President of the official website review: Guo Shenhu.
In the snow at night. Wen Qingqi (from the mountain).
It's night. The wind blowing from the north was cold.
Still don't feel cold.
Snow falls. Keep going on and on.
The lights on both sides of the street were dim.
Shan Shan's dream. This is a pet of the six-petal flower.
The bloom of the plum blossoms.
It's Aoxue's calmness.
Glamorous and angry. Silvery light reflects each other.
Break the tranquility of this earthly world.
At this moment, the song "Walking in the Snow".
In a fairytale-like world.
Alone. Enjoy to the fullest.
This Qingning. It's very pleasant.
Nirvana. 
Today's winter solstice. Wen Qingqi (Shandong).
The winter solstice is coming. The northwest wind was blowing strongly.
The ice shook the sky and the earth.
Count the nine cold years.
The sun is quietly stretching the shadows.
Time is too short.
Too late to enjoy too much warmth.
Thick annual rings.
One step at a time, it is overwhelming.
Slowly depressed in depression.
Fortunately, there is always one in the heart.
A seed of hope.
Waiting for the warm sun to shine.
Looking forward to the coming spring.
The passion is endless.
A poem written to the poet Haizi.
Wen Qingqi (Shandong).
Trek into. The vastness of the universe.
Drifted. Billions of light-years.
Ran away with great difficulty.
Come to the world.
The power of the soul to gather.
Turning into a colorful sky.
The sunset of auspicious clouds flying over.
It's a blue sea.
Calling. The ebb and flow of the tide.
Ushered in thousands of mulberry fields.
At this moment, my heart is thinking.
How I want to be. A seed of hope.
Left behind. Blooming.
Spring is warm. The situation changes with your heart.
Wen Qingqi (Shandong).
The fog is thick and the clouds are overwhelming.
Snow falls with the wind.
Decorate the silver mountains and rivers.
The leaves are pale. Weeping willow thin branches.
The water cold boat travels slowly.
Next to the pavilion. Comment on Volunteer.
Jianghu dream. Who will guide the country.
A red heart is loved.
Passionate. The amount of all things is small, but small.
Eyes are bright. The wind is exhausted.
Today. The waves are alarming.
Ambition is the same. Mind.
Magnificent. A group of micro-poems.
2024 is freehand.
Wen Qingqi (Shandong).
New Year's Eve. Spotlight gazes at the clock seconds hand.
Wait for the moment of the sacred.
Don't look back and look to the future.
Next year. Winter is quietly gone.
Step closer to the beginning of spring.
A new day begins.
Memory. The years are still quiet.
The scenery is still beautiful.
Capture the time and appreciate.
Mentality. A year of honor and disgrace.
Blessings and misfortunes go hand in hand.
Fortunately, half of each year ushered in the new year.
New Year’s Day. Happy New Year.
The rooster can't stop singing.
Lead the song and dance to herald the dawn of spring.
Opportunity. Text: Li Zhipeng (Anhui).
Snowy nights are peaceful. The moon watched quietly.
My father couldn't sleep in the slush.
Memories are churning in the mind.
Old age covers the love of life.
Watch in the wheat field.
Look at the once sweaty farming.
Surrounded by a circle of elders.
Those kindnesses hang in silence.
Unspeakable sourness brewing.
Look up at the emptiness. The cold village crushes the dust of the past.
The sky flickered.
Lovingly gazing at the vicissitudes of half a lifetime.
Crystal clear. The night is not dark.
Journey to Qiongzhi Dream.
Pray for generations.
Silence and elegance. Those years of struggling to make ends meet.
Forget how strong you once were.
Persistent sweat is scattered in the sky.
Yingjing's confession renders the pure kingdom of heaven.
Wind. Whirl up and water the hope shuttle.
Confused scars cut spring, summer, autumn and winter.
Waiting for the return. Again and again, the front of the eyes is explored.
The whiteness of the night may be an opportunity.
Overcome**. 
Gansu ** worried.
Text: Li Zhipeng (Anhui).
Cold**.
Peel back the protection of winter.
Cracked land. Shake the dreams of life.
The chaotic heart involves the concern of the people of the whole country.
The night scars are miserable. Divestment of Anhe.
Upside down the quiet turmoil.
Scarred. The roaring military vehicles brought the party's consolation.
Enthusiastic soldiers fought to the rescue.
Deep in the earth. Fall under the wall.
in the cracks of the bricks.
Wield the tenderness of the iron-blooded military soul.
The marching stoves were steaming hot to ward off the cold.
Hungry souls are refreshed.
Cross medical treatment is all over the village to find.
The angel of love confesses silently.
One by one, stretchers rescued the injured in the night disaster.
Rescue at all levels has been implemented at all levels.
The care of the party and ** is meticulous.
People's livelihood is paramount. The party flag and the military flag have boundless love.
The figures are one by one.
Every action is a continuation of life.
The heart of concern ushered in the help of the people of the whole country.
On all roads rushed to the starry night.
Flying through the skies of the Motherland.
One enterprise and one group.
One by one, one by one.
We are working hard to help.
I believe that the enthusiasm full of anticipation will not be lost.
You can definitely defeat the ** damage.
The scars of the night will gradually be smoothed out.
Reconstruction will be carried out gradually.
Life will gradually return to normal.
Intercession. Text: Li Zhipeng (Anhui).
Ask the mountains and rivers to be far away.
Don't dream about it. Born to sink the loess.
A slap of life.
Who solves the wind and rain and how many things.
There are a lot of clouds.
The footprint of the south and the north is light.
Sigh chrysanthemums cover the sky.
Ask who is not lovesick.
Heaven and earth are separated. Murderous death.
A few roosters crow for men.
The Yellow River is no longer there.
The country is a short circle.
Half-mast poured out the Manchu era.
Who thinks far.
Wave the waves of the river.
Winter Night Roses. Text: Li Zhipeng (Anhui).
Wandering Night. It's dark in the wind.
A few wisps of cold. Mottled with vicissitudes.
Eaves ice. Flashing in the dusk.
The roses of the dream are silent.
Deep attachment. Embrace the cold of spring.
Ice sculptures. A touch of crimson comforts.
Coveted and hard to play. Sweet and clear light spreads all over the eyes.
Wind and smoke shake the first. A grain of red dust.
Human fate is rooted in commitment.
There's no need to attract bees and butterflies.
Ice idiots precipitate in the condensation.
Wind knife frost sword carving time rhythm.
Soil and water bearing. Out of nothing, dress up in a dream.
This is the night that travels.
Waiting for whom. Tomorrow the light comes.
Whom are you looking forward to? Black and white intertwined soul ferry.
Whose fate flows.
Far ahead. Perseverance in the dark night.
Where is the transfer.
The rooster sings hard.
The fiery red ignites the night.
The sun rises in the east.