Yang Wanli's works in Nanhai
I didn't stop at the end of the world, I passed through Meizhou.
I can't get used to riding fat horses all my life, but I have to teach thin cows when I am old.
In my dream, I cooked a cutter head in surprise and promised to give it to me before spring.
There is still more than one bottle in the evening, and I am anxious to break my worries.
Modern poetry
Mei is in Meizhou (group poems)
Francis Gao
The sound of plum blossoms in full bloom
It's the sound of hooves coming from the ancient Central Plains.
Awaken the desolation and humidity of the barbarian land
Awaken the dreams and dignity of heroes on the migration road.
It's the wind of the Tang Dynasty and the rain of the Song Dynasty.
The joys and sorrows of Meiguan Ancient Post Office
A faint fragrance wafted in, as warm as ever.
This is a folk song that turns mountains into water.
Arouse a pot of nostalgia.
Hakka children drink like water.
Poems by Huang Zunxian and Song Xiang.
Yellow land has been stirring for thousands of years.
This is the wisdom and firmness of Ye Shuai's brow.
Make brilliant plans and win battles thousands of miles away.
It is the hunting wind on the lintel of Academician Square.
It's the sound of books in Dongshan Academy.
for a long time ...
It's Mei in the south, Mei in Meizhou.
Bloom in our hearts.
The sound of flowers, full of
Bitter fragrance
Mei is in Meizhou
In the south of the south.
Meizhou, the Last Plum Blossom
May, like a woman who washed away all the lead.
More noble and firm.
See rigidity in flattery and rigidity in softness.
Red plums are in full bloom and fragrant.
Thin, hard plums
Turn the cold into the most touching flower.
May is like a hero walking alone.
Thin and powerful. Stand upright
In the cold light of winter
Such as the fate of Hakkas, the more washed, the brighter.
May. A woman at the forefront of the season
Passion is like a hidden fire.
How many cold trembling hearts have been warmed?
Mei is from a poem by a great man.
Stand in front of us
It's a hundred years.
At dusk, the tidal pond in ancient Miri, Malaysia.
The distant mountains are like Dai, and the villages are silent.
Plum blossoms are everywhere, shining like stars.
A fresh scent.
Stretch for miles
At this time, this scene, the majestic sunset.
Also become gentle and shy.
A group of happy people
From the ancient plum tree
Take off the incense lamp
They are singing and laughing, towards the distant.
Find someone you love.
Holding a plum blossom, I remember again.
An old couple I met on the road.
Snuggling on the threshold, looking sad.
Yes, those as quiet as plum trees.
People, the heart must be full.
Warm feelings, warm love
Reference 1 Yang Wanli's poems in Yongmei
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Reference 2 Meizhou First Poetry Competition-List of Winning Works
Link http://www.mzsky.cc/wenjuan/Mzpoetry/finally.html