[Contemporary poet chanting summer · Season 4] Wang Twelve Volumes

Wang 12, born in November 1990, native of Chizhou, Anhui. The real name is Wang Liangcai, the word is useless, and the name is Qi Shanjushi. People are called three diseases: poetry, book habit, and stone idiots. Member of the Chinese Poetry Society, director of the Anhui Poetry Society, and president of Qiopu Shisuke in Chizhou. He is the author of the collection of poems, "Three Hundreds of King of Wangs", and the works are scattered in "Poetry", "Chinese Poems" and "Chinese Poetry". He was selected as the Youth Poetry Association of "Chinese Poetry" in 2022 and the Youth Poetry Association of "Yunfan Poetry Association".

Long rain

There is no two days in January, and Baiyun is difficult to produce black clouds.

The sky is bitter in the sky, and half the sound of wind and half the sound of rain.

Five days

Every year, the Junjun is injustice, and the horns of the dragon boat hangs Qu Yuan.

A roll of thousands of words from a roll, it is better to say half a sentence.

Summer solstice

After a while, the east will come to the west, and the green locust high willow is self -made.

There are no cool days, all in the cicada.

Chitice

It is not a lotus edge or bamboo, and Nanfeng is online.

The cicada sounds on the hot song list, and the single cycle is the summer.

Mosquito

The hibiscus tent was warm and fragrant, and the intestines turned a little bit.

But the people in the dream sleep firmly, even if the ashes are.

Hi Qing Poetry

Whether to remember the Jiangnan Mengshui Township, Bibo Lianying Green Luoshang.

Three years have been deeply sentenced, and there is no tears in the beautiful lady.

Value and Rain in Valentine's Day

Tiangong intentionally explained the style, and both under the umbrella did me alone.

It is not a hospitality on earth, there are flowers on the street.

The day before the beginning of autumn

Flowers and noodles are in spring.

There is no man in charge of thousands of reds, only to sweep the autumn wind.

Water bamboo

Yinfeng and the moon are so leisurely, watching the mountains in the water career.

Although the wild land has no gallery temple, Qingyin is on the earth.

Oranges

The lonely soul is clear and quiet, and the blue clothes are shy.

Born without the flower list, the first class of the medicine and food name.

Purple bamboo

It is still warm in spring outside the flower, and the plum is even more cold.

Mo Jun is quiet and no one appreciates, and it is known in the world.

Lingxiao

I went to the building all day long, and it was red and red.

Highness is just nothing, not Ling Yun and not climbing.

Climbing tiger

Come to the grass in the early summer, and the weather was lazy.

Because of the sheep outside the yard, there is a tiger's claw mark on the wall.

Night incense

Huaging is different in the shadow, and there is a trace of no one.

Why do you have to fold the spring before the spring, and the fragrance is strong.

Hydrangea

Hundreds of pouls were closed, and the bee surrounding butterfly array was shameful.

I know that Qing has the intention of coming out of the cabinet and throws hydrangea from passers -by.

Ivy League

Green vines and green leaves are naturally fragrant, but butterflies and no bees are not incense.

In order to see the good scene of the world, the south wind leads to the wall.

Leifeng Tower

As soon as the water and the mountains came, the lonely haze was deep.

If the West Lake is better than Xizi, Leifeng Tower is like a beauty.

Wuzhizhou

There is no snow waves on the silver sand, and the white clouds and green trees are in the world.

The water in the middle of the island is paved with water and inserted into the blue sky and the sea map.

Zhuhai Watch the Sea

There is no need to cut the blue sky and the sea.

The glittering sails nowhere to hide, flying to my eyes for a while.

Sanshi Xi Zhao

Sanxiangtai Xing is not alone, Xishan Yuncai becomes a picture.

I see nothing about the sun, regardless of the world.

Zhuhai Listening Tao

The moss looks like a wet cloud, and the white bird is like a smoke around Cuiping.

A blue wave is endless, and Zhu Qing is full of heaven.

Zhenxi Village Guanjian

A piece of Nanshan Shilian, next to the character of the pedestrian field.

Regardless of the farmer, he wrote three hundred articles in horizontally.

Juanqiao Miscellaneous Four

Random stones handed over the rod, and the peak circuit turned to the small bridge.

There is no one in the empty mountain bird, only the sound of the wind answering the sound of water.

Summer on Pingtianhu Island

People are like a kettle in Futian, and the smoky land is burning.

The lake leaning on three thousand trees, one tree was 100,000 pounds.

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