The first season of the Lele Poetry Collection
A good sentence "Thousands of miles of wind and clouds are put into the pen, and thousands of autumns and months are in the text." This sentence alone expresses the poet's boundless mind vividly and convincingly! The poet has "a glass of sake drunk alone, and half a volume of fragments falling into a lonely sleep." "The loneliness and loneliness also have" a little bit of the mood on the note, how many past things sink in the lamp. "Accumulation and precipitation, there are also "pen traces thousands of years, and the text traces the eternal feelings." Perseverance and heroism・・・・・・
At the same time, I recommend the novel "The Inheritance of Divine Beasts in Modern Times" by the author of this poetry collection.
The 01st song knocks on the text and thinks about the words on the screen, and the drunk pen melts the heart of the online people.
Wenxuan researches the autumn moonlight, and the bookcase is fragrant and the article is completed.
The 02nd masterpiece is intoxicating to me, and the ink in the inkstone is waving.
The frost and cold flowers of autumn are gradually falling, and the aftertaste of the pen is chrysanthemum.
The 03rd song is close to the heart of the moon and only the bright moon, and the fragrant ink case is only waiting for Mei.
In front of the court, sweep the leaves to cook autumn tea, and wander in the sea of books to cook the aroma of wine.
The 04th song is full of endless thoughts, and the beautiful landscape is left in the heart.
The wild goose in the clouds is written in autumn, and the articles in the pen are full of new sorrows.
The 05th song has been written after years of pen and ink, and the bright moon is quiet and the night is silent.
The silent night is ethereal and elegant, and the moon reflects the cold notes and makes ink groans.
The 06th poem has a rhyme in front of the screen, and the wind pen under the moon is ruthless.
A glass of sake is drunk alone, and half a volume of remnants falls into a lonely sleep.
The 07th song is lonely and cold, and the autumn wind withers at night.
Wenshan flowers in all seasons are like the sea, and the boat in the ink sea is like spring.
The 08th fragrant ink case soothes the chest, and the moon melts the wine cup to refresh the heart and spleen.
A little bit of my heart has been written, and how many past events have sunk.
The 09th yellow leaf floated and finally sighed, and the red mud was speechless.
Put the pen and push the window to listen to the night rain, and the ink is drunk with the autumn wind.
The 10th bamboo siren sound is in the sky to the moon, and the ancient song of the pine forest is drunk and chanted.
The moon explores the bamboo shadow in the window, and the wind blows the remnants of the ink and pine leaves.
The 11th song of the moon shadow in the window is a poetry dream, and the bookcase is fragrant and the pen and ink are loved.
Where to send the idle book goose words, but appreciate the plum notes.
The 12th flower is full of paper wounds and autumn sentences, and the moon thin incense case is cold and ink soul.
The sky is cold and frosty, thinking about the red furnace, throwing the pen and thinking about the incense at the bottom.
The 13th bamboo flute resounded through the plum blossom night, and the cold moon reflected the blue water sky.
The pen is dustless and quiet, and there is love in the ink.
The 14th song wants to take a literary ladder to pick up the wind and moon, and plant the book mountain with ink forest.
The mountain is high and does not ask about all earthly things, and Mo Ya often writes about the world.
The 15th song is unaccompanied and invites the moon, and the heart sings poems only to Mei.
It is difficult to find poetry, and I want to find an elegant rhyme and drunk cup.
The 16th flying flower falls into the text of Siyuan, and the residual ink lingers with deep artistic conception.
The west wind drank a glass of wine, and waved a thousand words in ink.
The 17th song is difficult to write, Mei is arrogant, and the flute is clear and the sound of bamboo is clear.
Looking at the mountains and rivers, the world is full of emotion, and the world is full of conscience.
The 18th flower note piece is fragrant, and Yamo dots it as you like.
Thousands of miles of wind and clouds are put into writing, and thousands of autumns and months are in the text.
The 19th book mountain knows how to advance and retreat, and the sea of literature rises and falls.
Feng Cheng must try the sword, and he is full of plans.
Snow paper plum composition, frost moon into poetry.
The pen inherits the spring and autumn rhyme, and the ink dyes the love of heaven and earth.
The 20th leaves fall and the green mountains are thin, and the branches are sparse and the autumn moon is cold.
The pen calls for wind and rain, and pushes the window to peek at the moon.
The ink dyes the bamboo in the west window, and the wind sings in the autumn of the north mountain.
The breeze gives birth to a wonderful pen, and the elegant rhyme shows a clear heart.
The 21st flute does not seek intonation, but is proud.
The music does not seek melody, and it is elegant.
Drink without persuasion, and have fun.
The article does not seek to be gorgeous, but simple and true.
The 22nd song of the window flower knows the night, and the poem looks for the fragrance of plums.
Linping thinks of friends, and thank you for your friends.
The cool breeze blows the dusk drums, and the cold rain hits the plantains.
The moon is drunk and the poetry banquet is a guest of the stars.
The 23rd poem traces the events of the millennium, and the text traces the eternal love.
Moon photo ideas, frost and loneliness.
The flowers are melancholy, and the cups are empty.
The spring and autumn of the Internet is short, and the affection in front of the screen is deep.
The 24th song is sparse when the snow is clear, and the river waves and crescent moon are accompanied by dusk.
A lonely boat leaves with the flowing water, watching the moonlight shine brightly.
The writer sits alone under the book window, and the light snow is not cold.
The green lantern is a companion for the book and a friend, and the red stove is full of warm wine.