A collection of Arctic Spring Poems? Arctic Jun s poem about spring, a little bit of fashion?

Ten ancient poems, the modern metrical poems of the Arctic Jun about spring.

1.Yuchun (c).

At the beginning of the blue day, the clouds and flowers are warm, and there is only one to render the sky.

The blazing ice is clear and wants to cross the water, and the spring breeze does not understand the cold of February.

A collection of poems by the Arctic King.

2.Yuchun (2).

Wake up a few magpies early in February, and the mountains are still colorless.

The east wind does not care about the frost and snow, only the tung flowers smile and the jade spring.

A collection of poems by the Arctic King.

3.Thoughts of love. Who sends 30,000 silks of spring, and there is no acacia in the peach blossoms.

There is no chance on the other side of the world, and there is love at hand.

Arctic Jun 2003 work.

4.Yanghua blooms in early spring, no glamor, no fragrance, no makeup.

Falling into lovesickness, who will pity the vicissitudes of flowers?

A collection of poems by the Arctic King.

5.At night, go to the small building alone and dip the incense at night, looking at the bright moon and clouds.

Tears fall under the rain of tung flowers, and the spring breeze is sad together.

A collection of poems by the Arctic King.

6.Daytime.

- Dream Li Bai swims in the Yellow River.

The lonely boat crossed thousands of sails and crossed thousands of mountains.

Pure day often thinks of twilight, blue drunk clouds and sky.

Poetry of the Arctic King.

7.Flowers without magpies.

Magpies love flowers without magpies, and spring streets are like guests, day and night.

Affectionate people are always hurt ruthlessly, how many infatuated guests are sad?

Arctic Jun's poem "Flower without Magpie".

8.There is a long sorrow.

Dream Li Bai climbed Mount Tai.

The word sorrow is a thousand miles on the head, and the melancholy is three thousand long.

At this time, it was already at the top of the mountain, and the clouds were five hundred towns under his feet.

A collection of poems by the Arctic King.

9.New tea, old dreams.

The fragrant tea and jade cup spring is exciting, who will meet in the three lives?

Take advantage of this residual warmth to catch the new moon and ambition to wash away the old dreams

A collection of poems by the Arctic King.

10.Heavy snow.

Do the dream white, and wish the snowflakes bloom.

It's all because the wind is tight, blowing down the sleeping gimbal.

1.Yuchun (c).

At the beginning of the blue day, the clouds and flowers are warm, and there is only one to render the sky.

The blazing ice is clear and wants to cross the water, and the spring breeze does not understand the cold of February.

A collection of poems by the Arctic King.

2.Yuchun (2).

Wake up a few magpies early in February, and the mountains are still colorless.

The east wind does not care about the frost and snow, only the tung flowers smile and the jade spring.

A collection of poems by the Arctic King.

3.Thoughts of love. Who sends 30,000 silks of spring, and there is no acacia in the peach blossoms.

There is no chance on the other side of the world, and there is love at hand.

Arctic Jun 2003 work.

4.Yanghua. In early spring, the towering poplars bloom, no glamorous, no fragrance, no makeup.

Falling into lovesickness, who will pity the vicissitudes of flowers?

A collection of poems by the Arctic King.

5.At night, go to the small building alone and dip the incense at night, looking at the bright moon and clouds.

Tears fall under the rain of tung flowers, and the spring breeze is sad together.

A collection of poems by the Arctic King.

6.Daytime.

- Dream Li Bai swims in the Yellow River.

The lonely boat crossed thousands of sails and crossed thousands of mountains.

Pure day often thinks of twilight, blue drunk clouds and sky.

Poetry of the Arctic King.

7.Flowers without magpies.

Magpies love flowers without magpies, and spring streets are like guests, day and night.

Affectionate people are always hurt ruthlessly, how many infatuated guests are sad?

Arctic Jun's poem "Flower without Magpie".

8.There is a long sorrow.

Dream Li Bai climbed Mount Tai.

The word sorrow is a thousand miles on the head, and the melancholy is three thousand long.

At this time, it was already at the top of the mountain, and the clouds were five hundred towns under his feet.

A collection of poems by the Arctic King.

9.New tea, old dreams.

The fragrant tea and jade cup spring is exciting, who will meet in the three lives?

Take advantage of this residual warmth to catch the new moon and ambition to wash away the old dreams

A collection of poems by the Arctic King.

10.Heavy snow.

Do the dream white, and wish the snowflakes bloom.

It's all because the wind is tight, blowing down the sleeping gimbal.

A collection of poems by the Arctic King.

Jasmine Song, jade branches, dew, butterflies, bee dances, wandering together.

Dedicated to those who know the red dust and leave the fragrance all over the world.

Arctic Jun's poetry collection "The Light Wings of Autumn".

1."Falling Away".

--Excerpt from the poetry collection of Arctic Jun.

Afternoon in the city of Beijing.

There is a very clean sky.

The footsteps have also become calm.

With a hint of wind in early autumn, it throbbed.

Closely follow the cold waiting.

Don't want to wave at the appointment.

I have to keep it, keep it.

Wait until the gust of wind makes the leaves fall.

Wait until the thoughts drift past autumn.

Wait until the geese cross my worries.

I have to keep it, keep it.

Arctic Jun's poem "The Light Wings of Autumn".

2."Leave the past and cry in the autumn rain".

--Excerpt from the poetry collection of Arctic Jun.

"Leave the past and cry in the autumn rain".

Stray shoes.

Still blurry.

Go back and see if you can still find it.

Go forward, are you still empty, and your heart is still pure?

Arctic Jun's poem "The Light Wings of Autumn".

3."Autumn Light Wings".

--Excerpt from the poetry collection of Arctic Jun.

I got drunk in the fall.

The leaves of each tree.

It's all my tears.

The wind took away the last shred of my warmth.

The leaves are flying one by one.

More tears.

Nor can I surround you.

How many tears I have.

Feel free to wave at will.

Swaying, drifting.

Withered in the autumn wind.

I could only shed tears softly.

Gently fall and fly. Let love get used to this heartbreak.

Arctic Jun's poem "The Light Wings of Autumn".

4."Fly Gently".

--Excerpt from the poetry collection of Arctic Jun.

"Fly Gently".Slowly withered.

No more tears.

There is no taste of summer.

I am a yellowish leaf.

Lost time.

Lost the moistness of the lips.

I can also get drunk one last time.

Only one last heartbreak.

To know, I know, you know.

I'm about to fall.

The concrete floor of the city.

To fly, for you, for your last tear.

I smashed myself to pieces.

Arctic Jun's poem "No Miracle Will Happen in Thought".

5."The Last Tear".

--Excerpt from the poetry collection of Arctic Jun.

What would I do without you?

I don't distinguish between night and day.

I wandered in numbness.

There is no end to the day.

I can't find the side of the night.

I had no sense of direction.

Because all thoughts are directed towards you.

I'm still at the end of the day.

The night has found you.

If you die.

If you die, I will be buried, with tears, with my soul, with my body.

I'll call down the falling leaves.

Gently buried in our bodies.

When the last fallen leaves.

It hasn't covered the power of I love you yet.

I will also wake up the beautiful snowflakes and continue to bury them.

Bury my love to you alone.

At that time my body withered and my heart was exhausted.

My soul is scattered, and I still have a tear to keep.

Let it flow to the corners of your eyes and nourish your heart.

Because it also brings me a word.

It's just: I really, really love you so much.

In the next life, we have been together since the first tears.

Never again.

Arctic Jun's poem "No Miracle Will Happen in Thought".

The moon falls and the sky is full of frost, and the river is sad and sleepy.

"Autumn in My Arms".

"Autumn in My Arms".

The green geese to the south. White clouds to the north.

Fallen leaves knock on the back of the goose.

Fallen leaves smash the tears of the clouds.

My parting lover.

The past is in the east. Time is in the West.

Who will stay in the story.

Who will stay together in the future.

Autumn shook the dew of the morning, and the sound of logging drifted out of the valley.

Put down the sickle that has eaten the fragrance of rice, and use the back basket to fill the bamboo hedge with fat Inhabit the farmhouse in autumn.

Cast a round net into the cold mist of the river, and collect the shadow of the blue bream-like black tree leaves.

The reeds were laden with hoarfrost, and the small oars of the mooring were gently rocked.

Autumn game on a fishing boat.

The grass and fields are more open to the sound of crickets.

The water of the stream has dried up, and the stones have become clearer.

Where is the sound of the flute on the back of the ox, the flute hole full of the incense and heat of the summer night?

Autumn dreams in the eyes of the shepherdess.

1] Autumn's heart wings.

Autumn mood.

Like a pair of wings that have been released.

Let pleasant feelings fly.

The sky is higher and bluer.

I don't have any wandering in the wider sky.

Follow the direction of the wind.

Forward free wandering.

2] Afternoon maple leaves.

Late autumn sun.

Bloodshed and stained red.

Afternoon maple leaves.

Take this residual heat.

Put it in an envelope.

Send it to the colder nights.

Ten ancient poems, the modern metrical poems of the Arctic Jun about spring.

1.Yuchun (c).

At the beginning of the blue day, the clouds and flowers are warm, and there is only one to render the sky.

The blazing ice is clear and wants to cross the water, and the spring breeze does not understand the cold of February.

A collection of poems by the Arctic King.

2.Yuchun (2).

Wake up a few magpies early in February, and the mountains are still colorless.

The east wind does not care about the frost and snow, only the tung flowers smile and the jade spring.

A collection of poems by the Arctic King.

3.Thoughts of love. Who sends 30,000 silks of spring, and there is no acacia in the peach blossoms.

There is no chance on the other side of the world, and there is love at hand.

Arctic Jun 2003 work.

4.Yanghua. In early spring, the towering poplars bloom, no glamorous, no fragrance, no makeup.

Falling into lovesickness, who will pity the vicissitudes of flowers?

A collection of poems by the Arctic King.

5.At night, go to the small building alone and dip the incense at night, looking at the bright moon and clouds.

Tears fall under the rain of tung flowers, and the spring breeze is sad together.

A collection of poems by the Arctic King.

6.Daytime.

- Dream Li Bai swims in the Yellow River.

The lonely boat crossed thousands of sails and crossed thousands of mountains.

Pure day often thinks of twilight, blue drunk clouds and sky.

Poetry of the Arctic King.

7.Flowers without magpies.

Magpies love flowers without magpies, and spring streets are like guests, day and night.

Affectionate people are always hurt ruthlessly, how many infatuated guests are sad?

Arctic Jun's poem "Flower without Magpie".

8.There is a long sorrow.

Dream Li Bai climbed Mount Tai.

The word sorrow is a thousand miles on the head, and the melancholy is three thousand long.

At this time, it was already at the top of the mountain, and the clouds were five hundred towns under his feet.

A collection of poems by the Arctic King.

9.New tea, old dreams.

The fragrant tea and jade cup spring is exciting, who will meet in the three lives?

Take advantage of this residual warmth to catch the new moon and ambition to wash away the old dreams

A collection of poems by the Arctic King.

10.Heavy snow.

Do the dream white, and wish the snowflakes bloom.

It's all because the wind is tight, blowing down the sleeping gimbal.

A collection of poems by the Arctic King.

Snow of the Sky ve by Arctic King.

That is, to come to the world as a guest.

A hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye.

A few things to sleep in peace.

Several times I was drunk and didn't want to wake up.

Never stumble. Thousands of nights that miss you.

The sky is like indifference, and the heart is like snow.

Drink up the desolation, this love is fire.

Exclusive tea and drink with the years.

The feeling of warmth and coldness in the world.

Arctic Jun's poetry collection "If Two Snowflakes Meet".

If two snowflakes meet.

ve Arctic King.

In the winter. A white hand.

Whether or not there is a desire to touch.

Another trembling heart.

If two bosom snowflakes meet.

Even in the spring.

I'd do both. Even if you can't fly to the earth.

I melted.

I will also use tears.

Embrace your freshly damp heart.

Arctic Jun's poetry collection "If Two Snowflakes Meet".

Forget the wings that fly.

ve Arctic King.

Open in the cold winter months.

Float and let life fall to the ground.

Piece by piece.

Forget the wings that fly.

Fresh scent.

White stamens.

A quilt that spreads the earth.

Packed with dusty memories.

Let the night fall asleep slowly.

Arctic Jun's poetry collection "If Two Snowflakes Meet".

Cold Moon ve Arctic Jun.

Boundless skyline.

It was so quiet that there was no news of the wind.

A cold moon. Wake up in the snow.

Slowly rise. Leave a trail of light.

At this time, heaven and earth are pure.

The moon and snow balance the temperature.

The colors are divided equally.

Arctic Jun's poetry collection "If Two Snowflakes Meet".