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驶入你的眼眸（红袖添乱） Sailing into Your
Eyes （Hong Xiu Tian Luan）
路过你的天空（墨瑞） Passing through
Your Sky （Mo Rui）
吹燃你的憧憬（天端） Inflame Your
Vision （Tian
Duan）
飘过你的小窗（开心豆豆） Floating by Your
Window （Kai Xing Dou Dou）
到达你的等待（泥鳅儿） Arriving at Your
Waiting （Ni Qiu
Er）
接下你的狠招（自思） Taking on Your
Deadly Strikes（Zi
Si）
你是我错过的处女诗（拈花微笑） Your are My Missed
Virgin Poetry （Nian
Hua Wei Xiao）
推送你的漂流（天端） Pushing your drift （Tian
Duan）
揭开你的蒙面（墨瑞） Uncovering Your
Mask （Mu Rui）
飘过你的回忆（林间青竹） Drifting across
Your Memories （Lin Jian
Qing Zhu）
无声的剑花（林间青竹） The Silent Flower of Sword （Lin Jian
Qing Zhu）
化解你的攻势（灯火阑栅处） Dissolving Your Offense （Deng Huo Lan Shan Chu）
邂逅你的温暖（晴空） Running into Your
Warmth （Qing Kong）
冲过你的厨房（灯火阑栅处） Crossed Your
Kitchen （Deng Huo Lan Shan Chu）
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此组诗的完整PK要点为：
1）倒数第二句点题，第三段的最后一句半点题。
2）第一，二段以“秋夜”，“秋日”起头，第二段的第二句含“借助”，倒数第二句以叠字起头。
3）全诗的最后一句的前两字和第一段最后一句的后两字相呼应。
驶入你的眼眸（红袖添乱）
秋夜是玲珑裸水上的幻帆，
我是风桅上，
那颗清伶的寒星。
秋日的星光难免微弱凄凉，
可能要借助，
江河奔腾的血起航了。
不去寒江钓雪，
不入巴山听雨，
我只想划向你的眼眸深处……
划过思恋的湿润草岸，
划亮有情的人间山水。
徐徐驶进你温柔的眼眸，收桨，
星光凝成一滴水，落入河心。
路过你的天空（墨瑞）
秋夜是抽穗灌浆后的恋爱，
我是旷野中，
那枚遗失的心事。
秋日的往事一定扑朔迷离，
一定要借助，
阡陌纵横的记忆定标了。
也曾春风邂逅，
也曾挚热蓬勃，
我曾经驻在你的天空背后……
有过身体的膨胀崩裂，
有过灵魂的悲欢离合，
冉冉路过你广袤的天空,
坠落，
往事关上一扇门，焚情似火。
吹燃你的憧憬（天端）
秋夜是长途旅行后的梦乡，
我是宿营地，
那顶飘动的蓬帐。
秋日的歌声已够萧瑟苍茫，
不要再借助，
山野冷风的旋律伴唱。
卸去落寞情怀，
放下忧虑行装，
就让我支起你的憧憬火塘……
加进激情的干柴木棒，
喷上浓酒的热烈豪放，
渐渐吹燃你苏醒的憧憬，闪亮，
帐外腾起一团火，照炯目光。
飘过你的小窗（开心豆豆）
秋夜是唐宋远古前的垂裳，
我是凿壁者，
借阅天端的邻光。
秋日的苍空淡隐一抹雁行，
多想要借助，
半盏浊酒来温热愁肠。
拥雪惊觉旧岁
挥毫悄助流光，
我只想倚在你的小窗灯下……
听着寒塘的蛩鸣幽长，
研着案前的墨瑞凝霜。
静静飘过你梦中的小窗，彷徨，
如何飞入书页里，红袖添香。
到达你的等待（泥鳅儿）
秋夜是荒漠里鬼绰的客栈，
我是酒杯里，
那番醉生梦死的情结。
秋日的风声这样催魂夺魄，
何须去借助，
飞沙走石来翻覆天地。
忘不了桃花人面，
忘不了绿水之畔，
放任思念向你的等待阑珊……
跋涉一程枯骨黄沙，
厮拼一场刀光铁马。
幽幽到达你凄切的等待，魂归，
飞血溅起一道虹，灿若桃花。
接下你的狠招（自思）
秋夜是落影马蹄的叮当，
我是风尘外，
那个蒙面的盗贼。
秋日的寂静演绎冷艳冰霜，
片刻凝铸成，
穿越红绸的剑出了鞘。
纵然降龙北冥，
哪怕凌波挪移，
我依然不敌你的狠招突伤……
封住六神无主的穴脉，
退避山寨昔日的高墙。
沉沉接下你致命的狠招，扪心，
强盗丢失了逻辑，何谓轻狂？
你是我错过的处女诗（拈花微笑）
秋夜是挑灯找寻处女诗的太息，
我是往事并不如烟中，
那三千飘荡的华发。
秋日的彩叶漫天翻卷，
群山重重远阔，
夕阳新月相望于东西天角。
卸去半世落寞，
轻弹一身旅尘，
让时间静止在你我凝眸深处……
猛士虽老，童真尤在，
且唤新墨补写那首错过的处女诗。
将我的手伸向你的手，紧握，
任秋风吹你我，天上人间。
推送你的漂流（天端）
秋夜是栖息山涧旁的竹排，
我是浅滩上，
那块系舟的石块。
秋日的等待虽然心切难耐，
总还得借助，
溪水起涨的激情浮载。
深有悬崖峭壁，
险有跌宕要塞，
我是多么理解你的漂流情怀……
踏进清澈的鹅卵细沙，
扶着滑腻的丹岩青苔。
悄悄推送你心往的漂流，松绳，
石头幻成一个影，随波撑开。
揭开你的蒙面（墨瑞）
秋夜是杯弓蛇影里的盛宴，
我是酒香里，
那滴谗酽的悬念。
秋日的诱惑一般风尘仆仆，
一般是借助，
窖坊汩动的醇红掩饰了。
且来小酌清谈，
或者大醉伶仃，
我一心惦记你的蒙面故事……
透过意像丰茂的岁月，
遥望人杳马喑的江湖。
轻轻接开你传奇的蒙面，失声，
悬念捻成一根丝，挂在风中。
飘过你的回忆（林间青竹）
秋夜是寂寂幽空中的圆月，
我是月华下，
倚窗无语的愿望。
秋日的心绪注定纷乱迷离，
怎么能借助，
林梢间穿行的风来整理。
纵有如烟的客愁，
纵有如雾的梦境，
我注定只是你关于异乡的回忆……
走过丰润的春华秋实，
走过多情的万水千山。
渺渺飘浮在你逝去的记忆，定格，
往事模糊成一片雨，心存感激。
无声的剑花（林间青竹）
秋夜是雁儿在林梢的啾啁，
我是山野中，
疾行穿越的寒风。
秋日的艳阳在黄昏后收敛温度，
不得不借助，
落叶翻飞来驱赶寂寞。
左转遇峭壁悬崖，
右转逢深涧险滩，
我握着吹毛断发的利剑无所适从。
流水击出湍急的漩涡，
断壁回响凄冽的恸哭。
狠狠出鞘指向你的剑锋，落幕，
将前尘往事封锁，人生如梦。
化解你的攻势（灯火阑栅处）
秋夜是雨打落叶的乾坤，
我是树林里，
那孤灯下的流魂。
秋日里的晚霞早已褪尽，
一起走的是
那无意无言的黄昏。
把酒难论英雄
拔剑并非豪杰
和你摆几道棋盘上的经纶……
燃起楚河汉界的战火
突破车马象炮的围困
轻轻化解你凌厉的攻势,
举棋，
数风流人物还看这盘，将你一军。
邂逅你的温暖（晴空）
秋夜是繁华落尽的休憩
我是戏幕外
那个感悟的观众
秋日的旁白总孤清寂寥
幸而有借助
视窗里雨露相逢的奇妙了
远去那凡尘琐事
放下那飘渺心事
我只想溶入你温暖的掌心
……
隔海数点深港帆灯
推窗攀望北斗晨星
回回邂逅你心间的温暖,划过
祝福释放成花火,
新幕再起
冲过你的厨房（灯火阑栅处）
秋夜是锅碗瓢盆的煎熬，
我是炉灶旁，
那只目中无人的馋猫。
秋日的谦卑早已荡然无存，
何必要借助，
老鼠胡须来冒充英豪？
佯眯蓝光虎眼，
诈放咕噜呼声，
我弓着腰蹲在厨房一角……
别看你大厨以为防范周到
笑得最后的总是笑得最好
急急冲过你杂乱的厨房，伸嘴，
猫儿衔住腥香的鱼肚，走远飞高。
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Sailing into Your Eyes （Hong Xiu Tian Luan）
An
autumn night is the magic sail of the exquisite on the bare water
I
am chilled on the top of the mast
as that
lonely star
The
autumn starlight is inevitably weak and desolate,
Maybe
have to borrow
the
gushing blood of rivers to sail
Not
going to fish the snow in the cool river
Not
going to listen to the drizzle in the mountain
I
just want to row into the bottom of your eyes ...
Across
the wet grassy shore of think of you
lit up
the human landscape filled with passion
Slowly,
slowly enter your gentle eyes, pulling up the paddle
Starlight
cements into a drop of tear, fall right into the heart of river
Passing through Your Sky （Mo Rui）
An
autumn night is the love after ears of wheat are ripe
I
am the one in the wilderness,
that
lost mind.
The
past of autumn days must be confusing,
and
must rely on
the
lock-on by interwoven memory from all directions.
Have
unexpectedly fallen for spring breeze...
Have
madly fallen into love
I
have stationed in the sky behind you ...
My
body have gone through swelling and bursting,
My
soul have gone through
joys and sorrows,
Slowly
passing through your vast sky, I fall,
The
past closes the door behind, burning the love into flames.
Inflame Your Vision （Tian Duan）
An
autumn night returns to dreams after a long journey,
I
am a waving tent
at the campsite
The
song of a autumn day is bleak and vast,
must
not need further assistance
from
the melody of cold wind in the wild mountain.
Shed
those lonely feelings,
Put
down the pack-full worries,
Let
me support you by the vision of a fire ...
With
the dry firewood of passion,
With
the strong wine of boldness,
Gradually
inflaming your awaken vision,
a
fireball that pops outside the tent, lit up in your eyes.
Floating by Your Window （Kai Xing Dou Dou）
An
autumn night hung like skirts from Tang and Song Dynasties
I
chisel through the wall,
reading
with the neighboring light borrowed from the sky.
A
line of flying geese is almost hidden by the pale sky of an autumn day,
Really
want to ask for the help,
from
half glass of wine to warm up my feeling.
Hugging
the snow of the past to dream,
Brushing
the flying time in silence,
I
just want to lean against your little window lamp ...
Listen
to the prolong singing of crickets,
Grinding the frosty ink on the desk.
Quietly
drifting by the small window of your dream, wandering,
Need
to find a way flying into the pages, with a touch of fragrance by waving red
sleeves
Arriving at Your Waiting （Ni Qiu Er）
An
autumn night is an inn full of ghosts in the desert
I
am the one in the glass,
the
love complex of living drunk and dreaming dead.
The
sound of an autumn day wind is so deadly
Why
do one still need,
flying
sand and rolling pebbles to overturn the world.
Couldn't
forget the human face of a peach blossom,
Couldn't
forget the scenery of the green river,
Let
my missing you run towards your waiting and dim ...
Trek
a trip full of skeletons in sand,
Pick
a fight full of knives among armored horses.
Barely
reach your waiting in blue, soul returns,
splash
up a rainbow from the flying blood, as dazzling as the peach blossom.
Taking on Your Deadly Strikes（Zi Si）
An
autumn night is the jingle of galloping shadows of horseshoes,
I
am the one outside this dusty world,
that
masked thief.
The
silent autumn day evolves into a frosty beauty,
freezes
in a second,
into a
sword out of sheath through red silk.
Even
if the dragon could be tamed in the North,
Even
if the ripples could transform the world,
I
still could not defend your deadly strike ...
With
all my puzzled accupoints sealed,
behind
the old mountain base,
I
still have to take on your fatal strikes, for God's sake,
if the
mobs lost logic, what is frivolous?
Your are My Missed Virgin Poetry （Nian Hua Wei Xiao）
An
autumn night holds its breath as if to search a virgin poetry with lantern,
I
am those in the past of crystal clarity,
thousands
of waving silver hair.
Colorful
leaves roll up and down in autumn days,
with
mountains of mountains far away,
Sunset
and crescent gaze across the East and the West.
Unload
the loneliness of half century
Flick
a body of dust after the long trip,
Let
time hold still in the depths of the gaze between you and me
...
Even
if the warrior is old, the virginity persists
Let's
call the new ink to write up the missed virgin poem.
Let
me reach out to your hand, holding dearly,
Let
the autumn wind blow at you and me, heaven and earth.
Pushing your drift （Tian Duan）
An
autumn night is the bamboo rafts anchored near the mountain,
I
am that one piece on the shallows,
of
rocks that the boat is tied to.
No
matter how anxiously an autumn day is waiting for,
I
still need to ask,
the
passion to float me up and down the stream.
Steep
as cliffs,
Hard
as fortress,
How
much I understand your rafting feelings ...
Stepping
into the clear cobbled sand,
Leaning
on a slippery moss on red rocks,
Quietly
push your heart to rafting, let go the rope
the
rock is morphed into a shadow, floating away.
Uncovering Your Mask （Mu Rui）
An
autumn night is a suspicious feast
I
am the one in the scent of wine,
a drop
of enticing suspense.
The
temptation of a autumn day is generally busy,
Usually
needs help,
from
the fermenting red wine in the cellar to hide.
Let's
have a chitchat with sips
or
simply get drunk completely
I
have been thinking of your story with mask on ...
Through
metaphors of the lush years,
overlooking the left shadows of friends and horses,
Unravel
your legendary mask, and gasp,
the
suspense just twists into a wisp of wind.
Drifting across Your Memories （Lin Jian Qing Zhu）
An
autumn night is the full moon in the silent air,
I
am the one under the moonlight
the
speechless wish leaning against the window.
The
mood of an autumn day are destined to be confusion,
How
could one ask
the
wind to sort out, who is passing through tree tops.
Even
if there are worries by foreigner
Even
if there are foggy dreams
I
am destined only to be your memories from a foreign land ...
Through
flowering spring and fruitful autumn,
Through
the sentimental mountains and rivers,
Floating
in your lost memories, transposed,
my past
blurs into rain, quite grateful.
The Silent Flower of Sword （Lin Jian Qing Zhu）
An
autumn night is a call of a goose beyond the tree tops
I
am the one in the wild mountain
a cold
gust of wind in a hurry.
The
autumn sun retrieves the temperature after the dusk,
I
have to ask
the
falling and flying leaves to drive away the loneliness.
Turn
left into steep cliffs,
Turn
right into ravines and rapids,
I
am holding a deadly famous sword but do not know where to point.
The
water thrashes out the turbulent swirls
The cliffs echos the
desolate cries.
The
blade that jumped at your out of sheath, pulls down
the curtain
seals
all the past in the dust, life is a dream.
Dissolving
Your Offense （Deng Huo Lan Shan Chu）
An
autumn night is the universe full of leaves attacking by rain,
I
am the one in the woods,
the
floating soul under the solitary light.
The
autumn sunset has long faded.
Could
only go with
the
meaningless and speechless dusk.
Hard
to rate heroes with wine
Ones
who could pull the sword aren't necessary heroes
Why
do I play a few rounds of Chinese Chess with you to explore...
Ignite
the war between of the opposing ends
Break
through the siege imposed by rooks, knights and bishops
Dissolve
your fierce attacks with ease, with a piece in hand
counting
a few heroes of this set, check.
Running into Your Warmth （Qing Kong）
An
autumn night is a break after the buzz
I
am the one outside the show
an
audience with understanding
The
narrative voice of an autumn day is lonesome
Fortunately,
there is help from
a
wonder where raindrops meet dewdrops
Away
go the mundane chores
Down
put the subtle feelings
I
just want to melt in the warmth of your palm ...
Counting
lights on the sailboats across the sea
Looking
up the morning start through the windows
The
warmth of every encounter with you gets warmer, albeit brief
My
blessing shoots up like fireworks, a curtain for the new show debuts
Crossed Your Kitchen （Deng Huo Lan Shan Chu）
An
autumn night was the torment of the pots and pans,
I
am the one next to the stove,
an
appetitive cat.
The
humbleness of an autumn day has long gone,
Why
should I ask the help
from
mouse whiskers to pose as a hero?
Feign
blue eyes of the tiger,
Pretend
to purr,
I
crouched in a corner of kitchen......
Do
not think the chef had setup everything to defend
The
one who laughs last always laughs more freely
Hastily crossed your messy kitchen, stretched mouth.
I
got the fish maw, and jumped as far as high as possible.