine on Hengtang, and Xizi is good at dressing. Who untie the silk rope in painting, the red-clothed jade hand boat lady.
In early spring and February, the swallow returns to the curtain, and the warbler marries the lake. The bridge is indistinguishable, and the embankment chief does not forget Su Yang.
The DPRK and China have taken measures to know the youth
Wen Tianya is a tired guest.
The memories of the young people are especially true, and the minds are deeply scarved. In the middle of the night, the song will be drunk, and the morning will welcome the spring with a smile.
Fighting grass in the field, wet feet by the pond, and fighting in the bowl. The situation is in distress, and the body and mind are attached.
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.