Daily good poems ｜ Shi Ai sigh of interest in life, Mo Chou embrace the rivers and mountains

Cool Acacia · Covenant

Text/Tianya a tired guest

He is full of autumn heart sadness, compared with flowers, people are still thin.

What about the rest of the sea for the rest of the sea, buy a drunk, after the departure.

Selling drunk, after meeting.

Mo asked Tao Xiang to stick to his sleeves, such things would not.

Look at the sound of wind and rain, the lantern, spring old, who fights with?

People are old, He Tian Dou!

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Jiangchengzi · Lixia

Text/Tianya a tired guest

The sound of frogs is noisy at night, drunk Xiaoxiang, writing words.

In Xiaoge Xuan, the next month is cool.

Occasionally, I took a picture of the fireflies, dingled, and cherished Liu Ling.

In the poem, the old garden is the most old, nightbines, rhododendron busy.

When parting, tears have been doubled.

It was the previous year that he had only wine and was willing to treat injuries.

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Jiangyue Huangzhishan · Sensing things send people

Text/Tianya a tired guest

Hugh sighed as a long life, Mo Chou hugged Jiangshan.

Laughing him spring to shoot railings. There are flowers, and the moonlight is also returned.

Why not sleep again, you need to climb up.

Acacia is more difficult to be sick. In the cup, a few are upset.

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Xie Pei Ling

Text/Tianya a tired guest

Searching for the reasons before flowers, asking fruit in front of the Buddha, wine gourd and forest with me.

Occasionally, I was lazy and sitting away.

The stream is lying obliquely.

Hongchen's life was bitter, and the end of the world fell. Putting thoughts and sentiment to Jiangzuo.

Mash the depression, wake up, learn to be honest.

Wait for people to break during meals.

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Kanxianbin Huaimei

Text/Tianya a tired guest

Can Spring Return bring people to return? Complained that she sent plum back.

I asked me to send it, blame me without media.

I don't know if the flowers bloom in the coming year, I can still remember the firewood.

A new word followed the dream, and Dongfeng did not roll the curtain.

Liuxi is deep, the cup of wine is shallow, and the flute blows to whom.

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Yang Shengli, the poet of the sleeping poetry club, male. The pseudonym Tianya is tired, 65 years old. From Tianmen, Hubei. Member of Anhui Poetry Society. Editorial board of the "Elite Dictionary of Contemporary Chinese Studies". In "Culture", "Tianmen Literature", "Literature", "Central Plains Poetry", "World of Poetry", "New Poems", "Changjiang Poetry Federation", "China Eagle Culture News", "Yangtze River Poetry News", More than 20 newspapers such as "Sun Poetry", "Autumn Forest Poetry", "Western Writers" and "Chinese Ancient Rhymes" published more than 300 poems. Poems are compiled into a variety of poems. He has won awards in the national poetry competition many times.

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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