Breaking the word order to fall flowers
Wen Tianya is a tired guest.
It's not a flower with tears, it's a heart.
Is there still wind or rain? And how to face it.
Don't hate the flowing water in the spring, you can't distinguish it, and it's a taste.
Luo Ying danced, the green shirt was soaked, and who was haggard.
Break the moment and ponder
Wen Tianya is a tired guest.
A kind of worry erodes the bones, and the three-point color moon adds coolness.
Even if the wind is in front of the old umbrella, it is difficult to sing the late Tang Dynasty in the boat. After the sorrow, the main chief.
Busy with piano disturbing dreams, idle raccoon girl dressing.
It's just that the hustle and bustle has provoked hatred, but unexpectedly, lovesickness is also hurt. The poet broke his intestines twice.
The Bodhisattva is far away
Wen Tianya is a tired guest.
The rain and clouds are bitter for days, and who knows that there is nowhere to go in the moon.
Thinking of a plum, Jiangnan looks at me back.
The township is thousands of miles away, where are the old friends.
Straight Mo Acacia, read old words late at night.
Nan Gezi Title: Forget-me-not flower arrangement
Wen Tianya is a tired guest.
Bright as a shower of stars, warm as an eye.
Where to send the good day. Who understands the vase world lacks spring and autumn.
Haggard geese in the clouds, sad moon downstairs.
In that year, Yinuo was rafting. Only the depths of the poetic heart can eliminate sorrow.
Nanxiangzi drove past Merlin
Wen Tianya is a tired guest.
Yuli is on the east side of the small bridge, and the snow is smiling at the wind.
The stream was unbearable and hurried, rippling and rippling.
Leave a few Yanhong, endure the lovesickness in the dream.
The melancholy bottle is full of rest and persuasion to drink, and the trace of Ping. The end of the world can be met.
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.