[Qilu Poet] Pan Shengguo · Eighteen of Summer Summer

About the Author

Pan Shengguo, a native of Qingdao, Shandong, a retired employee. Member of the Chinese Calligraphers Association, a member of the Chinese Couplet Society. Former vice chairman of the Qingdao Calligraphers Association (2005-2017), is now a consultant of the Qingdao Calligraphers Association.

one

The tide outside the building was hot, and Zhai Zhong was stroked.

Wang Yun is like a visiting guest, listening to Yu Ruoyao Qin.

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What is fun to come late? Bamboo thin placket.

two

The sound of rain rang overnight, and washed Gaulin outside the building.

Urgent pipa language, low lung sound.

Sleeping is drunk, and old age is deeply thoughtful.

Push the window at dawn, Nanshan cools my heart.

three

It is raining day and night, and urban and rural infiltration is deep.

The farmer worried about the crowd, and the old man sang.

Drainage at the end of the drainage, how can you drive the cloud?

嗟 嗟 嗟 嗟, there is a dan.

Four

Friends calligraphy and painting exhibition, after watching.

By heroic, fibrous show.

The rose is created, and the poetic state is stubborn.

A kind of spring breeze, why is the summer hot invasion.

five

The seasonal sticky season, the cloud covers ten days.

High -rise mist hood, dark moss invaded.

Open the youth, ask for knowledge.

The ancient thinning must be the candle, and the white head is not groaning.

six

The wind and rain are fluttering every day, and the mountains are deep in the mountains.

The turbulent stones, the leaf bottom of the poultry.

Let's explore the scenery, show poetry to express his heart.

The return of returning is not exhausted, and the turbid wine is poured by his wife.

seven

There is no wind and rain in the midsummer, and the building is surrounded by the trees.

Fangyuan Butterfly Dream, WeChat's heart.

Finding sentences are thin, asking for deep ancient books.

Birds passed in front of the window, and the case was left in the case.

Eight

Night comes to thunder and electricity, and there is no sound.

The clouds retreated to the sky, and the wind was cool.

The clear windows are idle, and the ancient tunes are repeatedly piano.

I like WeChat more, Yin Yin is enthusiastic.

Nine

How much I am idle, counting clearly a day.

Burning Yang Fangzhao, fluttering rain.

The sky was hidden in the mountains, and the clouds retreated to the shade.

Hao Miao Xuan is unpredictable, Hengmen and Fuqin.

ten

Summer mountains are green, and you are not happy.

The mantis has been hidden, and it is difficult to find.

The medicine sprinkled the moth, and the poetry was invasive.

How many dreams of childhood, groaning.

eleven

The colleagues reunited, and the wine glass was deep.

Laughing that year, to communicate with the minds of the twilight.

Welcome to pork tiles, thin sweaty.

Unconsciously on the lantern, the west window was invaded.

twelve

The rain and clouds are still thick, and the wind is sweating.

Ran Ran Lake stands on the shore, watching this poultry.

Sliding like God's help, the dumper is like a crane sound.

What is Kunpeng? Goose and ducks are comfortable.

Thirteen

Nanshan Yun Ruo Mo, heavy rain will come.

The market is noisy, and the water in the lake is deep.

Close the window screen moisture, and the paper is written in Yuncen.

There is very quiet outside the building, but it is passed on to the rain.

fourteen

Sitting for a long time, cooking tea and pouring.

Delivery poems to dispel the heat, listen to Yaoqin according to spectrum.

Yunlan is heavy at sea, and the mountains are dark in the mountains.

An article was not downs.

fifteen

How is summer? Green bamboo forest in front of the building.

Chenguang woke up to dream, and the tail of Feng Yin was overwhelming.

Perseverance of the virtual scene, listening to the wind is not tempted.

Suddenly the birds came, and the wings were deep into the cluster.

sixteen

Chongyun stopped, and it was not in the rain.

Light dyeing mountains, sparse city well.

It is difficult to wake up the dream of Zhuang Die, I would like to meet Ziya.

The umbrella came out, watching water poultry by the lake.

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