Morning glory
Wen Tianya is a tired guest.
Whoever shows off the violet skirt is more energetic when the wind passes. The flower monster poet has old eyes, and the magpie pity the weaver girl hurts her soul.
A wisp of heart incense, frost and temples, can also be regarded as a trace. Only the shepherd boy is fine, and his height is not in his youth.
Chaozhongcuo Yongqiang corner jasmine
Wen Tianya is a tired guest.
Quietly follow the corner of the wall Xie Chun's invitation, Linxia Qiong Yao. Colorless embarrassed snow, fragrant ashamed of red hearts.
Gao Zhi is at your disposal, and I am the one who lives in the snail, smiling and swaggering. Just with some wind power, wait for a good night.
Chao Chung Tso Lixia
Wen Tianya is a tired guest.
The spring breeze only blew last night, and tonight it was bitter. I am afraid of leaving poetic eyes, and it is difficult to show my eyebrows.
The sound of the tide is far away, the fragrance of flowers is too close, and the moon is heartwarming. It hurts my soft intestines a little, and I know who has three glasses of turbid wine.
Early Spring
Wen Tianya is a tired guest.
The red makeup is also desolate, and the cold clothes are thin. The sound of the guest country is ethereal, and the branches are foggy.
The plum blossoms are sleepy, the snowflakes become water, and the catkins are fragrant. Only the silkworm cocoon is thick, who knows that the lotus root is long.
Towards spring flowers
Wen Tianya is a tired guest.
The pavilion holds the snow and guards the lonely window, and the passing water does not leave a fragrance. The moon is lonely and the green mountains are faint, and the sky is cold and the water is desolate.
Camellia **, peach blossoms have not woken up, and spring should be dressed. A bright yellow hairpin, lightly handed to the girl.
Chao Zhongcuo Lichun is grateful
Wen Tianya is a tired guest.
Spring comes with willows and willows, and the green smile is light. The waves are free and easy, and the sea is slanted calmly.
The blue waves are moving, and the green smoke and birds are gone, which can comfort the heartThe word goose is drawn out of thin air, and the wine glass is lifted again.
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.