Good poems of the day Late return to the hometown people, hurt and set up dusk

Mondo Culture Updated on 2024-02-01

The DPRK and the Central Committee swore an oath

Wen Tianya is a tired guest.

Tall and yellow, looking insolent.

A lovesick password, very affectionate.

Slightly condensed tears, evenly divided green hair, and secretly sent fragrance.

Zhiyuan's heart is about autumn water, and he respects the sunset with high courtesy.

The DPRK and the Central Committee are taking the beginning of the summer

Wen Tianya is a tired guest.

The spring breeze only blew last night, and tonight it was bitter.

I am afraid of leaving poetic eyes, and it is difficult to show my eyebrows.

The sound of the tide is far away, the fragrance of flowers is too close, and the moon is heartwarming.

It hurts my intestines a little, and I know who has three glasses of turbid wine.

The DPRK and the Central Government are acting by the window

Wen Tianya is a tired guest.

The bamboo curtain rolls up the window, and the sun is shattered.

The trees are shivering, and the birds are hurrying by the clouds.

A word book, half a cup of tea, and a small negative streamer.

With my loneliness at the end of the world, the enemy is arrogant in the twilight.

The DPRK and China have taken measures to encourage themselves

Wen Tianya is a tired guest.

Scholarly and drunk, a man with a green shirt.

The white-eyed snake is powerful, and the frightened dog is delayed.

Three thousand weak water, take it with one scoop, and only ask willingly.

Plant trees and flowers in the north, and visit friends in the south of the Yangtze River with poetry.

The old house of the central court

Wen Tianya is a tired guest.

Returning late is a negative hometown person, and the injury is set up at dusk.

The courtyard is three points of rotten gas, and there are a few moss marks on the lintel.

The river breeze is too cold, the forest smoke is difficult to disperse, and the memories of youth are long.

The wine monster poet is old, and the poetry hurts the catkins without roots.

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.

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