"Original Poems" Wanliyun | Twelve Poems of "Si Township"

one

Half -life of the sunset, do not blame in the first life.

Drunk Li Yao thought a few times, and the flute was low.

Nostalgia cuts a thousand sentences, strokes clouds and test plows.

The old garden was looking for the cause, and the three more dreamed of entering Wulingxi.

two

Saiyan lowered back and left, and there was a foreign country Yun Road Yu.

韵 秋 槭 槭 槭 槭 槭 槭 槭 槭 槭 槭 槭 槭 槭.

Feelings and sorrowful mother tears, and the wind invades and rainy.

There was a hate double eyebrow lock in the night, and Mo Dao was sad when he was sad.

three

Nian Nianxiang Guan Yimeng, Jiangbian Moon Night disappeared.

Several lines of geese were sorrowful, and the autumn wind on both sides of the strait was tide.

I am a sense of groaning, and I remember the blue bridge in the old man.

Leaning the pipa song, the long song of the waves and the long song.

Four

Listening to the geese, Yiyun Luo, Zhen Yu complained and love.

Shi Xin Qiu Chou Wu Ye Lao, whoever pity cicada is still single.

Tianya is smoky, and the sea corner rely on the moon and the moonlight.

Come and go to the north and south guests, and look at each column.

five

The mountains are floating in the mountains, and the semi -convergence of sparse forest and half -hidden yarn.

Qiu Meng was lonely, and Xi Huiyue was full of horizons.

The cold cicada score is clear and flat, and the eaves of Yan Xi Wenxun.

A voice of a lingering song is worn, and the Qinghuai shadow fell home.

six

Don't follow the hot soil tears, and the old house is leaked at night.

The memory of the time is difficult to eliminate the year, and the acacia in the dream always hangs into the bowel.

Shili Ocean Fasting City, Bainian Street Liangqi Makeup.

The bustling eyes are glory, and Yunshui Hanshan is the hometown.

seven

Zitong tilted his back to the remnant moon, singing the evening wind and giving noise cicadas.

Li Xu's borderless sorrowful brewed wine, acacia is sent into poetry notes.

The dusty and smoke groaning the rhyme, and the geese called the sound of the wild.

I mistakenly entered the long street without freehand, when the dream of a curtain hometown is round.

Eight

Looking at the setting sun, the road is far away, and his eyes are faint.

The evening breeze blowing the household, Yu Xia, and the frost of the cold forest and crane did not return.

The preparation homeland is floating, and the soul is violated.

I was able to look back a few times, and I met tears in my dreams.

Nine

Yun Tianwu locked flying over, and the boat was not returned.

There is a letter in front of the window, and the papers are accompanied by a few books.

How the nostalgia has not been good at the bridge?

Looking at the family of Jiashan, the mountains are far away.

ten

Fuqin sobbed the sycamore, and Xuan Shang listened to Tao Yue's half bow.

Several floating clouds stack the waves, and a sorrowful sorrow drunk.

The infatuated traveler was still thin, and Meng Chunxuan melted.

When Fan Yan returned to Zi Lili, the rotum is full of red.

eleven

Sahaxing-Nostalgia

(Ci Lin Zhengyun Part 7)

The smoke is leisurely, the Qionglou is broken, and the foreign country wandering and pitying the autumn goose.

The drooling dream of the flute is one by one, and the gobbles Yun Jian thousands of wishes.

Bester Sutra years, sorrow, and the sun sees Guan Shanyuan.

The silent and cold moon shadow, so the park complex attaches attachment.

twelve

Water Tune Song-Si Xiang

(Ci Lin Zhengyun Part 2)

Yixing took the ice mirror, whoever tasted the taste.

Yunfu Jinzhan Yuyu, Tingyu sprinkled Qiongguang.

Mo Dao Cao was declining Liu Liu, don't want to sang the warbler, and the cold covered.

The sound of geese in the sky, the lunar monthly appealing the bowel.

Sigh for a long time, home mountains, overlook the West Window.

The wind is lonely, and the Wutong night rain will fall into the autumn injury.

Yiye returned, and Wanxu sorrowed the soul, and thought about it.

Looking at the autumn water, leaning on Meng Xiaoxiang.

About the Author

Wanliyun, who was originally engaged in corporate management in state -owned enterprises, and deputy high school titles. After retirement, the poetry is associated and the love is chanting. Yue rewarding the ancient charm and conversion.

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