First, the Mid-Autumn Festival full moon
Tonight's full moon, soaked with honey and toxins, is very much like human love. It blooms in heaven and is dusted in hell. Under the moon, above the fallen leaves, your clear eyes are full of tears, looking up at the dreamy starry sky, the moon, the moon, your poem closest to the soul, burning again and again, dying again and again, coming back from the dead again and again, your love and cruelty, embracing the gentle warm light and crying with the roaring autumn wind.
Two. Brief introduction of ice rainbow
Member of Chinese Writers Association, member of Chinese Culture Promotion Association, vice chairman of Jining Writers Association, graduate tutor of College of Literature of Qufu Normal University, honorary president of Langyi Poetry Society of Qufu Normal University, and evaluation expert of Ministry of Education. Presided over or participated in the completion of national social science fund projects, humanities and social science research projects of the Ministry of Education, and provincial social science projects.
His papers, poems, novels and essays are scattered in People's Literature, People's Daily, Wen Yi Daily, China Writers, Appreciation of Masterpieces, Stars and Selected Poems. He has written monographs such as Shandong Literature Research in Consumption Age, Poetry Collection, Rain in Flowers, Holding a Beam of Light, Pastoral of the Sea, Nine Stories of Summer Water, Collection of Works, Ballet of Time, Star of Little Fox, etc.
Third, other poems
Rainbow, wake up on a summer flower, the silver Tianhe is playing cheerful songs, 99 pieces of sea are spitting enchanting waves, which are wonderful on Cupid's arrow cluster, and the burning moon is a palace, storing the freshness of rainbow. Rainbow, scattered shade, moonlight and breeze endow red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple, which clearly roam the footprints of mermaids and connect the whispers and secrets of waves.
Nine colors, blooming bit by bit, opened the silence of the earth, an ancient ballad, blood rose to the moon, with the most beautiful woman's body, the sweetest milk of spring dew, making the water bluer and the mountains greener.
It is the eye of the night, constantly diving along the grass roots and rising along the moonlight. Shui Rou, like autumn, has a pair of rose wings, but it can fly, fly, fly higher than the rainy sky. Take out the running water from the dry river bed, drive out the fat cattle and sheep from the besieged city, and marry the stunning fragrance from a failed peony.