Poems on March 8 Women's Day

The first is a poem by a famous scholar.

Xenophobia? Wing Chun (the feeling of March 8 Women's Day coming)

Yan Zi came back in another spring,

Think twice about your relatives during the festive season.

Laugh and laugh in the morning,

Celebrate the countryside at home and abroad.

Wonderful plan, grand plan, elegant rhythm,

The breeze and drizzle moistened the mountain village.

The singing and dancing of birds and dogs are infinite.

The wind and waves are full of green

The color of emerald adds joy,

Flowers are gorgeous with beautiful people.

Fangzi reflected in the lake,

The twilight is full of smoke and drunken jade.

Such as painting style, optical fiber, hand dance,

Poetry, rhyme, drunkenness.

Second, Du Changhai Yi

Between golden flowers and colorful clouds, the quality of orchids is not easy.

Waving Fang Qiu like a bright moon, sailing romantically.

Third, literary friend Clivia (written on March 8)

March 8 eulogizes beautiful women, and shoulders glow for half a day.

Don't fall behind men, * * * paint grand plans and write China.

Fourth, talented women are proud of snow and cold plum. III.8 International Women's Day

Female heroes have a reputation, and their soft shoulders hold up half the sky.

Who says women can't be weapons? There are many wise men in China.

Five, talented woman Qing Ying Xian Xiang Huan Sha Ci

After drinking a glass of wine in the rain, Dong Jun got drunk and picked up the old curtains.

Beauty is still sleepy.

Smoke and water are a curtain of mountains and mountains, and streams and winds seek dreams.

The original intention was read in the voice of Qingyang.

Sixth, a song by Jia Hanping.

peasant woman

From March 8 to Taohuakai,

Rural women hold up half the sky.

Career and family. Yeah,

Xiangfu teaches children for another year.

Work hard and complain about the four seasons,

Green tea and light rice are bitter and sweet.

The world because of your love,

There are thousands of charming faces.

7. Avenue (Twilight 77 Lesbian Name String)

Fang Jing in life, Chun Mei in the second degree, beginning of spring in Sanjiang, and Liu Yin in all directions;

Yuhua in five lakes, Liulixin, Danxia in seven colors, all around;

Nine summer tree powder, ten colors, a hundred years of Deng Zhen. Yu Juan is thousands of miles away;

Wanpin, Yiju, Bibo Hailing, honorary crown Zhen;

Qu Feng Deng Yong, colorful and smiling, is very happy with Ke Mei;

The scenery is less plum, the festive industry is plum, enchanting and elegant, and the beauty is in the world;

Equality between men and women, all the best and a happy family!

Eight, talented woman Fan Anping (Anqing)

On the occasion of the grand event, the ship headed east.

Spring flowers are warm on the face, and the morning sun shines red.

Wu Tiandi was attracted, and Chu blew it.

I still talk about pavilions and bamboos, and high festivals don't take credit.

Nine, Gong Lu Sha Yue teacher Yuan Yu:

Poetry gathers three shadows, and spring is clear.

Ten lotus dreams are hot, and the four wild bamboos are frosty and red.

The heroic spirit is full of Yun Ni, and the feeling is broken.

Grateful for Bao Dajie, weak morality makes contributions.

X. Rain Eagle (Seven Laws * 38).

Spring returns to the earth, and the festival is full of charm.

Mei's wife appeared on the ridge, and the apricots on the hillside were full of pupils.

Happy women are angels, frustrated boys are coolies.

May the world bloom for a long time, and I am glad to see the beauty of dusk.

Xi。 Li, President of Tongquetai Poetry Society

Mr. Zheng's Rhyme also discusses the Dongting Forum of China's female poetry.

When the flowers bloom by the river, the beads round and cough.

Xue jianqing rose to ink, and Xie Nv's poems were cut.

Do you want to continue to heartbroken and sing the words of washing jade?

Knowing the bright moon in Jingchu in the distance, sing a standard tonight.

12. Zheng (China Dongting Women's Forum)

Dongting talks a lot, and it is the time to enjoy peaches.

Jingchu sweeps the eyebrows, and the poems of famous ladies in Jin and Qin Dynasties.

Thinking about new Yuefu, I send my love to Zhi Zhu's Ci.

The flourishing party has no me, and the altar sings a flag.