Selected poems ｜ I don't know where a flute is, and I am homesick.

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　　Text/Beiyang

　　Don't complain that the west wind withers the green trees, and the sorrows and joys in the world are always related to love.

　　It's rare to sit at leisure for the rest of my life, and I'll cook my childhood and get drunk.

　　Late spring

　　Text/Li Jiarong

　　The night air in the city is chilly, so I have to take a nap before I leave my soul.

　　Deep alley dream LAN spring rain is fine, lilac knot how much sorrow.

　　Qiu Si.

　　Text/elegance

　　The hot summer leaves the wild goose wind, and the blue smoke retreats and turns red.

　　Lonely sails go far away to cherish guests, looking at the end of the world to wipe tears.

　　The seven wonders of rainy days

　　Wen/Dong Yu

　　Rain showers wash Bincheng, birds and magpies don't sing without a trace.

　　Who let Qiu Si endless, only teach ear into the wind.

　　Give a new rain to an empty mountain

　　Text/Spring and Autumn

　　Qiu Guang is more beautiful than spring scenery, so why should we watch the flower songs decline?

　　Even if butterflies and bees are indifferent to each other, their hearts will return with colorful clouds.

　　Recalling the autumn rhyme in Jiangnan

　　Text/Zi Han

　　Jiangnan is good, leaning against the railing at sunset.

　　Hong passed the Danxia cloud like fire, and the wind came to the lotus dance and the water contained smoke.

　　Dump a river.

　　Autumn chrysanthemums are blooming, white, green and purple.

　　Flute, breeze, poetry, fragrance, string moon, Hanlin Garden.

　　The new song is gloomy at night.

　　Autumn night on the road

　　Text/Zhou Zhongyuan

　　Autumn leaves and autumn scenery are deficient, and the night is deep and unique.

　　The chanting road is yellow, and the water reflects the poem and the eyebrows are pale.

　　When the moon sets and the frost clears, the night is cold, and Hongfei is getting tired when he is far away.

　　Looking at the thousands of fruits under the field, it turned out to be a bumper harvest, not a sadness.

　　"seven absolutely untitled"

　　Text/Leng Yan Rose

　　Maple arrogance, laurel arrogance and chrysanthemum madness. May Dan Qing paint a dream.

　　I borrow the autumn wind to add color and draw a poem.

　　Autumn of Five Laws

　　Text/Leng Yan Rose

　　Green fades away, flowers and souls are sketched.

　　When the smog rises, the gulls and herons are floating in the clouds.

　　Zimo connects heaven and earth, and Qingshan is a guest firewood.

　　The west wind and frost drunk the leaves, and the beauty is better than the spring dynasty.

　　Homesickness

　　Text/Li Jiarong

　　Lonely Jiangcun in early April, the dream turned bleak with the residual catkins.

　　The flowers and plants in the old garden should still be there, and the tired guests will come back to be mowed.

　　"On the Phoenix Platform, it's just like an old friend coming"

　　Text/Phase I for a while

　　Careful and single, eyebrows are particularly worried, and even Cheng Fengju arranges.

　　Then hate, themoon empty que, who planted laurel.

　　Nine, Wan Li's soul wandered about, and several times, he turned to mourn.

　　Resentment past lives, wandering away, jade loss dust buried.

　　I still remember the cold-stained courtyard song, and I hung my head, admiring the smell and not guessing.

　　But the fragrance is far away, and both of them are cut by swallows, leaving red moss alone.

　　I was drunk after drinking broken flowers, and I dreamed of it. Zeng Yingqing was pregnant.

　　Talking softly is just like coming from an old friend.

　　"Seven Nights"

　　Text/flow sorrow

　　It's hard to see it again when it's separated from the sun, and the night song depends on sending the fairy in the moon.

　　Three thousand brocade books are inexhaustible, and I only hope for a long dream.

　　Thoughts on Visiting Yandang Scenic Area

　　Text/Dongcheng

　　Looking into the sky from afar, Stanley is full of vegetation and birds are fluttering.

　　The winding path leads to a secluded and magnificent scenery, and the strange rocks are closely connected.

　　The Hall of the Great Hero is chanted, and the Bodhisattva bows before him.

　　The sound of waterfalls is long and the water is ringing, and the spring is now under the volcanic cliff.

　　Cut a plum and think of a friend

　　Wen/Shi Qin

　　The shadow of the lonely soul candle is low, the drizzle is sad, and the leaves are sad.

　　Yin and Yang are separated from each other to send grief, fearing separation and separation.

　　Half-life love also gives poetry, read boo-boo and then read boo-boo.

　　In the dead of night, the weeds are sad, and they accompany each other in their dreams and in the afterlife.

　　Autumn rain occasional topic

　　Text/Spring and Autumn

　　The rain is cool in autumn and the heat is clear, and the sound of insects is very exciting.

　　There is no way to return home, and the moon is bright in the mid-autumn when you drink alone.

　　"seven absolutely beautiful autumn looks"

　　Text/cocoa

　　With the rain, the golden wind urges the summer harvest, and the stars move and the autumn turns.

　　The castle peak is still old, so don't dye your head with sorrow and frost.

　　Untitled

　　Text/rabbit wave

　　Long song's song "Wandering in Heaven" makes a boat in troubled waters.

　　Look at the twilight in the wine, and study the spring and autumn in the ink painting.

　　The bamboo in Dongting is densely hidden in huts, and the jade building is displayed in Zhenze.

　　The wind and rain washed away the world, and the guest robe swept back to the cloud mound.

　　"seven absolutely untitled"

　　Text/tears from people

　　Pear blossoms with rain are ashamed in May, but water drifts in Meng Qiu.

　　It is too early to say that the frost has not fallen in autumn, and the red leaves are in the dream of acacia.

　　Autumn night with fragrant incense

　　Text/cold air

　　Autumn night flies, and the clouds are light. Take a stroll along the river.

　　Small waves fade away, chasing the wind with willows, breaking the lotus in the water, the moon in the water and the lamp in the water.

　　In the world, flowers bloom and fall. Let time tell in a hurry.

　　Sweet, sour, bittersweet, a hundred flavors of life. Where to sigh, where to go, why to fight.

　　Thoughts on Stanley Peak in Huanyandang Mountain

　　Text/Dongcheng

　　The cliff is a hundred feet away, and the cypress rises into the sky.

　　If you are ambitious, you will be arrogant.

　　Seven Laws Traveling to the North Yandang Mountain

　　Text/tears from people

　　There are fairy mountains in the southeast sea and wild geese in Ludanggang Lake.

　　The winding stream and the secluded pool are like training, and the hanging peaks are like clouds.

　　Long Zhuo's music is in the big and small piano, and the spiritual scene is the source of the world.

　　Turning into a flying fairy, I can cross it, and Xie Gongman is waiting for it.

　　The Seven Wonders of Yandang Mountain in the North

　　Text/tears from people

　　The wild geese can't see the trace, and the beautiful spirits compete for each other.

　　Returning to the five mountains is countless, and everyone in the world speaks the first peak.

　　Qiu Chan the Trick.

　　Text/Chuanba leisure guest

　　The stars are bright, the moon is lingering, and the summer is full of beauty with the wind.

　　Silent yellow flowers serenade, borrow a song to send Qiu Chan.

　　Seven unique topics on grass in the garden

　　Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

　　The flowers on the garden are covered with smoke, but the grass is windy but connected.

　　A white horse should know that when his hoof is broken, he will fly to sleep well.

　　Seven desperate years old

　　Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

　　Flowers in Shu urge the aged, and butterflies in the south of the Yangtze River dream of spreading fragrance.

　　Distant pity, farewell to joys and sorrows, Wan Li Castle Peak incarnates.

　　Seven-stop heart period

　　Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

　　Chihiro smiled and longed for the heart, but Wan Li hated it for a long time.

　　Before I could get rid of the broken moon, I saw her blushing.

　　"The Villa for Sending Poets to Friends on the Twenty-seventh Day of the Twelfth Moon"

　　Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

　　Come back to the villa Laomeiguan, and the wine will be safe.

　　I don't blame Hongzhang for his sadness, and the ghost is in the clouds.

　　I miss my family on the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month

　　Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

　　Wandering on the stranger to find spring, oranges are embroidered with scarves.

　　Wax wine, wind flowers, new rabbit beauty, even remembering family members in the competition.

　　Occasionally on the Quiet Night of Xijiang Moon

　　Text/Tianya is a tired guest

　　When a guest leaves, it hurts the night forever, and when the cold comes, the moon hates the lamp.

　　The autumn wind doesn't smell like chrysanthemum flowers, but it just goes on the rampage.

　　How can we look back on the past, and how can we make public the fleeting time?

　　Memories of my hometown in a misty dream are all childhood impressions.

　　Xijiang Yuesu Yangpu

　　Text/Tianya is a tired guest

　　Outside the curtain, the peaks are faint, and the wine signs on the first floor are swaying.

　　I don't know where a flute is, and I am homesick.

　　The sound of the pillow is fading away, and the short messages on the screen are piled high.

　　Talk about the youth.

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