Jiangzhou Literature and Poetry Exhibition

Mondo Culture Updated on 2024-02-22

The ninth day of the first month

Desert smoke. The first day of work after the holidays is always absent-minded.

Say warm and kind words to each other for the New Year.

Communicate about the homely shortcomings of the streets and alleys.

The sigh caused by a car accident laments life.

Not quite sure that suicide by jumping off a building boils down to depression.

Then, some people went to the funeral home to attend the condolences of the co-worker's mother.

My cousin's son got married in a restaurant.

Relatives who haven't seen each other for a long time warmly hold hands and greet each other.

Each smiling face that is not young inherits the story of the family.

Street vehicles are restricted to Yangge Society, and the New Year is in full swing.

The gongs and drums are noisy and the festival is hot and hot.

The aging town is beginning to bloom with youthful smiling faces.

Winter nights

Li Qinghe. It was late at night, and I was locked in my room by the light.

The fire was not extinguished.

I was still me a few minutes ago.

Now, I'm a raging fire.

I get inspiration to fly in ascent.

There was a sound of collapse in the hearth.

I'm falling. With the residual warmth of the ashes.

Where I disappeared, there was silence.

Jialing River at dusk Photography Yubei Axiu

Hurried through the light

Yubei Axiu. When the rays of the setting sun hurried by.

A few anglers busy by the river.

From time to time, he pulled up the fishing rod to take a look, and then threw it into the river.

Lure, **fish.

That person ** Yu'er for many years.

A river, a small town, a street called Banbian Street.

There is no one on the list.

Their figures and names may have the heart of grass and trees.

The Danxia stone reveals the Dan heart, perhaps iron blood.

The good times are all empty.

The empty mountain of Erdongyan is even emptier.

Its air, in aerodynamics, is constantly shaking.

The road is bright and dark.

She woke up to her sixth sense.

One step at a time.

Greet the cool breeze on the Shuangbei Bridge.

Clouds sink into the shot.

I will be dusk in the dusk colors.

Make three allegorical ......

Walk through the desert together

Blue Nights. A grassland adorned with flowers.

Walk with you.

The river departed jealously.

Turning back by chance. Behind him was a desert.

I look at you lovingly.

Now. Gradually become one - barren coriander.

Ramadan puja

Donny Ram. Sanskrit sounds.

From the firmament to the body.

Arrive at the place of silence.

Sprout with joy. Two lines of tears.

Twinkling starlight.

Even if the heart is like a dream.

Only the Buddha is in the heart.

Neither extinguished. Red Rain Building

Yao Shiying. Ten miles of peach blossom rain in the spring breeze.

With the dissipation of the fragrance of books and ink and the elegant gathering of literati.

Become a timeless classic.

One second unbounded" Red Rain Building.

Tea is the medium, and elegance is the taste.

Continuation of the flower rain. Add Buddhist and fashion elements.

"Bamboo Nest", "Guixuan", "Lixuan".

It doesn't matter where you're sitting.

It's all a poetic look back.

A conversation between prosperity and tranquility.

Facing the vertical screen of "Heart Cultivation Futian".

A dream field whirlwind.

Let's have a rain of law and wash the lead.

Let the heart be calm and return to its own nature.

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