In the cold and snowy forest, agate is red and jade is fragrant.
Qiongzhi is full of clouds, and the feet of rain fly obliquely to Zhu Huoming.
The lonely sandbar is broken by geese, and the ghost mountain is misty.
The poor little thing burned ice last night, and it was glowing all over, rising day by day.
Apple dream
Fusang came to Haidong, originally from Marshal Guoguang.
The Summer Purple Cup should be revealed by the bluebirds in the sea.
Yuehua cream is really delicious, and the scenery is all right.
Always work hard for the people, after years of jade pile.
Jingning apples are ripe.
Once a year, the branches are golden.
Color, breath and fragrance are far away, describing the richness of snow and the brightness of muscles.
Pick agates to recommend gardens and change green grass to reward old farmers.
Chou He people go to great pains to laugh at Lu Sheng in their dreams.
Jingning Apple Song
In the long dry season, Deshun Ayangchuan.
The ancient yellow land is now Yuzhitian.
Born with diligence and self-cultivation, it is difficult to adjust the bitter cold through floods and droughts.
I'm a hundred years old, so preoccupied that my head is worn out.
Fortunately, after Nanshan released his horse, he sang a rooster and millet show.
Thirty years ago, apples were fragrant and there were many dripping pills.
Men and women are busy with farming, and Weng Wei has no leisure.
Cutting day is not bad.
The spring breeze is full of pear blossoms, and the butterfly dance bees fly over the cliff.
Autumn dew, thousands of villages, ziyun cars, crowing magpies, scattered noisily.
Guests from Jincheng came with chickens and millet, and people from the sea knocked on the fence.
There are agates in the jade palace garden and grapes in the luminous cup.
Carrying joy, I rushed to a crimson, laughing and singing shallow enchanting.
One mu of land is worth 10 thousand yuan, and ten mu of land is a good year.
Children go to school, and Nair is the champion.
Poor and rich, the villa is surrounded by moss.
Don't ask if there is a road in Taoyuan and where the Wuling tobacco trees come from.
Sparse apple blossoms
Lv Yun disturbs Qian Shan, and a hundred miles of flying flowers rise to the wild plains.
Cut the red snow in Gan Tang, and the powder will be broken in late spring.
The wasp is crying, and the bluebird is crying.
Don't worry about the farmer's hands, Qiu Lai is full of trees.
Jingning apple hymn
one
It is not easy to carry the wind and frost. Huaguoshan is a farm.
The cultivated jade makes people haggard, and the golden dream has never stopped.
The sea can be connected with agate, and the end of the world can pass the card.
Who from the building to the shoulder, boil wine mud furnace to pay the cold.
two
Yellow chickens peck millet, autumn fat, pottery fence to see flowers.
The fragrant wind, the children are laughing and the mangroves are flying.
The proprietress pours sake, and the Confucian merchants in the western city set up a stage.
It's a good idea to get together to meet the snow and look at each other every year.
Women in neighboring counties are carrying apple bags.
The flowers are gone, the wind blows, and the sweaty clothes come.
Luofu has no purple, and there are peach cheeks at the head of the stream.
No one can see it when it is cut into agate, but the cloud can't be called back.
Bright eyes have waved in the mountains.
Autumn in the mountains
one
In the clear autumn, cold dew fell, and Ban Long recovered.
Golden fruit in hand, the setting sun shines on the chrysanthemum god.
The green magpies are making a mess among the fences, and the old birds are singing in the market.
Go back and think about Ling Tao and live in seclusion without any worries.
two
During the reign of Ji Cheng Xi, there were five political parties in Iwamura.
Yellow flowers are wet and fragrant with red fruits.
I am proud of the magpies in the workshop and linger on the sheep.
I don't know how bitter men and women are, but they carry a lot of money at dusk.
three
The home is haggard and damaged, and the mountain roads are coherent.
Plant lantian jade and collect agate plates.
The wind and frost are rich in flavor, and cinnabar is carved in sequence.
Sex is like yellow flowers, and glory is self-declining.
Ode to wild chrysanthemum
one
Yellow flowers are lonely and fragrant, like the old year.
Ling Tao doesn't know where to go, but he can return to the battlefield when the time is right.
two
Frost drinks are clear and clear, reflecting the fragrance of mountains.
Shame and Huang Chao have the same surname, and Baiyun is full of people.
three
Ten thousand kinds of depression start to look at you and spend all your money with a smile.
The heart of the country is not afraid of cold fences, and the festival is as long as people.
Qiu Zhiye
Smoke village faint to the mountain home, dream chicken across the wild cliff.
The frost is like a flower, and the jade muscle is like a glow.
When the rotary tiller rings, dew magpies fly, and whoever sows wheat will be uneasy.
The atmosphere is as clear as Liangyuan wine, and Dongli is drunk and drunk.
Hometown of Harvest Festival
one
Picking golden fruits with plain hands, the autumn sun shines on the distant mountains.
The singer is gentle and graceful, and the dancers are graceful.
The guest asked for a pot of wine, flowers and cigarettes.
The bluebird sent word that Yao's mother should make a comeback.
two
Long dry scenery is good, one year old and one city fragrant.
The red fruit is beautiful, and the corn is in Ayang.
Dance to Qin, song to Hanyuan frost.
Far from the sound of the city, there was an old emperor.
(The above poems were written by Mr. Hou in recent two or three years. )