Poetry author: Xuewei
Hua Zhanghao, a former guest, has high ambitions,
The best poems are more direct and expressive;
Romantic and drunken poetry When drinking wine,
I use ink and words to compose tea.
Note: Today is my birthday. Friends and sisters on the Internet have written very good poems for me. I I am extremely grateful. To express my respect, I wrote this poem in my humble pen, which is embarrassing! The following are poems from friends and sisters:
My master Huashan Jun wrote: Xuewei’s Birthday Song
A beautiful snowweed is in full bloom, radiant, soft and gorgeous. Colorful couplets are sent to friends, and poems are presented to smiling friends. The birthday cake was served, the birthday candles were lit, the blessings of love, the commitment of the heart, the wishes of love... the beautiful adjectives were poured into my ears. Her voice is sweet, her face is red, and there are endless congratulations and endless love for her. The phone calls are ringing, and the computer is crackling. The descendants are happy, the elders are laughing, the three relatives and six relatives in the bustling crowd are shouting about good health, and the eight drunken neighbors are shouting congratulations with beautiful words. A longevity peach makes people smile, and a bowl of longevity noodles brings endless joy. It's really like that: Xuewei in the ice is as beautiful as the spring light. On the occasion of my birthday, my heart feels at ease, and my youth will always remain beautiful. It’s really that:
Snowweed in the ice is so beautiful,
as beautiful as spring.
My heart feels at ease on the occasion of my birthday.
Youth will always be beautiful.
Written by Mr. Qing Jiangye: Congratulations on Xuewei’s birthday
Snow is flying in the north of Yushan Mountain, and red sleeves are dyed with red flowers in the south of Lingnan.
The wind carries the fragrance of cinnamon thousands of miles away, and the rhyme and poetry travel far and wide.
The one who sings the wind through the grass leaves: Praise for Xuewei
In the middle of the night, without realizing the cold wind, I sing softly and drink carefully to see the heart of the piano.
Plum blossoms, orchids, bamboos and chrysanthemums come to chant leisurely, and there are frequent elegant sounds in the poetry garden.
Note: I am happy to hear that October 21st is my pen pal Xuewei’s birthday. I specially wrote a poem to praise her. It can be regarded as an early birthday gift to her.
Written by Mr. Gucun Liushui of:
After the Mid-Autumn Festival and the Double Ninth Festival, we sigh that the four seasons are flying like a shuttle and welcome the white snow
The osmanthus blooms, the yellow chrysanthemums bloom, thousands of flowers bloom, and even crape myrtles
The eldest sister’s grass of: Congratulations to Xuewei Fangchen
Lifting a golden goblet in the distance to congratulate Fangchen, the screen is filled with joy and good news.
The red leaves of the golden autumn are so affectionate, let’s send them a piece of my heart
The second sister Lily: a gift to my sister Xuewei
The snow dances in thousands of postures in the northern country, and Wei is in full bloom Beautiful Nanning.
The fragrance of flowers in Hanyuan condenses the charm, and the beauty comes from the fragrant and intoxicating colorful screen.
The fourth sister listening to the rain outside the window: He Xuewei’s sister Fangchen
Guilin has beautiful scenery and beautiful pregnant women.
The writing is full of energy and the poetry is full of new meaning.
Envy the talent and handsomeness, and become sisters.
Sisters have the same interests and talk about each other from summer to spring.
The color screen transmits beautiful images, and the network cable connects to clear audio.
The voiceless sound lingers around the painted beam and cannot be heard for three days.
Talk to each other when you are troubled, and sing to each other when you are free.
The chanting is wonderful, and the laughter is frequent.
Now that I have a close companion, my happiness is so real.
Sisterhood is so important, I will always remember it.
Fifth sister Qinghe’s: A birthday poem for Sister Xuewei
Literary talent and interest are aroused, and Bailing sings gracefully in the forest.
Occasionally, a wisp of breeze calls, and the colorful wings lightly fly into the universe
My little sister, a wisp of breeze: Sister He Xuewei Fangchen
Hanjiang September Lu Feixue
The garden is still crawling with crape myrtle
A bustling tree sends its fragrance secretly
The courtyard is filled with bright clouds
Snow is the body and bone, jade is the soul
The subtle shadows of the vine reflect the traces of the moon
Looking for quatrains on the silver screen
Reciting poems and poems to the golden bottles