Selected poetry ｜ The dust and dust are gradually giving birth to the edge of the sideways, and the shanting of Huang Yanshi is puzzled

"Sili Muhu"

Text/Leng Yan Rose

With a touch of walking on the journey, Jushhanye Yue Yue.

Qingqi Xiuling Poetry couple, and in the time of time in the Lake.

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"Bai Lu"

Text/Leng Yan Rose

The autumn wind turned tender and cold, and the lotus rolling jade removed red makeup.

Furong rose to the stream, and he entered the ink ink.

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"Hawthorn Tree"

Wen / Spring and Autumn

Under the white flower tree, Lang Jun, a song of spring songs dreaming into the clouds.

Qiu Guo is now red, and the girl Xu Cheng is married?

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Mid -Autumn Festival

Text/Mount Everest

The cloth suit is for me, and the four seas are the lips.

The same is the Tianya strand.

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"Seven Absolute • Autumn Rhyme"

Text/Yang Zhaobin-Xinya

One night, the golden wind jade was cool, and the lotus leaves of the light pond seemed to welcome the frost.

The greenery of the green willow retreats, and Molling Mountain tea is given a dark fragrance.

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"Small Blanc Winds and Rain"

Text/Mount Everest

The Mid -Autumn Festival and the Mid -Autumn Festival, the dead leaves were stunned, and the dynasty made people feel sad.

Looking at Yangzhou, looking at Yangzhou, Lengyue's hometown is in the small building, and the widow blows his head.

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"Seven Must Mu Hibiscus"

Text/small bridge flowing water

Mufeng drinking to the sky, Lin Shui Shu's makeup is poor.

Mo Dao is gorgeous in the cool autumn, and the light red blossoms are deep red.

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"Flowers in the Rain" are just right "

Text/East City

Shu Liu Hong disappeared in summer. Lingxiang is just right.

Fallicine leaves fly in autumn, and chrysanthemums are on the side of the fence.

The courtyard sycamore livebird. Goose array, faithless sound.

Extremely overlooking, Yuanshan contains Cui Dai, and the mountains are lingering.

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"Qiu Ju"

Text/Leng Yan Rose

The stone bridge flowed in the autumn sound, and the cold flowers and flowers re -profit.

The frost was not urged to get drunk late, and Dongli had a poetic.

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"Autumn"

Wen / Zhang Jianping

The autumn colorless Zen home, the west of the West Lake is the world.

The cool breeze rose to Ling Yundu, and Ye Luo wore the flowers on the other side of the forest.

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"Title Autumn"

Wen / Zhang Jianping

Between the forests in the morning, Park Fruit is fresh.

Guizi Fuye Feng Bridge is drunk, and Yun Yiyan shows high sky.

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"Ying Cry Preface • Murlon"

Wen / Li Jiarong

The desolate sunset is thousands of miles, and it is speechless.

Fangcao is far away, green is full of Jiangnan, evoking parting emotions.

Still similar, ruthless swallows, where the end of the world knows.

Seeing to the bridge, the willow willow flying.

Hanhai drifted, ten years of traces, tears full of spring wind.

The flowers are exhausted, the sun and the moon are urged, and the sub -regulations are persuaded.

Polying boats, dusk crossing, read the poems of Du Mu and the Red Mansion.

Twilight, faint cold sand, two or three smoke trees.

Jiang Yan hates, Wang Yan feels sad.

Unexpectedly, the words are cold and cold, the word is short, with a long time of time, and it is eclipsed.

Swiming the fish traces, Zheng Hongying, who passed the red note Bai Su.

Night, this is empty.

The galaxy is bright, read a period of dust, read countless storms.

The sand village is quiet and the dawn is slightly cool, but the dream soul is difficult to stop.

But even more young and young.

After the eyes of the eyes, the bones are deep, and the boundless.

Now loneliness, you should ask if you meet each other.

How about laughing, not to be a smoke.

The south of the building, there is a sad person, and still travels.

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"The First Branches of Dongfeng • Early Spring"

Wen / Li Jiarong

Liu's eyes are light and comfortable, the peach heart is darker, and the cold cold is still shallow.

Diligent half -rolled heavy curtain, afraid to return to Shuangyan by mistake.

With independence, it is not used to it, and the sound of the warblers is soft.

Remember and the past, but unfortunately changed things.

It's not that the dream soul is lazy. It's not tired.

Fear of adding a ray of acacia, it is already in the spring.

When the flowers fall, the talked about the endless and the begonia.

Wang Wang, Shili Qingshan, who meets with whom.

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"Huanxi Sand • Is the Floating Sheng Lang is already lost"

Wen / Li Jiarong

Fulled life is already losing, and the world has its own return. The wine is warm and warm.

For ten years in the guests, the people were frustrated, and the heart was a little moon. Yuanshan dreamed of dreams.

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"Water Tuning Songs • Mrs. Mrs. Mrs. Mrs. Old"

Wen / Li Jiarong

The birds cried in spring, and the rain was gone through the mountain pocket.

The old landscape, so teach Huahu to make people worry.

Listen to the flowing water of the spring, the forest Di Cui is upside down, and the dark smoke floats.

After a thousand years of past, he thought about it.

Good feelings, reputation, and Kyushu.

Three dynasties achievements, the first one is the most romantic.

Writing into Dongpo verses, remember Zhou Gong praise, may not be inferior to Cao Liu.

Only kindness is there to change your life.

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"Seven Absolute · Qiu Qing"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

Qingqiu used tea as wine, and wild fish fat flashed red.

Suddenly the thousand -year window last month, the heart was the same as the jade flute.

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"Seven Absolute · San Wenjun"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

Wen Jun's wine has no rhyme, and the sunnate door hates sleeping alone.

The national color is not wrong, why be drunk and pity?

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"Seven Absolute Swing Qiu Qian"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

Qiu Qiancui showed a flower body, playing a new image of Fanghua.

The dancing state is close, and the bird is hesitant.

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"Seven Must -Cross Yuncun Hexi"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

The wind and dust gradually gave birth to the sideways, and the Huang Yan shore was unpubiated.

The drizzle is easy to be light after autumn tea, and every family is everywhere.

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"Seven Absolute Life"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

The sound of the piano is cut, and Yulu Tongchao Haiyue is born.

Butterfly showed clouds and dreams, acacia to Tianming.

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"Qingpingle · Xi Shi"

Text/Tianya a tired guest

In the dusk, pick up Yu Hui.

Warm Liang's mood depends on the wetness, just take the wind express.

Jiangnan has been set in autumn, and chrysanthemums are inevitably lonely.

Think about it, whether to look around, whether the end of the world is safe.

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"Qingpingle · Top Landmark Building"

Text/Tianya a tired guest

Gordon Building, no longer afraid. Flooring glass clouds can be painted, and Haikou obediently.

Wanjia's lighting canal, poetry heart is a fish.

A plane flew over, and the nostalgia fluttered.

"Qing Xing'er · Gift An An"

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Text/Tianya a tired guest

The lights have gained flowers, under the lights, and squinting through the yarn.

One year of embroidered needles, morning and busy, busy and busy, tired of Qing's house.

Today, the world is sleepy, looking at the villagers, full of dust and sand.

Wipe Jingjing without tears, there is no wind, no wind, you need to add clothes.

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". Poetry friends continue to cultivate, poetry clubs have moved forward, constantly pushing out new, recommending excellent poems, producing high -quality poems, recitation of outstanding works, recommending poet works in various forms, let more people read excellent works, appreciate poetry culture, we are in we are, we are in Walking!

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