Yan Guiliang Poetry Solitaire Competition (Total Issue 82)
Nalan Huiruo:
1. "Yan Gui Liang·Li Yun"
The sun and moon in spring, summer, autumn and winter. Ask who recites kindness.
When we meet and smile, we meet two Kunluns. Say goodbye to the past and settle the differences.
Cooking tea with plum blossoms and snow, the ancient charm of carving dragons, the screen also produces fluid. Enjoy the feasting and lazy listening. Simplify the complex and plow the clouds.
2. "Yan Returns to Liang, Abandoned at First Heart"
Lao Yan flew around the painting hall separately. The dream is still a lie.
The colorful clouds chase the moon and recall the time. Peach blossom noodles, one by one.
A bit of innocence, a bit of original intention, and a sharp tongue. New words fill half of the furnace. Look for good lines and long rhymes.
Yuzi: Swallows Return to Liang, Spring Thoughts
Swallows come on the new green branches. Tsing Yi at the bottom of the hanging box.
The wind blows several times in Pinglan. Old sleeves, cherish the spring time.
Among the Yi Lao people in the mountains, which family worshiped the prime minister, and how many pens declined? Yun Chuang recited poems about pistil flowers. Sell ??wine and forget about others’ ridicule.
Zhang Chengyu: Yangui Liang · Barrier-Free
The winding paths and long bridges all want to be level. The strength of character versus Yuncheng. The jade steps are so steep that it is difficult to walk. After hesitating, he asked who would greet him.
As the west tower gradually goes up, you can lean on the east window, and don’t fight on the wrong road. Why not have thousands of layers at the foot of the mountain? The heart is not hindered and the love is long-lasting.
Ai Si: Yan Gui Liang. Thoughts on the poems of Tsinghua professor Zhang Chengyu
Chengyu’s poems are like a cup of tea, the fragrance overflows and intoxicates thousands of families.
The profound and graceful writing is full of flowers. The book writes about dusk rain and draws the morning glow.
Happy search for rhymes, Shu Mei’s allusions, and you can look them up at your fingertips. Inherit the essence of Chinese culture and travel to the ends of the world. Promote righteousness and praise China.
Big old Bao: Yan returns to Liang. Late spring
The wild grasses are luxuriant and Du Yu cries. The short pavilion willow holds the clothes. Colorful poplar catkins fall into the clear pond. See the flowers and butterflies dancing gracefully.
The beauty is exhausted, the three springs are getting old, and the return swallows have mud in their mouths early. In front of the bottle, a poem about Begonia was written. Homesickness is far away and the moonlight is late.
Jiyang Yuyi: Swallows return to Liang? Cherish the time
The purple swallows peck at the shallow water when they return. Dancing in the green forest.
Fangfei is rich and refreshing. Long sucking, drunken heart.
Yunshang and the moon shadow. Qionglou's music is graceful. Singing to spend the night. Spring is fleeting and I want to enjoy the present. Cherish the moment and cherish the time.
Purple Dream: Swallow Returns to Liang. Remembering the Journey to Qianfo Mountain
It was deep rain and snowfall when we walked to the mountain. The travelers gradually return.
I also went to Yunya alone. Ren Lanluo, pure dust tired.
The trees are covered with ice edges, lean forward and taste it slowly, it is as sweet and crisp as cold fermented rice. Three thousand green steps passed through Lin Kuma. As far as the eye can see, everything is faint.
Chen Chen:
1. "The Swallow Returns to Liang, the First Sunny After the Rain" (Chinese New Rhythm)
The rain moistens the mire and washes away the thick mud. Just cool and gentle. The hibiscus blooms shyly. The leaves are blooming and harvesting.
The haze disperses and the river wrinkles. Lift your feet and wade in the stream. Watch the boat ride on the dark green mountains. Cloud footprints, wandering around.
2. "Yan Gui Liang: Fireworks on Earth"
Dogs bark and sheep bleat around wooden posts. Like a green battlefield. New mud and dew are like a hotbed. What's more, the morning light is great.
My brother is doing takeout, working hard and knowing that he is happy and healthy. Diesel rice sauce vinegar tea aroma. Have a good meal and wish you a long life.
The music: Yan returns to Liang
The smoke of willows is leaning towards the thatched cottage. It's like a beautiful lady who can explain the language.
The lazy spring breeze and the lazy day are passing by. The fluff is fluttered and the silk is wrapped around.
Thinking of Xie Nu from afar, the color of Yaoyao should be better than a good article. Now I still recall the fragrance between my fingers, the pearls falling, and a few more lines.
Reading in the Deep Willow: Swallows Return to Liang · Congratulations on the Wedding
Two swallows circle the middle hall with mud in their mouths. Nesting in beams. The air is clear and the scenery is beautiful. It’s a good time. What's more, the meaning is deep.
Children and young girls, with young swallows wrapped around their knees, playing the sheng happily. Congratulations from relatives and friends. On your wedding day, may your wishes last forever.
The breeze does not wait for the bright moon: Yan returns to Liang
The breeze blows the wheat fields. Stroll through the blue sky.
The bees are flying and the butterflies are dancing in the spring. There is a lot of fighting, and there is a lot of greenery.
The peach blossoms are pink and the hearts are full of green, and tourists stop and watch. The Spring Garden is full of scenery every year. It contains strange species and enjoys joy.
A brave man returns to foolishness: Yan Gui Liang·Qingming sacrifices to father and filial piety, family gathers four generations together
Sacrifice to father, Qingshan dream surrounds Liang. Afraid and disloyal.
The wine is mellow and the tea is fragrant at night. Stars twinkling, remembering time.
The roots are the same, the sky is different, and generations have comforted the high hall. Paukphaw wakes up and talks like a spring. Blood thick water, Ji Xuanhuang.
Dragon Man: Yan Returns to Liang - Crossing the Wumen Bridge in the West Mountain
A flying flower makes spring less beautiful and makes people more sad.
Passengers often sail on the lake. Now it is, without a trace.
Smoky mountains and clear waters, fragrant flowers and white butterflies, lonely against the idle clouds. The best time has to wait until the epidemic subsides. Take the remaining wine to Wumen.
Danshui Xueye: Yan returns to Liang. Renxinhui
Tossing and turning, the night is not yet young. His eyebrows furrowed as if he was heartbroken.
Dawn faces the light with a bare face. What's more, the dew is slightly cool.
The land of China has its roots in the world, and I am willing to discuss it with you. It is difficult to prevent the ups and downs of disaster. There is a way for everyone, don’t hesitate.