[Lushan Famous Artist] Huang Youfu's Summer Poetry Selection

Huang Youfu, Pseudonym, Laoshi, is from Lushan City, Jiangxi. The consultant of the Yunfan Poetry Association, a member of the Chinese Poetry Society, deputy president and deputy secretary -general of the original star Wiliu Poetry Club, and editor -in -chief of "Five Liu Feng".

Poyhu Second Bridge is like

Wu Liyun was out of the sky, and the scenery was closed.

The traffic whistling passed, driving the five lakes and autumn.

Garden

Fang diameter grass is paved, and the lotus pond plays.

The wind blows the flowers, the sunrise birds are based on people.

Father's Day Huai Father

How much do you know about family affairs?

The mountain soul could not move away, and the night around the south of Xixi.

咏 布 布

Unpredictable and profit, poverty and fun.

Plide the yellow land and float out of the rice.

He "Ganji Qingyin" was founded (Tibetan head)

Gan sounds the law of jade, educating the talents.

Qingyun Qianjia Ji, sound waves shore.

Villagers

Half is idle and half fairy.

How to hear the rural music, a frog sounds Xiaotian.

Participate in Wan Shan Temple Renyin Dragon Boat Festival Zen Tea Club

Yu Yuyun Pei does not count the year, and the pearl spring is the first spring.

The fragrance of Zen tea is far away, and there should be a lot of names.

Crossing mountain villages in the early summer

Looking at the warbler flying, the surrounding trees and shames.

Water lily came out of the water and groaning the wind to the sun.

On the shore of duck opera ponds, the chicken crying courtyard was falling.

Whose sister Tian, ​​grabbing the east of the small bridge.

Rural Xia Chen

The dog's bark is Tianyue, and the mountains are clear.

The lotus is refreshing, and the dew is light.

The Huaihuai Huai hidden, the frogs were giving a drum.

The pond wind passed by, and a piece of tincture.

Summer memory

Dongling chicken was bright, and Nanxi frogs drum.

The whip chasing Xiaoyue, diverting the water.

From the Yangge everywhere, the hot summer wheat harvested.

I think about the past, and the unforgettable is nostalgia.

Rural bank

The grass is long and smoked, along the blue bank.

Tian Tou listened to the water, and the grenade was opened outdoors.

Tail lotus pond, green onion courtyard locust.

Garden Vegetable Township is delicious.

Sitting by the lake after the rain

The mountains are far away, and the waves are bright.

Lake in the lake, grass on the embankment.

The rain was noisy, and the wind was sounded.

The hustle and bustle was not over, sitting listening to heron.

Summer Rain View Lake

One water opened his eyes, Changdi Cui was about to flow.

Qing Ping adds rain, Egret stands beach head.

The grass moves thousands of waves, and the machinery is a miles of miles.

Who is the most beautiful, pointing directly at Luo Xingzhou.

Show the children in front

A daughter was red, with a warm laughter.

The family rules must be determined, and the family training depends on the legacy.

Heart the mountains and lakes, and close the grass and trees.

There are thousands of miles away from the east of the small bridge.

Ziyang Division

The ancient embankment was asleep for a long time, and this year was renewed.

The scene entered the south gate willow, and the emotions of the water navigation.

Who is a master of writing, a good articles for generations.

Zhu Zi's legacy is here, and Yanbo writes his hometown.

Self -displacement

Twenty left his family tiger, and his return was Baitou.

Listen to flowers and listen to the spring rain, watch the water and watch the mountains and see Yadong.

Fishing Changhong is busy with meals, and the morning fucking jade sword is groaning.

Invited Pengxin Lanting Preface, a new tea swallow language.

Visit the former residence of Cao Longshu

Take advantage of the morning light, and the stream is tricked out of the wild pond.

Looking at the old house from the forest, he listened to the poems and painted the promenade.

The corner was accompanied by the book window, and the fighting room was also made in Mo Xiang.

By asked where to go, Yin Yin echoed Baiyun Township.

Mourning Jingdezhen Wuzhu Forest Poetry

Since the online poetry fate, several porcelain has visited Junxian.

The bad news came out of the year, and the kindness came to recall.

The day book is shared with each other, and the night talk silver screen studies each other.

The dreams met each other.

Author's self -note: Yu Yichi [Xiechuan] Poems were commented by Wu Lao ten years ago, and many poetry magazines have been published, and they have been included in "Lao Shi Network Poetry".

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