"Partridge Days".
Text Rabbit Wave. The green, dark and red lakes are horizontal, and the cicadas are singing in the sky and the day.
The lotus fragrance is full of cool wind, and the heat and steam rain are clear.
The lotus is faint, and the water is watery. Fill the mountain and hide the show.
Why seek the blue sea and three mountain islands, where Zhu Mingyun was born.
"Fortune Operator. Fujiang Morning Rhyme".
Wen Ronin. The blue water is swinging, and the mountains on the other side are dancing.
The vast Miao River lies on the jade bridge, and pieces of orchid incense spit out.
The peninsula is full of sparkling waves, and there are bursts of flutes and drums.
Looking at the new of the Long Causeway, the red flag spectrum is painted.
"Title Map".
Wen Beiyang. The masterpiece of the heavenly craftsman is the cliff peak, and the clouds and fog are magnificent.
Dongjun created thousands of mountains and green, and competed to put Penglai into the painting.
"Waves and Sand Order, Low Pit Waterfall".
Wen Ronin. Waterfalls splash into the sky, and valleys compete for noise.
Heavy mist filled the mountains. The fairy cave is hidden behind the curtain, and the mystery is boundless.
The cliff lock is light smoke, and the plank road is crooked.
The abyss at the bottom of the vast valley. I love to walk on the drifting clouds, and the water laughs and people laugh.
"Partridge Day Autumn Expression".
Text: Cold air.
A leaf is frightened in autumn, and the cicadas cut the willow branches.
I don't know that frost invades my temples in my dreams, and I look at my eyes in the mirror when I wake up.
Make the story a new sorrow. It's hard to be true and hard to get old.
After dusk, the water flows to the west.
"Summer".
Text: Li Yinbing.
Don't bustle for the time being, the countryside is like spring all the way.
Lan smoke green bamboo green grass, summer wood yin is lovely.
"Ancient Fragrance and Slow Spring".
Text: Li Jiarong.
The sunset is thousands of miles, the courtyard is deep, and countless flowers are falling.
Liu Lao blows cotton, and reduces the spring light.
The detention trip is the most sad, how to endure it, a thousand times of loneliness.
Write a piece of paper of sorrow and remembrance, who touches your mind.
Remembering the old days, the red medicine by the bridge. Empty and embarrassed, the past is according to the agreement.
borrowed wine to dispel sorrows, and drunk dreams are really true.
The years are hard to chase, asking memories and how to bind.
Looking at the end of the world, I only found and found a depression.
"Picking Mulberries and Spring Affairs".
Text: Li Jiarong.
The catkins are fluttering and raining, and yesterday was infatuated.
Acacia today. The green spring mountain is full of green pools.
After the two swallows returned, they planted acacia.
but hateful and infatuated. When I woke up from a bleak dream.
"Butterfly Love Flowers, Spring".
Text: Li Jiarong.
Upstairs is a long time to lean on. Such as water time, go and return no.
The sun is warm, the dust is fragrant, and the wind is full of sleeves. Every year, the spring is still the same.
Falling flowers all over the ground think of Beidou. Except night and night, good dreams come from time to time.
But it is often sick wine in spring. I don't know the willows of the causeway.
"Painting Hall Spring, a River of Smoke and Rain".
Text: Li Jiarong.
A river is misty and rainy, and the mountains in the distance are hazy.
There is no trace of the white clouds and spring dreams, and the willow flowers are windy in March.
Several laughs were accompanied, only now haggard to describe.
In front of you, there is infinite grass and greenery.
"Spring Journey".
Text: Li Jiarong.
The far dock collects the residual rain, and the creek bridge is surrounded by smoke.
The chaotic mountains are green, and the flowing water is splashed green.
Wrap around a thousand willows, spring ploughing two hectares of fields.
Stop the boat and call the egret, and the people are by the sunset.
"Seven Miscellaneous Poems".
Wen Jiangbo (Sichuan).
In front of the green willow curtain, the body is splendid, and the flower increases the cardamom to decorate the river spring.
As soon as the frost washed away, he returned to his heart, and suddenly remembered that there was an old man.
"Seven Uniques and Appreciating Rape Flowers".
Wen Jiangbo (Sichuan).
The goose-colored clouds and smoke buds, and the fragrant birds go to the house of Kinda.
The branches are alone with golden wisps, drunk and complaining of spring sorrow and early flowers.
"Lantian Quatrain".
Wen Jiangbo (Sichuan).
Hates Jing Lantian for a long time, why do you need to bathe and send a lover?
Who can control the rhyme of the wandering soul, and the accustomed fairy is more crazy than the saint.
"Seven Absolute Habitat Zen".
Wen Jiangbo (Sichuan).
Qi Zen wants to send the Han family god, and he is sad and happy inside and out.
The four walls often think about the sky and the mirror is wide, and who cherishes the original intention to borrow less?
"Seven Desperate Willow River".
Wen Jiangbo (Sichuan).
Looking at the wanderer crossing the willow river from afar, the snow and moon reflected in the sara that year.
The mountain window is close to the heart of the building, and the tears are splashed by the wind and waves.
"Yan Gui Liang".
Wen Tianya is a tired guest.
Guarding the spring breeze to see the begonias, I looked back and was happy to see Yan Guiliang.
whispered in front of the screen, explaining the mystery of the hometown.
"Sunny Preference".
Wen Tianya is a tired guest.
Don't be merciful, don't be merciful, some white eyes are less fresh.
How to always say that the sunny preference, wet mood bad day.
"Bead Curtain Roll".
Wen Tianya is a tired guest.
The bead curtain is rolled up to see the clouds flying, and the swallows have not returned.
Modao Mountain is long and the water is far away, and Jiangxi is Anhui.
"Partridge Days".
Wen Tianya is a tired guest.
The autumn wind does not sweep the partridge sky, and I am always afraid that people will sleep freely.
When the heartbreak is broken, the partridge flies to the white clouds.
"Tasha Xing".
Wen Tianya is a tired guest.
It is best to step on the sand line to find spring, and the purple butterflies in the grass are light.
Just chant poetry and look at the road, where is there no love at the end of the world.
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.