If Na Whelan:
Iraqis don't have to talk about vicissitudes, but they will taste each other.
Proud and simple, the heart of the cloud longs for poetry.
In front of the Buddha, a violet is elegant, and the word is fragrant.
What happened to the sugar-coated cannonball?
My name is right: Lu Qi Shi Xin.
The west wind is rustling, but leaning against the fence, I have never felt cold in my life.
Only red plums and proud snow are as pleasing to the eye as Huang Sui?
Although there are orchids and bamboos among friends, there is no complaint or sigh in my heart.
Ran Ran is young and vigorous, and the poet is willing to be a silver plate.
Lin Zhongshun: Seven Laws? Poetic heart
Autumn lake leaves rippling, ink painting is not surprising.
Throw a pen and concentrate on a vast book, and dial the clouds to see the moon dizzy and blurred.
The wind shakes the bamboo shadow and the fish jumps in Luzhou.
One day without a poem, you will feel sorry. Three meals are just skin and bones.
Big Bob: Seven Laws. Poetic heart
The world of mortals is easy to sigh, but it is difficult to learn from the sea.
Stop water to see the flowers on the bridge, and listen to the rain dreams in the empty mountains.
Homesick for the Ministry of Industry, laughing and enjoying the fallen immortals in the Spring and Autumn Period.
Don't change your face in front of the mirror, your poetic heart is not in this life.
Hermit in Spring City: Poetic Heart
Poems help the world and write articles, then take care of them first.
Worry about youth, advance despite difficulties, and be extremely frustrated.
When the ship sailed on dry shore to see Yun Qi, the sails were as long as rivers and the sky.
Fish swim in the spring night, and the Milky Way dream crane flies frost.
Ji Yang Yu Yi: The Core of Seven Rhythms Poetry
Buddha's voice is full of ambition in Yu Lian, and sandalwood in Peng Ge is moist and purple.
Heroes dry clouds and generous sentences, gentle articles like water.
Hua Zhang Pu Du Cang Shang, Xiu Juan knocks on the secular edge.
The words rhyme with classics, and the music is melodious and soothing.
Huang Ming: Seven Laws? Poetic heart
One? Wen Zi home
Tang, Yin and Song took pains to show their pride and tenderness beside the water.
Hold out poems and express your feelings with ancient meaning.
A thousand bells of Qu wine pass through the garden, and the breeze blows all the way.
Yesterday, I lost my dream and entered the road of writing the next chapter.
Note: Qu liquor refers to the liquor used for flowing Qu water.
Second? Self-mockery improvisation (new rhyme)
Cleverly cut off the beautiful poet and took advantage of the spring breeze to go to sea.
Although there is no ink at the bottom of the pen, I am still ashamed to answer.
Linping and Qihe are literary friends, and good sentences are published as gifts.
It's expensive in front of the moonlight, and it's flashy in all directions.
Note: The fifth sentence is a special sentence, KATTO, koi fish.
Arrow of sadness: the seven laws. Poetic heart
Poetic heart may be difficult to calm down, with one thought of depression and one thought of vitality.
Things have changed a lot, and the vegetation in the mountains has withered and flourished.
There is no need to scratch your head, you can wait for the moon.
I'm not used to the impermanence of gathering and parting, but I'm also sad and happy to be with you all the time.
Misty and rainy: seven laws. Poetic heart
When I was pregnant with a child, I was addicted to reading chanting books.
Sing a whisper, have a dream, forget all about eating and sleeping, and find your own ideas.
Time flies so fast that we have to live alone.
The stars are withered, the face is poor, and poetry is sent away from troubles.
Mu Yijun: Seven Laws and Poetic Heart
Poetry and books spend a lot of time talking and laughing about the past and the present.
If you dream for the rest of your life on earth, you will find yourself very tired.
Wind, flowers, snow and the moon are full of happiness and sadness.
Proud of the world of mortals, longsangsong is a water dragon.
Aisi: Seven Laws. Poetic mind
The heart of poetry does not change its bitter pursuit, but seeks the source and the white.
Romantic dialogue, smooth and romantic.
Emotion breeds colorful words, and sweat breeds national quintessence.
Chinese and foreign countries recite each other, and the echo fills the air in tall buildings.
Grass: Seven Rhymes and Poetic Heart (New Rhyme)
The cold wind swept through the wasteland, and the cold rain was biting.
Roll up the bead curtain to look at the picture and spread out the colored paper to write poems.
The tea color is bright and fragrant, and the words are refined and simple.
Yearning for freshness and elegance, pursuing meaning in your heart.
(Chinese new rhyme)
There is clear snow in the western hills: the poetic heart of the seven laws
Lian kept a clean belly, but his heart was still deeply buried.
A moment that should last forever, love is always cherished.
Qualitative sentences must be clear and clear, and poems must have rich meanings and arrangements.
Zhuo Qing's ci poetry is ethereal and profound.
Fragrant Rose: the Core of Poetry
Sitting alone in the study, reading ancient books, diligently holding wonderful pens, clear pronunciation and mellow voice.
Just for fun, just for fun, and for Gao Huai.
Unintentional fame, quiet inside, the years of love are poetic.
See 3,000 things and enjoy fleeting dreams.
Pan Wei: Seven Rhythms and Poetic Heart (New Rhyme)
Poor heart and thin poetry, flat confrontation, scattered wind.
In the morning, I was dreaming, humming to turn the willow branches green.
In the dead of night, I am also eager to pick mulberry seeds and twist the book of Jin Zijing.
Yu Meiren said that the grass was crossing, and Wang Sun was sitting in the red window listening.
Cold city: the heart of seven rhymes (new rhyme)
Frost China knocks at the door of poetry at dusk, willing to spend the rest of my life for Zhencun.
Spring ink calls through the willow moon, and winter sound sends away the piano by the window.
The railings taste Jiangchengzi, and the dancers cut jade feathers wildly.
I don't feel old in the mirror, and the third code word is very happy.
A lotus flower:
1, seven-rhyme poetic heart (new rhyme)
At the beginning of the night, the lights are fragrant, and the breeze on the moon sends fragrance.
Drunk, singing charming, dancing ecstasy.
Smile like a flower, sleep like a sea.
The world goes with the flow, and the poetic heart is with me.
2, seven laws, poetic heart (new rhyme)
A bright moon shines on Lantian, disturbing acacia for another year.
The white horse is drunk in the spring grass lake, and the old maple is idle in the autumn wind.
The mountain intentionally hides beads and tears, while the flowing water unintentionally plays strings.
The color is illusory, and Zhuang Meng dies.
Liee: Seven Laws and Poetic Heart
The dim moonlight shines in front of the window, so why look for poetry and willow banks?
The dream of traveling is not lonely, but there are still pillows and books to sleep in homesickness.
Travelling north and south, knowing thousands of words, visiting Gu Yan and writing hundreds of articles.
The world floats at will, and you can play thirteen strings at will.
Bright Moon in Spring City: Seven Ways-Poetic Heart (Two Poems)
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Whose sick girl has Bing Xin, chewing her heart and playing the pipa.
In my dream, I recalled two new words, and a cup of fir splashed on my skirt.
Long ancient rhyme poetry, lingering orchid paintings.
Flying snow doesn't know the wish of spring butterfly, but peach blossom is still spring.
Secondly,
Born weak as autumn lotus, alive is afraid of cold.
Song rhyme and Tang sound evoke old dreams, and poetry calls for new words.
Yi yi Cui Liu ting winds around, falling flowers and falling flowers.
A few times, I remembered the piano and harp, and the world was beautiful.
(new rhyme)
Elegance: Seven Laws. Poetic heart
One: ignorance of poetry.
When I first met Jinse when I was a teenager, I read poetry at the Mid-Autumn Festival in August.
The loving father leisurely holds the feather fan, and the child freely plays with the green branches.
Mu Zhi's Tanabata is carefully taught, and Cheng Hao's Qing Ci is an idiot.
I often miss my loved ones in my dreams. That person was so beautiful that day.
Second: a chic and poetic heart.
The yellow rain hits the old phoenix tree, and the porch window is afraid of the north wind.
Xue Rui carved idle leaves, and the cold side was lined with Xiaomei red.
Poetry is drunk and writes thousands of lines of ink, and painting is clear and vivid.
There are few natural and unrestrained people in the world, and the dust heart dreams of a big Jiangdong.
Third: Poetic Red Chamber
Scholar's youth smoked, Yuefu diligent chess pen and ink.
Thin Shadow sings Leng Yue in Xiaoxiang, Feng Xueheng and Fu Qingyun.
Begonia established a club with poetic heart, and chrysanthemum became a topic with pleasant rhythm.
The grand view is elegant, and the boudoir has good words.
Fourth: laugh at yourself.
I often laugh at my stupidity and lack of poetry, and I am addicted to painting cakes and making folk songs.
Don't tune smoke bombs when you are idle, and don't listen to the piano when you are lazy to watch the stream.
A curtain of spring rain is not because of me, and ten miles of peach blossoms are in his forest.
There is no pride in reading evenly, and the words of mediocrity are absolutely unvoiced.
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Brave people and stupid people: seven laws: poetic heart
Heart rhyme sea flower, bitter winter cold summer rainbow.
Poetry and songs depict Fengdan City in spring, and poetry and songs are Yulong Palace in autumn.
The honey collected in Qianshan is pure purple, and friedensreich hundertwasser sinks the boat to avoid mixed red.
I was fascinated by the songs and poems of the Tang Dynasty, and I borrowed Du Li's Dongfeng to dance.
Old Tree: Seven Laws and Poetic Heart
If you don't have pain in your heart, you won't cut poetry, and you will dream of loving your childhood by the pond.
The willow leaves are swaying in the spring breeze, and the lotus pond moonlight shines.
Bow your head and sigh at the shadow, raise your eyes and know your old friends with astrology.
If you let this life slip away, sing, calm down and caress the dust.
Skillfully Speaking Poetic Language: Seven Methods and Poetic Heart
Sitting on the railing and listening to the piano alone at night, the poetry is shallow.
If you want to write new words to get rid of loneliness, first look through the ancient laws and find a bosom friend.
In the storm, I realized everything. In front of the Yellow Crane Tower, I participated in everything.
Yue Ming ruthless Ying Xiao Wo, obsessed with the Tang and Song Dynasties until now.
Autumn is fading away: seven methods, poetic heart
The cold is continuous, and all the trees are withered and cold.
Looking for beautiful scenery among reeds, the setting sun shines in the shadows.
I've been thinking at the window, and I'm still thinking about the wonderful pen on the pillow.
Don't laugh at clumsy new words, the poetic heart is still in its infancy.
Yu Zi: Heart of Seven Rhymes (Two Poems)
First frost geese cross the Chu River, which is the silence of autumn.
Several ducks are wandering, and a boat is walking through the blue waves.
In the Qing Dynasty, cold rain invaded China, and the cold wind of Jin Se entered the jade.
If you ask where there is poetry and painting, it is also sad to lose the lotus and defeat the willow.
The stars have moved, the night is still early, and time is like water frost.
The residual lamp is dim, the roots and branches are cold, the turbid wine is clear, and the pen and ink are lacking.
I suddenly recalled that Lingcheng was named Li Guang, and felt sorry for the old Feng Tang in Hanque.
Cold plum is as red as blood at the end of the year.
Sunshine at Fingertips: Poetic Heart
Warm sun enters the west building, and unsalable new books are repaired alone.
Even lines sometimes hide illusions, and occasionally inadvertently eyebrows.
Fu in the ancient rhyme words, seeking in the agarwood painting.
Unfortunately, Mo Daoping was born, and Shi Xin accompanied me through the Spring and Autumn Period.
Snowflakes: the Heart of Seven Rhymes
Beads are hung on the cornice, and the ink on the sedentary windowsill has dried up.
Why not enjoy Yuanqu alone? You can also study the Tang poetry in detail.
It is easy to know that you are studying during the day, and it is even harder to write if you are afraid of me.
How many spoony words are used up, there should be no regrets.
Autumn marsh and lotus: seven laws, the bitterness and joy of poetic heart
Ask you why you are so crazy, so tired and so heartbroken.
Hard to find a wonderful pen, drunk in the middle of the night.
Dancing with Tang Fengmo and chasing Song Yunxiang every day.
People laugh at inaction and increase fatigue and pain. I have my own beauty.
Short memory blue:
1, seven-rhyme poetic heart (new rhyme)
Iraqis complain about the moon, and the candle shadows shake red and forget the cold at night.
The old fu lingers in the aftertaste at the end of the song, and the new words cook wine and paper.
Seven points slightly drunk lift eyebrow Angle, a poem put pen to paper.
Mo Wen autumn wind cut affair, Ren Shuhai ups and downs.
2, seven laws, poetic mind
Iraqis are generous and tolerant, and bamboo shadows are green and ink-stained.
Mo Wen cut an affair in the autumn wind and only listened to books.
Seven points of drunkenness raise eyebrows, and a poetic heart puts pen to paper.
Old and new words should be the most delicious, and material desires have nothing to do with it.
Athena Chu: Seven Laws-Poetic Heart
Life is precious in having a poetic heart, and obedience to prosperity and decline is golden.
The fog locks the balcony to hide beautiful sentences, and the clouds open the curtain to make the chest happy.
Seek on the clear road, seek beauty and plead in the dream.
The water is vast and the mountains are long and the sun and the moon are long, and the ancient style has a good new rhyme.
Leaves: Heart of Seven Rhymes
Half bright and half dark spend time, looking for it at night.
Silent castle peak long freehand brushwork, noisy world few bosom friends.
The window knocks on the rain and snow, frowning, and the candle shines on poetry.
Elegant rhyme is delicious for a long time, and the journey is bitter.
Snow of surging waves: poetic heart
A bright moon fills the west building, and the flower shadow melts into the stream and flows shallowly.
When you are drunk, you don't rely on springs to get rid of stones. When I woke up, I still rested on the willow boat.
In Bicheng, Castle Peak has a colorful heart, with white water and no sand waves.
Fantasy is poetic, and ordinary fireworks dye the spring and autumn.
Hai Hao: The Heart of Seven Rhymes
I deeply admire the ancient sounds. I met Shi Lan's music and learned songs.
The voice of meditation is always slow, and the screen rhyme is frequently reversed.
The autumn crab leaves turn beautiful, and the winter furnace smells like snow.
It's also a little fun, a cup of tea, a glass of wine and a poem.
Shu Ding: The Heart of Seven Rhymes
Where can I pick up a poetic heart? I am ecstatic and sing everywhere.
I still remember the previous songs, but I didn't expect there to be a bosom friend in this world.
The boat paddled in the water and the pole was thrown into the forest.
If you have nothing to do, just follow around. Why bother to pursue it?
Guo: Seven Laws and Poetic Mind
In the east, the purple air is bright and dense, holding your head and staring at the clouds.
The sea is far away, and the flying herons in the red forest smell it.
Diligently draw idle sentences, rich in poetry and careful in paper.
Years, such as encouragement, are better than friends, and they are happy.
The wind for you: the core of the seven laws of poetry
Autumn, refreshing, touches the heart of poetry, and sings softly when sorrow and joy come.
Who composes music in the drizzle, clouds roll and clouds seek bosom friends.
Pour yourself a glass of peach blossom wine and read Hanlin in your own words.
You can look at the sky and look for it when you are free.
Liee: Seven Laws and Poetic Heart
The breeze is quiet, you can love Huaifang and the moon is soft.
Even if you taste five flavors in a fleeting time, what's wrong with not being drunk for three years?
The poetic heart is rich and long, and the Zen theory is mysterious and leisurely.
A song with a floating rhyme is far away, blowing a dream window and a lotus boat.
Aisi: Seven rhythms. Poetry expresses dreams (new rhyme)
Poetry is trapped in the ocean beach, and blue eyes are even more annoying.
Exotic Sanskrit has no drums, and China tunes are played on the piano.
Mountain people are drunk and leave golden sentences, while ink people praise silver plates.
I want to take the wind to meet the guests from afar. The rooster crows and wakes up with sweet laughter.
Moonlight: Seven Laws? Poetic heart
A wisp of kitchen smoke hangs on the horizon, half like a cloud and half like a fairy.
Weak willows are swaying in the wind, and poplar trees are soaked in the rain.
The cock barks and the dog barks, the firewood flies quietly, and the stove warms people and makes them drunk.
The childlike innocence of forty is still there, and Longquan writes poetry with ink pen.
Boat of Stars: Seven Laws? Poetic heart
I don't like tattoos. I don't like tattoos. Take your time.
Boiled in sweet and sour world flavor tea, hidden in Su Jian's initial heart.
Spring is near, flowers are blooming, winter is deep and elegant, and snowflakes are flying.
How dare Shicheng chase the Tang and Song Dynasties? Garlic coffee can be tasted
Diaoyutai: Poetic Heart
In my dream, butterflies have intimate friends, so where can I find them on my pillow?
Smoke and clouds wear bamboo rain, and the rhythm of the Millennium revolves around the piano.
Who has seen Ji Kang's character? I also sing Li Bai's poems.
The shadow of the sea is gone, and the round moon is the same as today.
Saburo: Seven Laws, A Road to Poetic Mind
The distant mountains are cold and a stream is deep, and the night of frozen silver gauze has sunk.
At this time, heaven and earth are the same as jade grains, and the balcony is looking for pearl forest today.
The wind blows plum blossoms in the guest, and the moon carries the prodigal heart in the rivers and lakes.
What poetry has become particularly self-regulating, and the small window lamp is facing the lonely piano.
Silent monk: the heart of seven rhymes
Under the moon, touching the lyre for no reason, half-hearted and confused.
The shallow night is full of bitter sighs and short songs are melodious and clear.
Zhangtai willow green palace business dial, royal flowers red rhyme down.
Only by reading a few words in the word can we know if there is any sound outside the song.
The night rain is blue: seven methods and poetic heart
Occasionally I dream of entering my home and spending a long time with the fog.
I am a vagrant in the mountain of poetry, and the ocean of words is even more chaotic.
It is difficult to avoid the flatness of rice, but it is easy to participate in the regulation.
There is no need to be afraid of fierce flames, but what about the peak of sword shadow?
Xiaoyao Taichu: Seven Laws? Poetic heart
A lake is full of poetry, and half a paddle is coquettish and chasing water.
Where to find autumn scenery, who to ask for spring scenery.
Hook the years away from the wine, and then turn the years into sorrow.
Invite the drunken sunset cup to steal the rhythm to Zhoutou.
Walking in the clouds: seven laws. Poetic heart
Castle Peak faintly adorns Sha Ou, and Cuibai will also bury old grievances.
The county has stood for thousands of years, and the Minjiang River has been rolling for thousands of years.
Passion is stepping on a horse now, can Top Gun still be lifted?
If you want to ask about poverty, you are surrounded by fog.
Cattle in Autumn: Seven Laws. On Poetic Mind
In the year of the monkey, the sky is vast.
The autumn wind in the hut hammers the skeleton, and the summer rain poems of the iron hoe.
After carefully examining Pingcuo New Village, look for old notes.
The floating kitchen smoke adds artistic conception, and Dai Li is full of interest.
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Special topic of poetry submission in the house of characters
This topic aims to build a first-class brand of poetry, and everyone is welcome to contribute! Both ancient poetry and modern poetry are acceptable.
The Council submitted poetry topics.