"Seven Laws to Emeishan Alumni Association".
Wen Jiangbo (Sichuan).
In the Qing Dynasty, they gathered and scattered in the famous mountains, and a water deep and a leaf lotus.
The old wood returned to the east and the flowers were released, and Feihong crossed the rain in the north.
It can be light, and there is no limit to learning.
The world should know that today's memory, the spring breeze will reach the blue sky.
"Three Miscellaneous Poems of Seven Unique Poems".
Wen Jiangbo (Sichuan).
1) The beauty raises her eyebrows and stays upright, and the fragrant dust is like rain and dares to share worries.
Dan Xin is not willing to compete with others for profit, and he is willing to be famous and famous.
2) Empty smell of the wild fairy house in Shudi, scattered leaves and sparse branches and sunset.
Encounter the fragrant season, shrewd a dark hairpin flower.
3) Repeated dreams are flawless and famous, and Sven is lazy and idle.
**Ink is shocking, and the end of the cape is upstream.
"Seven Laws Jiangnan Cheongsam Beauty".
Wen Jiangbo (Sichuan).
The willow leaves are newly cut and danced in the sun, and the wind is homeopathic and the divine light.
The veins of Qiongzhi are frightened by the rain of flowers, and the jade belt flutters to attract the fragrance of dew.
refuses to lose his soul and force him to laugh, so he can think quietly.
I am glad to know the beauty in this state, and the rhyme is hidden.
"Seven Absolute Wang Garden Three Songs".
Wen Jiangbo (Sichuan).
1) A plum blossom tree is a year branch, and the snow and waves on the shore are late.
For the world is thick and cold, and the fragrance is uncertain when the rain comes.
2) Yuan Fei Ye Maogu insisted, only complaining about lingering when the moon was full.
With dew, why not fat powder, cold wind leads snow lock branches.
3) The garden grass is low at sunset, and the spring breeze is dark.
The stump snow pressed the flowers, and the quiet girl looked at the fairy birds and cried wildly.
"Seven Laws for the Beauty of the Little Pavilion".
Wen Jiangbo (Sichuan).
The bamboo path bends to embrace the fallen mustache, and the makeup combs the willow leaves in front of the pavilion.
Infatuated and beautiful girl, beautiful eyes and clear waves are always in the night.
Go to the dream vaguely because I am thin, and I will make a flower with the spring.
Fangxin is not mistaken by the wind and dust, and the fragrance is like a link all the way.
Author:Jiang Bo, columnist of the Reading Sleep Poetry Society, and the Lu family in Ziyang City, Sichuan.
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.