Pen name yijiang chunshui
Hua Lian Anyi Xi
I don't know how much it is tonight, but Leng Yue is silent and thin. How can I tolerate the decline of Cui and Hong? What I said reflects the old age of Iraqis.
The wind and frost drive away the tears, and the leaves are dust-free and muddy, turning into acacia. Looking around the world, the sea of clouds waterway is everywhere.
Five wonders Yu Ting.
Lying listening to the rain outside the window, dripping on my heart.
Random frequency, shark beads full of turbid eyes.
Seven Jue Yu Ting
The rain is falling in the evening, and I don't want to rest. The sound is like tears, causing leisure.
Life is hard to break, and chicken feathers fly into autumn.
Autumn yin of the seven wonders
It's autumn again, and the cold wind deceives the residual flowers and leaves.
The mountains and rivers are still difficult for people, Pu 'er black tea, Tang poetry and Song poetry.
Seven Stop Autumn Morning Songs
A few wisps of breeze caressed my face, and a round of red sunshine took the lead.
Roses smell good, and it's nice to listen to music leisurely.
About the author:
Yao Feng, female, pen name Yijiang Chunshui, from Jiaokou County, Shanxi Province, is a civil servant. Member of China couplet society, member of China Poetry Research Center and China Poetry Research Association, and executive editor of the county-level magazine Yunmengfeng. Love literature, love words, like to use words to express feelings and soothe the soul. Some works are scattered in some newspapers, magazines and online platforms.