The days are like new light, and there is hope and fun.
I don't feel that the year is coming, I don't feel that spring is coming, and I think about this life, I always cultivate it, realize it, and practice it to improve the meaning of life.
If you can stay in poetry, don't make yourself dirty. A good life has both the ability to have, and the calmness to let go, the love of fireworks, and the elegant life, upward, good, and dedicated.
The best decency for adults is to plant an acre of poetic pastoral in your heart.
There are tens of thousands of excellent works in this week's poetry couplet exchange group, and a few are selected as follows
A section of clouds in Wushan, poetry and calligraphy
Beautiful fault
He has been a lyricist for a long time, and he is a poet when he is a poet.
Cloudy and sunny with clouds. Morning and twilight.
Who knows the half-volume passing years? Take a portrait of your life.
The fireworks years are also like songs. How can I pay for it
Koshiyama chaotic lute
Wen Bili
Don't care about your youth, laugh at the wind and rain, and count the jackdaws. I carry the bright moon and the dark morning glow, my heart is like a mirror, and the shadow is vulgar and slanting.
In the end, the dream of the world, who has no cronies, a total of mulberry hemp. Tonight, the white dew is stained with flowers, how melancholy, and the pipa is messy.
Yugezi Jiang Xue
Text: Rainforest Search
The silver millet Tingzhou broke the heron and flew, and the cold embankment was fattened by willow snow.
The ice is knotted, there is no return, and the fire in the deep boudoir reflects the window.
The end of the year is nostalgic
Poetry, books, fishing
The nights are cold at the end of winter. Frost is full of Luxuan.
Time is in a trance. The wind and snow are sorrowful and squeezing the sideburns, and the twilight years are old.
Wait for the snow to flutter. Clears away worries.
Period Hongyan returned it. Thinking is more bitter, and tears are raining.
Red Jacket Flying Goose
The text comes with you yxs
I like to welcome the early spring, and I don't hate to say goodbye to autumn. This round trip streamer, the blue and red increase and decrease, the warm and cold replacement, still not wasted.
Ride the wind, the mountains are majestic, and the clouds and waves are tumbling. What about feather thinness? Thousands of miles, generous and long songs.
Seven absolutes. Wushan Dream
Wen Xiaohan
I dreamed of the softness of Wushan again, and combed my hair skillfully by the bank of Junxi.
Wake up in the bed full of clear moon, drunk and groaning.
Seven uniques, nine plum hunting
Wen played all over Changzhou
Last night, the west wind was cool, and the topaz in the small garden was newly dressed.
Who is drunk with nine flowers, and last year's dead wood is now fragrant.
Add the sound of willow branches and early snow
Text: Seeking rhyme
The west wind is lonely. Flowers wither. The cold clothes stared at the chaotic branches, and the waist was thin.
I can't bear the yellow cloud urging the jade tree, and I will stay in the king. Xue Niang drank and lowered her eyebrows, and her sleeves were curtain.
Qing Pingle ยท Remember that it was snowing the day before
Wen Butterfly Dance Drunk Sunset
Winter is cold. Yaoying arrived outside the window. Painting the horns of the plum fight. Let out the flowers and branches.
Leaning on the building, his eyes are drunk. The sky was cloudy. The most important thing is that Concubine Qiong keeps her promise and never bears the red dust.
The red window is full of hatred from the willow building
Text: Blue sky and blue sea
Willow Tower, flowers charming. The sunset is red, and the moon is gathered.
Spend half of your life in vain, and ask why is heaven right?
The dream is now again, sighing and ethereal, leaving regret.
My heart was shattered by the wine flag, and I shed many tears.
Appealing to the heart makes the conversation and laughter merry
Wen Fu chanted
Once ambitious to travel to the five lakes, with a dream home national reward. The iron rider hissed the clouds, talked and laughed.
In the world, a few spring and autumn. Swing the light boat, and the heart is facing the bright moon. To the south of the mountain, to the next level.
Remembering Qin'e, Dream Pen Flowers
Wen Wang Yiru
Mountain turquoise, refers to the sky to go up to 3,000 feet.
Three thousand feet, made by a few suspicious people, or not a miracle.
Throw yourself into the winning situation
Crazy desire to snatch the flower pen. Raw flower pen,
It's a pleasure to write, and it's overflowing.
Huaqing leads to winter sorrow
Text
The wine in the courtyard of the slanting sun is leisurely, and the jade tree is windy. The finches are crying happily on the branches, and the lovesickness is cold.
Sit and watch Beidou look forward to peace of mind, and the twilight swaying the sky. Self-pity people are depressed, and sorrow is always lingering.
Seven absolutes. May
Text: Hu Runmin's original poems
Who can compare with the proud ice posture, and Ling Shuang Douxue is even more outstanding.
The fragrance is floating thousands of miles of spring and the sun, decorating the world like a brocade.
On the ice and snow dam
Text: Bingling Flower
Far away from the ice and snow, the deer shadow is dense and the forest returns.
The sound of flying horses' hooves is near, and the smoke curls up.
Seven Uniques: Yongmei
Literature: Learn poetry
Mo is sparse and sparse, and there are few people to accompany him.
The spring is smiling and proud of the cold moon, and the fragrance is secretly flowing to the future.