"August 18th Qianjiang Tide".
Wen Chunqiu. The Qianjiang thunder shook in August, and the tide was angry and the snow waves were high.
If you want to sweep away thousands of troops, the tide has already wet your robe.
"Seven Uniques: Hometown Soul Butterfly Dream".
Wen Ronin. The jade mirror of the West Mountain shines on the chai door, and the butterfly dreams of the sparse shadow and the horizontal window.
The wanderer chanted in front of the lamp, and raised a glass to invite the moon to comfort the soul of the hometown.
"Golden Wind Rice".
Wen Chunqiu. It should be pitiful and fragrant with grass and flowers, and has late rice yellow in the field.
The four fields are still extremely hopeful, and the light smoke bridge trees are like my hometown.
"Painting Hall Spring and Autumn Gala".
Wen Dongcheng. Venus is dotted with new branches. The blue sky and the wind send idle clouds.
Chrysanthemum hedge outside the mellow. Twilight in the blink of an eye.
Smoke rooftops, slanting sunset mountain villages.
When to hear the old song. The moon accompanies the stars.
"Partridge Days".
Text: Chen Zhengliang.
I don't have to worry about the breeze, and I am free to swim in the dust.
Spring comes to laugh and play with the group, and autumn twilight leaves the maple leaves.
Plum tree, moon thousand hills. Heroes have nowhere to find a boat.
Strive to return to the future, and lean on the wine fence for the evening.
"Partridge Days".
Text: Chen Zhengliang.
It's all to blame for being a young man at the beginning, and he didn't know pity when he watched the flowers.
The spring breeze grows old and the west wind rises, and the bright moon disappears with the years.
Frost sideburns dye, old people sigh. When will the end of the world be lonely?
The red dust is broken in a dream, and the bamboo shadow is loose to the pillow.
"Partridge Days".
Text: Chen Zhengliang.
But it is affectionate and does not hesitate to pity, and the flowers in the spring are decayed.
If the moon is bright today, it will shine to the end of the world for a few sighs.
Autumn is twilight, and dreams are hard to return. The cold lamp is shadowed and listens to the wind strings.
At that time, all kinds of tears were still in tears, and Mo Xiangzun said to the young man.
"Picking Mulberries. Cold Night Worries
Wen Ronin. The cold star ice mirror is tight, and the lonely shadow is left.
The leaves are chaotic and slanted, and it is even more sad to fall into a dream.
The hook curtain is not rolled and flutters, and the aftertaste lingers.
The flute is sorrowful and asks the moon strings.
"Partridge Days".
Text: Chen Zhengliang.
In the past, the spring breeze accompanied the youth, and now the bright moon shines sleeplessly.
The lonely lamp is more and more in the room, and I am melancholy a few times between the frost sideburns.
I was heartbroken, and my dreams were still deleted. The west wind is not all about it.
The reeds and snow on the Xunyang River, don't ask the end of the world to go and return.
"Partridge Days".
Text: Chen Zhengliang.
A smile and a cheek are moving, and the city and the country are the most ecstatic.
Spring flowers are ashamed to compete with the same beauty, why not be a neighbor for a plain girl.
Autumn water eyes, jade body. Ling Bo does not produce dust.
Hengtang waved his clothes several times, and the misty river sky was thousands of miles away.
"Seven Absolute Untitled".
Wen Dongyu. Last night it rained heavily, and the wind blew on the windowsill.
In the early morning, Mi's eyes were hazy, and it was suspected that the winter snow had melted.
"Partridge Days".
Text: Chen Zhengliang.
I didn't see you a few times, and the autumn wind rose again.
The passing years are like water and green silk, and the past is new with the wind and the moon.
Thinking of drinking, drunk with the dust. From now on, I will be allowed to frown.
Xiaoxiang bamboo tears are eternal, and there are old people in the fishing boat at night.
"Partridge Days".
Text: Chen Zhengliang.
The green mountains and green waters here are surrounded by green mountains and green waters, and the spring breeze does not want to return in all seasons.
There is a place for flowers to bloom in a year, and there is no sorrow for thousands of miles.
The secluded path is handed, and the white clouds fly. Suddenly, the thatched hut plum peach door.
The master invited me to drink and gossip about the grass by the stream.
"Autumn Equinox Feelings".
Text: Li Yinbing.
The leaves are half yellow at the beginning of the cold dew, and the wind urges the chrysanthemum to bloom and the valley is fragrant.
The autumn equinox is the busy farming season, but the sound of the machine has not been seen.
"Wing Autumn".
Text: Li Yinbing.
The smoke of the sunset cooks around the small building, and the chrysanthemums on the edge of the steps are shy.
The maple red weaving color adds color, and the autumn rhyme is like poetry and intoxicating eyes.
"Seven Absolute Summer Rhymes".
A little sunshine.
A lake with clear water reflects the blue sky, and there are thousands of green mountains on all sides.
Blowing through the breeze and red flowers, the light song and dance competition are like immortals.
"Eyes are charming, Chongyang is near".
Text: Li Jiarong.
I know that the orange grapefruit is fragrant, and the festival is close to Chongyang.
Take advantage of the leisure to make an appointment, no need to ask me, what is the matter.
The night is not leaning on the carved railing, and the autumn color is old and weeping poplar.
Recently, I have a lot of feelings, good winds and good months, and they are all injuries.
"Partridge Heaven's Feelings".
Text: Li Jiarong.
The wandering red dust years are long, and the situation is full of wind and rain.
I want to pity the moonlight and empty hugs, and I rely on the autumn wind in vain.
Worry about work, sigh at the end of the road; At this time, looking back is still embarrassing.
I don't know when I will return to the three paths, and I am drunk with Huang Gong's old wine.
"Duanyang Ancient Meaning".
Text: Li Jiarong.
Why wake up when you are drunk, you can't talk about it.
Who is the only one who is sad.
The Xiangjiang River is cold every night, and the Han River is spring every year.
After a pitiful eternal, I still remember Chu Lingjun.
"Dongting Lake Long Sentence".
Text: Li Jiarong.
The years are old and jade, and the willow color of Dongting is also ruined.
Climb the building Fan Lao knows the sorrow and happiness, and the mud wine poetry fairy dreams of the dawn river.
Thousands of miles of sand gulls make autumn colors, and the lake is full of cold air and fishing.
Stunned to chant Xiangjun's pen, who is singing fishing songs in the deep smoke.
"Late Autumn Feelings".
Text: Li Jiarong.
Plugging in the world is full of things, knocking bamboo trees and breaking them.
The lake is full of bright moon and cold smoke, and the autumn wind is cold at night.
After a long time, sometimes nostalgic, where to look at Chang'an.
At that time, Song Yu was sad, and the nine arguments were missing.
"Seven Absolute Countrywomen".
Wen Jiangbo (Sichuan).
The village girl mirrors the beauty, and fantasizes about stealing into the wonderful forest.
* He Zeng Jinwu pet, green mountains and clear water to see the original intention.
"Seven Absolute Shu Dao Poems II".
Wen Jiangbo (Sichuan).
1) Shu Dao Lao Ge Kezi heart, remote Jianyue Mi Shengqin.
Pondering Mo asked the Tiangong crane, it was difficult to save a song where it fell.
2) Shu Dao love song guest heart, remote with the moon resurrection piano.
Don't listen to the Tiangong song?There is no such thing as a matchmaker.
"Seven Absolute Habits of Tranquility".
Wen Jiangbo (Sichuan).
The dew drops are not clear, and the bamboo leaves are fragrant and the moon is bright.
Xi Jing Mountain is deep and green, and the wind urges the phoenix birds not to be alarmed.
"Seven Uniques in Yuezhu".
Wen Jiangbo (Sichuan).
The evening light is smoky, and the seagulls are obsessed with the sound of the seagulls.
Entertain a person with the crane, like a jade leisure heart with the moon.
"Seven Uniques: The South Bank of the Yellow River".
Wen Jiangbo (Sichuan).
The clouds are obsessed with green trees, Yan Feiying, the left water sinks, and the right water is surging.
Ten miles of flowers are full of fragrance, how to come to the grass and the posture is bright.
"Tang Duoling's Old Wife's Birthday is in Spring".
Wen Tianya is a tired guest.
The wind is fine and the sky is cold, and the clouds are high and the swallows are also.
At the beginning of spring, the rivers are moved.
Wake up the dream of the peach blossom before the year, the birthday is coming, and the family is happy.
In the blink of an eye, six or three years, I turned back to Wanren Mountain.
The most unforgettable, Jianghan homeland.
Today's lockdown of the city to eradicate the virus, but I wish you a safe hometown!
"Tang Duo Ling Xingyi has a gift on his first birthday".
Wen Tianya is a tired guest.
Spring hands to plant flowers, plant flowers for you.
It's the country、Make arrangements。
No amount of hard work is worth it, as soon as Yi arrives, the dark clouds open.
Happiness warms the heart, and tears can't bear to rub.
Hope for Jiaojiao, better than eloquence.
Walk thousands of miles in China, at the star steps, stand on a high platform!
"Tang Duoling Old Horse".
Wen Tianya is a tired guest.
Smell the spirit of encouragement, and chant poetry to report friends.
Looking at the mountains and rivers, Lao Ji Sien.
After enjoying the wind and rain, get up again and step on the red dust.
The flowers are so colorful, and the love is deep every cast.
When the moon is full, love is full.
People are not old at the end of the world, and they will reach the gate of heaven.
"Tang Duoling Sanya Bay Overlook".
Wen Tianya is a tired guest.
The door is half a bay boat, and the window contains a ridge autumn.
There is a fresh breeze that sweeps over the south building.
Looking at Chutian for thousands of miles, the mountains are stacked on top of each other, and the water is long.
The years are thick, and the lovesickness is drunk.
Borrow the waves to wash away your sorrows.
Pointing to the number of geese in the blue sky, laughing and lonely, and writing about romance.
"Tang Duoling, Sixty Narratives".
Wen Tianya is a tired guest.
The sixtieth is sung merry, and the frost silk is woven all over the head.
When it's sunny, re-climb the tall building.
Looking at the rivers and mountains to cultivate righteousness, eternal things, guests to receive.
Sing the wine to the golden autumn, and travel far away.
At the end of the world, a lonely boat.
If you ask who is dreaming, you can't say enough, it's homesickness.
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.