Ten original seven-character poems: the stream at the edge of the village, the tree by the housePigs in the yard chicken and duck pens
Yuandong
The stream at the edge of the village, the trees by the house, the chicken and duck in the courtyard, and the pigs in the pen.
The spring breeze blows the flowers and branches, and the bees collect honey and butterflies to dance.
Shen Shui has been farewell for thirteen years, and his temples were white in the mirror yesterday.
After a long time, he was not believed by the Iraqi people, and he occasionally dared to climb the lookout when he was drunk.
There are heavens and people outside the sky, and the world is infinite.
The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and how many heroes dare not ask.
Xing brought fine wine to the floor, and watched the boat on the Lotus Lake.
When the spring breeze enters the arms, when the window is opened, this scene is not inferior to Suzhou.
There is not much time to go to today, and the burrow is lonely and drunk.
Although the sunset is so pitiful and short, the year teaches the green silk to change the white head.
The autumn wind breaks the branches and farewells, and the westward journey of thousands of miles should be wasted.
Tell me to remember the book of the wild goose, I don't know when to sit again?
I am already afraid of Chinese New Year's Eve, and this night has passed a year old.
Year after year, year after year, until the loess is buried on the western slope.
When the flowers fall, people return, and the sound of the piano is full of resentment.
Year after year, why agree on a hundred flowers?
Yesterday the hyacinth will fly snow, and today the duck cries to tell the cold.
The roller blinds like to see a window flower, and the wax moon is still a small year.
The joy and sorrow in the sound of changing lamps are mixed with sorrows, and there is less freedom in gathering and dispersing.
Today's people sit in Luoyang Spring, and the Ming Dynasty travels in Handan Autumn.
2024.02.03 Morning work
(Author's signature: Shangde is a neighbor of Ruolanxiang, and Mingshan will choose friends for a long time.) Life is free and you must have both sides, and you can do a winery in one package. Senior practicing lawyer, loyal to the law, defender of private rights. I love poetry, poetry is free and easy, and the words are comfortable. Indifferent to fame and fortune, no desire for wealth and nobility, fishing in the Yangtze River, shrimp fishing in the Yellow River, and wine in the wild house. ）
About author:Senior lawyer, poet and lyricist
About author:Senior lawyer, poet and lyricist