Shui Zhimei, female, Nanyang City, Henan. Graduated from Kaifeng University in Henan Province and worked in the financial unit of Nanyang City. Founder of the Qianmo Poetry Society and president of the Qianmo Poetry Society.
Qing Pingle · Sit in the evening cloud window
The night is as cool as water. Sit inside the evening cloud window. A tree heart flower fights and falls. Who understands the taste.
The oblique wind blows the moon faintly. Tell the bottom of the matter. When will we get together again, the plum side will enjoy the snow.
Qing Pingle · Fireworks in the world
Accustomed to fame and fortune. But a few flashy. It's like a cloud and smoke. Lazy but competing for the second.
Lean on the fireworks in the world. Oil, salt, firewood and rice are often pulled. I took a trip from Hongchen, and my heart was light and relaxed.
Bodhisattva · Holly
The world does not envy the enchanting color, and it has always been green and fresh. Listen to the sound of the water, and gaze at the cool moon.
It has nothing to do with cold and warmth, it is still accompanied by red dust. The painting corner is not sad, very poetic.
Heartfelt Sentiment · A different mood
Looking at the clouds from afar. Lin Que made two or three sounds. Dong Huaxiu to the bottom of the eyebrows, the east embankment of the city.
People are quiet and far away, and things are clear. Fragrance condensation. The bamboo wind blows the flute, the small song is quiet, and it is in a different mood.
Hui Hui · May
Ning She is rouge, and Ling Han is oblique. The branches are thinned across the shallow water, and the fragrance enters the window screen.
Wait for the east wind day, and the soul will disappear from the spring crescent. Indulge in tears, not with the pear blossom.
Retrospective · Walk
Mo on the needle pine green, the wind winds the path deep. The heart is idle and happy, and the people are quiet and sunny.
Outside the clouds, the cold breathes, and the stream by the forest groans. What is the red dust to chase, it is not as good as this.
Mulberry picking · Cold spring weather.
There are no spring buds in front of the steps, and the wind is cold and the clouds are heavy. The sun is hidden and the cold invades. But the spring came in vain.
Before the joy of looking at each other, the sky is negative. Negative words. The most amorous is nowhere to be found.
Mulberry picking · Rainy season
Xuantian urgently changed the spring light, and the drums were beaten. The clouds cleared. Desire to be raining thousands of miles away.
Diligently distribute the wind to spread the letter, and the green seedlings on Longshang. Branches along the embankment. Since then, the competition will be green.
Mulberry · East wind.
will go to the red dust and disappear without a trace. Go. The depiction of the forest reflects the blue sky.
Light crane feathers outside the clouds, urging blooming red. With the call of shallots. Occupy the first merit of breaking spring.
Lotus Leaf Cup · Mochizuki
Draw a silver moon in the corner, clear. It is still the same as the old pavilion. In spring, the river is like a zither. The poetry is clear.
The heart is also accustomed to following some traces, searching, knowing things and eyebrows. Looking at the clouds in the mid-spring breeze. When will it be before the bottle again?
Echo · Reading
The moonrise is quiet in the world, and it is quiet and quiet. Leisure in the Zhu Pavilion, in the ancient poems of the Qing Dynasty.
The dust on the heart rests, and the words between the eyebrows are thick. The horror is still unaware, and the dawn has already opened the window.
Huanxi Sand · Go to the White River on weekends and Sundays, and remember the beautiful scenery.
The winding path is quiet and springy. Smoke embankment flowers and trees in the water sky. Penglai is not envious of the world.
The folded horn suddenly heard the flute, and the branch woke the thrush to sleep. Piercing the branches flew to the edge of the white clouds.
Raw Chazi · Paulownia
When the leaves are not born, the branches are fragrant. It is difficult to reduce the old feelings, and take advantage of the new sunshine.
Mo Dao's trip, the crown occupies the city? It's just to increase spring and be an ordinary guest.
Raw Chazi · Essay
Accustomed to looking at a red dust, it is really like water. Good knowledge has no end, and it is right to worry about it later.
Often with very affectionate, writing three points drunk. What's left, but it's just an aftertaste.
Hui Song · Lixia
Ten miles of brocade clouds, rivers and sparkling water. The neem wind welcomes the festival order, and the sun and moon have been updated.
The blue musk deer sells clothes, and the green pothos is clean and purple. Wuhua knows the wonderful meaning, and strives to be neighbors with Haotian.
Huanxi Sand · Fly cool water and clear breeze
The spring falls and the green rock sounds like a kite. Fly cool, water and clear breeze. Come and sit in the bamboo pavilion in the evening.
Quietly poetry eyebrows, get a clean painting. Leisurely is like a deep place.
Qingpingle · The wind blows the green pool
The wind blows Lupu. The old years used to be a place to visit. See also the bluestone road at that time. A little bit of the old thing.
The bridge is still flowing eastward. The world is full of spring and autumn. Can you carry a little worry, no need to smoke the clouds.
Qingpingle · Dragon Boat Festival
Talent Xuante. Wenqu Psalms. I can't bear the Qin army to break through the country. Bouldering throws into the river dust.
Advocate the right path of Anbang. The high wind is bright and generous. The most is the feeling of wisdom, which can win glory with the sun and the moon.
Qing Pingle · Green rises and clears
The wind blows the small courtyard. Smell fragrant floating surface. Roll up the curtain and gaze into the distance. Anyone can see what is going on.
The painting hall is full of spring. A green rise. I don't know where the old clouds are, and I don't wear branches with the toad moon.
Shengchazi · Cool wind blowing
The jade missed the third watch, and the bamboo shadow window was in front of it. The plum word falls on the cloud note, and the blue sentence gives birth to a clear dream.
The bottom matter is clear, and the understanding is sent by the wind. How many old times know, never worry about planting.
Huanxi Sha · Listen to the autumn shake a few times
The eyebrows and the moon are quiet and the night is clear. Listen to the sound of grass. The lotus pond is scattered and the lotus flowers are light.
The wind blows cool thousands of trees, and the small pond moves two or three stars. Knowing that the autumn leaves sang once.
Huanxi Sha · Essay
It is difficult to recognize the heart when it comes to faces. How many people are like gold? Qinglan turned into a yin in an instant.
Seeing the truth and falsehood in the world, Zen is quiet and deep. Turn around and go away, but you can't find each other.
Raw Chazi · Eyes full of reed snow
The grass and trees are dyed yellowish, and the original is red. The feeling is heavy during the day, and I know that it is a deep autumn.
With the broken jade railing, listen to the sound of the swallow. I was surprised to find that the water was cool and the eyes were full of reeds and snow.
Qing Pingle · Small print arrangement
The evening breeze blows. Night air and indulgence. Who is with the ghost, and the small poem is planted.
The heart flower blows off the desk. The screen window with the moon is slightly open. Fight for half a piece of paper, and let me arrange it with a smile.
Partridge Day · Mid-Autumn Festival
Signed the Timing Letter in August. Arrange the solar terms and world ginseng. The smoke is as flat as water, and the fog is close to the three rivers.
People look forward to it, and they are happy. Wait for the twilight to enjoy the silver toad. Osmanthus fragrant people sit around, moon cakes, peanuts, tea and wine.
Treading the Moon · Pure heart
Sit in front of the pavilion. Several winds blew. It's cool in autumn, how many things are clear.
None of that. Fang Shangtuo. Who knows what I taste. People seem to know how to draw corners, ponds, and lotus flowers.
Echo · Frostfall
The autumn wind is cold, and he is looking for the fragrance of grass and wood. Look at the green mountains in the distance, and look at the persimmon forest in the near distance.
According to the mood of the scene, by the sunset. The frost descended today, and from now on, the things are blooming.
Tea Bottle · Early winter night.
The lights reflect the cold color of the street. It must be known that the shallow winter is the beginning of the rope. Streamer, who can strangle. If you are also a passerby, Zichen passers-by.
The clouds are silent. The heart is silent. The person is the same, and the general teacher is confused. There is no emotion on the side of the moth eyebrows. Try to ask how to get it.
Hui Hui · In October, the weather has been good lately.
Walking alone for two or three miles, I heard four or five sounds of the flute. The wind hyacinth spreads Yuwan, and the weather is warm and clear.
The clouds are still the same, and the dust is light. Looking at the world from afar, the mountains and rivers are more distinct.
Hui Song · 癸卯小雪
I heard the news yesterday, and now I will return to Xiaoxue. Tingyun Xuan Xuan is about to be, and the wind is thin and cold.
The bottom of the eyebrows is poetic, and the green paste is poured in front of the window. The heart of the word will be combined with wine, waiting for the dust to fly.
Qing Pingle · Towards the evening
The ice wheel is small. Also according to the grass in front of the court. Occupy the red and green of the face. How can emotions be good?
The Heavenly Sect is frosty and cold. How to come to the city at night. It's better to contemplate than in the window, and think about Qin Zheng leisurely.
Qing Pingle · Smoke and cold forests
Wancheng twilight. Smoke and cold forest outline. The sky and mountains are hidden. Only the evening breeze blows.
My family lives in the west of the bridge. I often come to enjoy the winter posture. Even if it is a fog cage of the Heavenly Sect, it has never returned to become a mystery.
Qing Pingle · Looking back on life
It's winter. The moon and clouds are thin. Two cups of tea and light wine. Qu Mo looked back on his life.
Lost in front of the window. Overlapping and overlapping. The pieces moved with the rhythm of the wind, and the sound flew over the long pavilion.
Huanxi Sha · Qingfen
The wind rises and the cold smoke sends the twilight clouds. A sound of Lin Que purple dust fainted. Jin Wuxi fell into the dust.
does not sigh to the world, and the wheel is stopped by Xiyue. Playing the piano is 12 meanings.
Huanxi Sha · Winter Solstice.
The cycle of years is yang. Exquisite snow and purple dust. Shu Rui Xiangyun passed the long pavilion.
The night is short and the day is long, and the autumn is away from the winter solstice. A stream of plum shadows gradually condensed.
Huanxi Sha · Reading last night.
Last night, I interviewed Gu Xian in the book. A few lines of proverbs are comforting and generous. The dust is faint and looks less fry.
A piece of plum heart is dry and snowy, and several things have washed the year. From now on, it has nothing to do with me.
Huanxi Sha · A self-conscious light and vulgar nothing
A self-conscious and vulgar thing. Idle and quiet. Lean against the window and peruse the ancient sages.
In the sentence, the pine yin flies the white crane, and the jade case in the word is seen in the golden sword. The embankment of the pond is full of calamus.
Edit: Mizu-no-Mae.
*: Water Mae