Daily good poetry ｜ The poet has been sleepy since ancient times.

"Village Live Rain"

Text/Li Jiarong

The broken rainbow stayed in the evening, and Gao Shu sang new cicadas.

The coriander shell falls from the wind, and the flowers flowers are over rainy.

Yeju was able to avoid immunity, and Jiuke was afraid of hearing cuckoo.

The sand gull is not close, and the opportunity is forgotten.

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"There is noon"

Text/Li Jiarong

The moonlight of the Luo River is like an eyebrow, and whoever hurts Jin Guang wants to hate.

Since ancient times, poets have been sleepy, and sadness has been unique.

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"Recalling Shenzhen"

Text/Li Jiarong

The spring breeze is here to feel the trend, and the road is clear from the south.

For more than forty years, the wind was in the wind, and the small fishing village as Dapeng City.

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"Niannujiao · Moving to Motor"

Text/Li Jiarong

When the clouds wandered the Han, they broke through, and the day was empty.

I sat back on my back and called for a whale ride.

The water potential, the mountain -shaped rice gathered, and the world is narrow.

In the wind, I hope that the heavens and the earth will be Wuji.

The world is gone, and the age is shy, and there is no trace.

Kanxiao's body has nothing to do, and Miao Miao is embarrassed.

Dream Butterfly Garden is deserted, and when he smells chickens, he is always silent.

Wherever Su'e flew through the wind.

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"Xijiangyue · Shihai Selection Sixth Anniversary Work"

Text/Li Jiarong

For the thousand -year ancient charm, the six -degree spring breeze has been cultivated.

The Pan -Poetry Haile is endless, and it is a handful of the beads.

I am so good to learn Yoyo, and Gao Cai is the grandfather.

In the laughed talk, the things were talking about dreams.

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Li Jialong, a poet with a laurel of the Sleeping Poetry Club, formerly known as Li Maoqing, is named Liu Qin, born in Gengwu, native of northern Guangdong. Consultant in the Poetry Society of Lianzhou City and a member of Maoming City Jianxian have won awards in poetry, and poetry works are scattered in various publications.

Pay attention to sleeping, poetic habitat

Facing the sea, looking for light with black eyes. On November 16, 2015, the Poetry Society of Sleeping Poetry Club, the Poetry Club took the mission of "speaking for grassroots poets" and the purpose of promoting the "spirit of poetry", that is, the pursuit of the truth, kindness and beauty of poetry, the artistic innovation of poetry, and the spirit of poetry. Poetry friends have been published in the collection of poems "The Spring Blossoms of Sleeping Poems" and "The Grass Ying Ying Flying on Sleeping Poems".

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