Editor-in-chief: Guan Lingling.
Member: Cui Chunwan.
Seven Laws: Midwinter (Flat Water Rhyme).
Author: Cui Chunwan (Tianjin).
In the cold and severe winter, the sky is vast, and the peaks and mountains are fertile and the wild fog is boundless.
The cold wind is quiet, and the falling trees are cold.
Looking at the green mountains and clouds, and looking at the yellow leaves hidden in the snow.
The ice sculpture is like a picturesque fairyland, blooming red plum beautiful hometown.
Member: Zou Bingxin.
Little Cold Season Author: Zou Bingxin (Guangdong).
The small cold wax moon is so empty, and the cold air is one layer at a time.
Snowflakes have become the norm, and the Yellow River is more frozen.
The waters south of the Yangtze River are still the same, and the tide is wet and smoky.
Guangdong has characteristics at this time, and spring flowers compete in winter!
Joy Wine Author: Zou Bingxin (Guangdong).
Congratulations to the newlyweds and drink the wedding wine, good scenery!
Everyone rejoiced, and they saluted each other.
The newlyweds are happy and happy, and the guests are the most benevolent.
Drums and songs, witty sentences and lyrical!
The hall was full of applause, and the red auspicious light was festive.
The banquet on the lookout platform is full of flowers.
Jubilant, wine light glass shadow.
The warm atmosphere and joy are brightened.
There is glory in life, and the wedding hall is like a dream.
Live in hope and move forward in happiness.
Member: He Yuanrong.
Mourn my mother. Author Dragon Totem (Sichuan).
The ninety-year-old mother passed away on a crane, and the children and grandchildren in the house wept bitterly.
I hope that there will be no more suffering in heaven, and the old mother will rest in peace.
At three o'clock in the morning, the soul flies away, and I will always remember this time.
There is no quarrel with the world, and the mother does good, and the neighbors praise Deyi.
Qianli heard the news, and his heart burned with tears streaming down his face.
Hate to fly to the wings, return to his hometown and leave regrets.
Born in a war-torn year, he survived hardships and changed the world.
The mother who conceived children was rigid, and the curtain call was prosperous.
Member Li Zhipeng.
Love. Author: Li Zhipeng (Anhui).
No reason is needed.
The years that have flowed cannot be explained.
Countless nights.
The wandering gaze waits for the figure to turn.
All the worries pulled up.
The distress of the launch did not respond.
The lonely lamp basks in the pain over and over again.
Galloping soul, thousands of mountains and rivers.
One by one, the loneliness blooms.
There is no way to appreciate the withering time.
The hazy direction cannot reach the warm bosom.
Throw up the stars you are looking for and light up the sky.
There is no way to get tired, there is no way to give up.
The vows of the past echo the place of the living.
How can the misunderstanding storm ignite the steadfastness of staying together.
The sound of emaciated flutes.
How can you not impress the bondage you once had.
The humble blooming sky of this life.
You can't feed an unbridled soul.
* Possessed for a short time.
Depict the torture of life.
It's not anyone's fault.
It's just that the ladder you build may not be what you want to climb.
The origin of that expectation has changed again and again.
Full of enthusiasm and empty sails.
Red Dust Love**.
How to spend the vicissitudes of this life with serious injuries.
Build from the past anew
Layer upon layer.
Flickering talches warn of the past.
Dreaming. Text: Li Zhipeng (Anhui).
A dream of Yanshan. Who understands coming and going.
The wind and rain boy has been carried several times.
Dingyuan footprints.
The members of the company were in the past.
Migrant workers are in the mountains and rivers of a city.
Initial Dragon Diagram Seal.
Kunpeng is burdened with a day of green.
When will it be newly opened?
All the way to the front, the land and water Shengshiden.
The smoke entrusts the lives of the people.
The heart runs through the country.
The spring breeze of the Great Wall.
The millennium community is single-minded.
The meeting was short-lived. Memories are eternal.
Three thousand miles of waterway leads to the Xiangjiang River.
Spirited and energetic.
Don't ask where the affection is going.
The galaxy is drifting. It has its own scorching sun and oriental red.
President of the Chinese Poetry and Literature Society:
Guo Shenhu. 
Seven-character poem untitled (rhyme).
Text: Winter (Shaanxi).
The snow fell on Nanshan with tears, and the fragrant soul dreamed of rewarding the remnants.
The cold wind and the sun are there every year, and the twilight rain and autumn clouds are over the years.
The lonely ice heart is far away to the moon, and the sorrow gathers and scatters on the high slope.
Qianqian Subi West Bridge Willow, Quiet Qingyan North Wei River.