"Seven Absolute Low Pit Waterfall Songs".
Wen Ronin. The huge waves of the galaxy break through the sky, and the thunderbolts shake the valley.
The smoke and clouds cover the sun and the moon, and the heavy mist locks the fairy mountain.
"Surfing the Sand. Low Pit Waterfall
Wen Ronin. Waterfalls splash into the sky, valleys are noisy, and heavy mist fills the mountains.
The fairy cave is hidden behind the curtain, and the mystery is boundless.
The cliff is surrounded by light smoke, the plank road is crooked, and the abyss at the bottom of the vast valley is boundless.
I love to walk on the drifting clouds, and the water laughs and people laugh.
"Remembering the King and Sun Shuo, the Wind Blows the Window Cold One Night".
Text: Wild grass. The wind blew the windows cold overnight, and the shadows of the high-rise buildings in the cold dreams were gone.
Acacia ink on paper. Guest clothes list, who will look at the withering of the rouge flowers?
"Like a Dream Makes the Cold Fragrance Steal on a Rainy Night".
Text: Wild grass. The cold incense of the rainy night is stolen. Don't be quiet.
Don't listen to the sound of the hole flute, whimpering like autumn rain.
Detention Travel. Detention Travel. How did he promise to return to the sun.
"Winter Dawn".
Wen Chunqiu. The morning frost is like snow, and the Ling Liao is as bright as a pear.
Yinchuan is far away from the mountains during the day, and the birds are awake in the sound of folding willows.
"Gift to Friends Home".
Wen Chunqiu. The cold sky is frozen and cloudy, and the vast mountains and wild snow are one after another.
The high-rise building is sad and plays the reed flute, and the plum blossoms accompany the envoy all the way.
"A Cut of Plum Winter Expression".
Wen Dongcheng. The flat water and the slanting sun dye the blue river. The west wind is getting stronger, and the reeds are blooming.
There are several new branches in the corner of the plum wall, the proud bones are in the wind, and the jade is fragrant.
I remembered a few lines of tears from the past. Put the wine stove in front of the vicissitudes of time.
Deeper people lean on the railing of the building, the vast field is long, and the cold moon is cold.
"Winter Plum".
Text: Li Yinbing.
The frost forest jade tree cage light yarn, the fog and clouds open and the sunset.
Mo Dao Fanghua winter is over, and a few flowers bloom on the edge of the fence.
"Chilling Moan".
Text: Li Yinbing.
A winter event and a cold, snow and frost invade all grass residues.
The yellow flowers in the courtyard are old, and the plum blossoms in front of the court are watched by a few people.
"Time".
Text: Zhang Jianping.
A year of swaying and louder, I don't feel the spring and summer rain.
Autumn and winter, spotted sideburns, poems, books, wine and tears.
"Seven Absolute Two Poems of Happy Events in the Neighborhood".
Wen Jiangbo (Sichuan).
1) Begonia flowers on the side of the green silk well, sunset yarn by the green sleeve bridge.
Outside the moon in the Xiangyun Pavilion on the other side, lingering close to the few neighbors.
2) In those years, ** was not boasted, and the twenty-four were full of blessings.
The world road is full of affection, and now it is drunk and holds the bridge flower.
"Seven Uniques in the Hometown".
Wen Jiangbo (Sichuan).
The water reflects the high-rise buildings and green willows, and the clouds return to their hometowns.
The sparse flowers are quiet in the new wind and moon, and the dew is wet and the geese fly in the slanted column.
"Seven Absolute Shore Grass".
Wen Jiangbo (Sichuan).
The shore grass is red and scorching, and I will go to the fairy land tonight.
Sister Congyue's face is melancholy, and the quiet dew is pure and the heart is watery.
"Seven Absolute Columns".
Wen Jiangbo (Sichuan).
The grass road flies to the north river, and the east wind will return to the sun.
Fang Xin is fortunate to have the intention of relying on the railing, and the drizzle contains a small window with a smoke hood.
"Seven Laws of a Luxury Villa Group".
Wen Jiangbo (Sichuan).
The emperor is arrogant and writes the question, and the sky is half obsessed.
High friends are still in love with the flowers, and wild guests are rare to meet the cry of water birds.
Under the moon, the flying fairy is ashamed to shine on the bones, and the weaver girl by the bridge wants to peep at the umbilicus.
You don't need to be old when you travel all over the world, and you don't need to marry a chicken in vain.
"Poppy Crossing the Qiongzhou Strait by Ferry".
Wen Tianya is a tired guest.
The wind is like an arrow and the tide is like a horse, who wants to fight for the world?
The clothes hunt and hunt the water is vast, and the end of the road and the boat is southern Xinjiang.
Gentle and good at understanding the tears of heroes, traveling thousands of miles day and twilight.
Fallen leaves and flowers are flying all over the world, laughing and saying that where the man is not at home.
"Poppy Winter Moon".
Wen Tianya is a tired guest.
A few grains of sparse stars fall in the forest, and sleep with me in the pavilion.
The grass and trees around me hate the cold weather, and I saw that the branches and leaves were yellow.
Now that the sick wine is lonely, how can the past be found.
Chushan Qiongshui is ten thousand sands, and Modao bauhinia is a plum blossom.
"Poppy Autumn Rain".
Wen Tianya is a tired guest.
The eaves dripping rain and the curtains were bitter, and they were closed overnight.
Sleepless is not for playing bananas, but the loneliness of the hometown is difficult to dissipate.
Lovesickness is sick and no one asks, and the wine is boring.
When the flowers fall and want to return, but the drizzle rises in the autumn pool.
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.