Selection of award-winning works by Xiong Dongyao, winner of the 2017 Chen Ziang Poetry Award in "Poetry Magazine"

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"The strength of the bones is soaring, the voice is frustrated, The light is bright and bright, and there is the sound of gold and stone." In the golden autumn of October, the bamboos are growing strong, and the long-awaited pure literature public account "Jinshi Tribe" has also sprouted! This public account was created by the Chen Ziang Research Association with the support of the Propaganda Department of the Municipal Party Committee, the Municipal Culture and Tourism Bureau, the Municipal Federation of Social Science and Technology, and the Municipal Federation of Literary and Art Circles. It aims to promote high-quality Chen Ziang-themed literary works across the country, so as to attract readers to express their sincere wishes. Pay tribute to the outstanding spirit of the ancestors. In this issue, we launch a selection of award-winning works by Xiong Dongyao, the winner of the 2017 Chen Ziang Poetry Award in "Poetry Magazine". Please appreciate them.

"Poetry Magazine" 2017 Chen Ziang Annual Poetry Award

Selection of award-winning works by winner Xiong Dongyao

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Xiong Dongyao, The other department is Yixuetang. A native of Ningxiang, Hunan. Librarian of the Hunan Provincial Museum of Literature and History; judge of the Lu Xun Literature Award; consultant of the Chinese Couplet Society; vice president of the Hunan Poetry Association. In the early 1990s, he launched a series of lectures on "Poems, Words and Songs" on Hunan TV, bringing traditional poetry teaching to the screen. He has published more than 30 monographs such as "Introduction to Poetry, Ci and Qu Couplets", "Commentary on Selected Couples of Ancient and Modern Famous Names", and "Selected Examples of Poetry, Ci and Medical Cases". Participated in the compilation of more than ten large-scale literature dictionaries such as "The Book of Songs Appreciation Dictionary", "Eight Masters of Tang and Song Dynasty Appreciation Dictionary", and "Twentieth Century Poetry Literature Collection".

Selection of Xiong Dongyao's award-winning works

Wuyin New Year's Eve

It's the end of the year when we are away, and we are sleeping on a couch in the corner of the city.

On the way to the world, we talk about tigers, but our lives are like staying on guard.

Family love is strong tonight, and the etiquette and customs are different in a foreign land.

Seeing that Chun is kind and able to teach Cao Musu.

Send it to me on a moonlit night at West Lake

How can I live alone near the holy lake when the autumn festival is approaching?

The bridge is broken and thoughts are not hindered, and the lonely mountain is full of dreams.

The sound of the river is far away in the south, and the shadows of plum trees are sparse at night.

I am afraid of facing Tianxinyue, and my sorrow cannot be driven away.

Spring Floods over Luxi River

I made an appointment with the hazy couple to look for Jiujiu Peak.

There are flowers on the banks of a stream, and the water is red for ten miles.

Herons fish in the rain on the reed beach, and the orioles sing in the wind at Liuwu.

The spring scenery cannot be carried away, there are fishermen on the river.

On a summer night, we spent time admiring rocks and chatting on Hengqin Island in Zhuhai with Battang Junzhai

Appreciate the taste of the Qing Dynasty and enjoy the fragrance of the Jade Spring.

At midnight, the lights are on, and a corner of the sky is free.

Why wake up from such a big dream? Sound knowledge is silent.

And share the will of the family and the country with Yin Bian.

On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Zhongzhen community friends met in different places to admire the moon at the same time

While traveling

How many poems have been written by the clear moon tonight?

There is no thickness in the distribution of brilliance, and there is a delay in receiving benefits.

The exposed white people are thousands of miles away, and the wind is clear and the wine is just a cup of wine.

Don’t make mistakes because you will miss the flower arrangement period.

Working on the Three Gorges Dam in the rain

The sudden rain poured across the sky, adding hundreds of feet of waves.

The sound of waves flows far away into the sea, and the clouds half-bury the mountains.

The country is built on talents, and God allows us to have leisure.

There is a fisherman by the river, and all he can see is a long pole.

Fishing in Manila Crater Lake

Flying three thousand miles south to try out the fishing rod.

The flowing clouds add interest, dividing the rain from the wildness.

The fire has not been extinguished by its roots, but there are many people watching from the other side.

The wind in the sky has a lingering charm and refuses to make waves.

Searching for fun in the Youshui boat

Once the water from the Xinghe River is injected, it flows to the west of Hubei.

People say that outside Qingzhang, there are wild apes crying from time to time.

The thin sleet comes to the wind cave, and the cool waves turn around the stone stairs.

Whose little children are waving their hands and stepping on the flower mud.

Note: Tujia hand-waving dance is a local specialty.

Cousin Bat wrote a long scroll titled "Out of the Dust" with the title of landscape.

The Qiuhe's chest has been stretched for a long time, and Lingxiao tries to boo.

He Leiluo hovers, hesitating and relaxing.

The stone is ugly and the sky can lean on it, and the stream is clear for birds or fishermen.

If you can travel wherever you want, why should you wait for a light carriage?

On the day after the Mid-Autumn Festival, I returned to Guangdong from Guizhou and made a picture of the night sky

It went straight out of the floating clouds and was vaguely close to Guiting.

I will tell Su'e about the meaning of autumn water.

The brocade spreads across the sky, and the morning glory enters the picture screen.

Walking through Guangyu late at night, I am also an asteroid.

Send a friend on the first day of the year

Shishui Village is in Liuzhou, Qingshan is in Shenzhen, and I don’t know where it is.

Fireworks lit up all night, and the year has already begun.

Pour new wine alone and recall old friendships.

Is Dao willing to give up because of the times? It is difficult for poetry to compete with vulgarity.

Frost silk adds to the temples, or it looks like withered grass.

Snowy Night and Xinhe Jinghua Sheep Stone North-South Couplet

No one comes along the wild path, and the lone lamp sits in the small window.

The remaining light of the snow doubles the moon, and the sunset over the river doubles the sun.

Who do you want to drink wine with? Everyone is busy picking up poems.

The northern plum blossoms should not be withered, but just separated from the ginseng.

As soon as I opened a blog on Sina, I borrowed poems from Yangzhai Laoyou.com to make my own ambitions

I am also a madman, and I live on the Internet in Xin'an.

After the snow is born in my heart, I am still playing the piano.

Stealing dreams and poems becomes a thief, patrolling the river makes a chariot.

The small garden is open all day long, and the mountain scenery is distributed by itself.

The words of Jingshi Ming return to the common people Gu Yun and Xuan Hanbai

There are countless people in the world, how much is left?

You can hear the sound of the quiet spring, and see the old trees.

It is also admirable that the jagged stone can withstand the wear and tear of time.

The middle stream is the same, regardless of the wind.

While driving on the Aershan Road, the heavy rain suddenly stopped for a while

The green grass in the stone gaps is still yellow and no longer flows

The sky is romantic and the sky is rolling, and the sunshine disappears in an instant.

The sound is heard only when it is thrown into the air, and it becomes a stream when it hits the ground.

Only the strength of the road can break it, but it will stop if it touches it.

The God of Thunder is more powerful, but the God of Thunder is more powerful than the softness of grass?

In early summer, Renchen and his disciples revisited the Xiluodu Hydropower Station

We explored Xiluo with our sticks, and the wind was the same as that of the Wei and Jin Dynasties.

My eyes follow the greatness of China, and my mind is as leisurely as the ancients.

I borrowed stones to divide the Yunnan River, and asked about Shu Mountain because of the cloud.

The lake is covered with thousands of hectares of green, and you should see white fish returning there.

Passing the ancient battlefield of Yamen

In the dim dusk, you can vaguely see the fort.

The tide rises and the sky drums play, and the fog gathers and the sea gate opens.

In ancient times, literary rule was valued, and beautiful materials were used in the Qing Dynasty.

How many things have happened in the Qianqiu period, only mourning for the people of Song Dynasty?

Impromptu trip to Laoniu Bay

Small river exploration to prevent danger, return as soon as the light vehicle arrives.

When people come to Zhongzhenshe, they go to Laoniu Bay.

The wind blows toward the sea, and the birds sing in autumn.

Looking back at thousands of years of history, there are only a few mountains.

In the evening of spring, I went to Huarong Road to explore the ancient times with my friends

In search of poetry, I walked on the flower mud with my beloved couple.

The ancient moss invades the rocks, and the deep green water swells in spring.

Death and life are all righteous, and the two peaks of heaven and earth are in harmony.

Leaning on a stick and meditating for a long time, the sun turns to the west in the vast sky.

In summer, explore the source of Nanxi River and take a rest at Shiweifeng Peak

Sit under the cloud forest and enjoy the clearness.

You can count the slurping fish, and the butterflies are just beginning to hang on the trees.

Although what you see is normal, it never loses its integrity.

I am a generation with poor resources, and we are not afraid of the difficult road.

On a spring day in Yangjiaqiao, I searched for the tomb of Mr. Wang Renqiu in the weeds

I found a collection of Du poems in the bushes

In the ancient market of Qiaomu Village, the guests who returned in spring have not returned.

I feel the flowers splashing with tears when I feel the time, and the moon comes to a close at night.

The white sky is high and the people are quiet, and the path is difficult to pass.

The heroic spirit is like passing through a gap, already hidden in the dusk clouds.

Collected in order: "Ji Qiujiang Village", "Two of Three Poems on Entering the House", "Spring Outlook", "Seven Miscellaneous Poems of Qinzhou", "Return", "Wang Jing Brings Wine and Goes Together***" "Using the word cold" "Accompanying the Dukes to the Baidi City Banquet at Yue Gongtang" and "The First Moon".

There is an inscription after reading the new chrysanthemum round fan made by the owner of Gufeiyun Pavilion

The new divided incense fan should be given to Xiaoman.

The red sleeves are danced in the group style, and a glass of wine helps to cheer up.

The moon shines on the eastern fence and the sky is silent, and the frost blooms and the pistils are cold at night.

There are five willow trees close to the door, so don’t be more timid and lonely.

I will go to Quzhou to get Zhuoying's brother Hui's poems with rhyme and answers

I am willing to make common sense and watch Juechen on the screen.

It is difficult to restore the old style of the world, and it may be the same as the new one.

Occasionally kiss the moon, why avoid people.

Shi Fang can also paint, opening and closing does not close the spring.

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Climbing the Tengwang Pavilion with Brother Shengyuan

When you climb high, you see the sorrow of the ancients. Where can the dust not be swept away?

The sun and moon rise from the right side of the river, and the water and clouds come towards the eyes.

In the Qing Dynasty, there were many people of the same tune between the government and the public, and there were talents in the southeast of the blessed land.

A message to the guests on the banks of the Huanhua Stream that the mountains and rivers are safe and I hold my cup in my hand.

Inscribed on the picture of the ink horse in Nan Rengang

I am happy to see the hidden dragon rising from the Daze and transforming into a flying ink jade horse.

There are thousands of hectares of snow in Jiudiyun Mountain, and there is a thunderstorm and four hooves of wind.

Dakinism is unrestricted, so why does Bole need to agree with it?

In a world of freedom, I don’t have to worry about having a glass of wine to recommend who is the hero.

The Xixi River and Yiming welcome the construction in autumn

It is not a fake painting, but it is self-made, and it is covered with a small black canopy in the green shade.

On the long beach, fish eat the snow, and on the curved bank, people and herons stand in the wind.

Luwan is solitary and far away, how many lights will bloom in a century-old poem and dream?

With one pole, I can appreciate the meaning of autumn clouds, and then I feel that the country belongs to Diao Weng.

On Christmas Eve around the stove in Chongsheng Temple, we talk about tea with Brother Fengling

The first rhyme

We chant together around the stove in the Buddhist temple at night, and dare to beg Jesus for his talisman .

Where can one not hear that God is kind and virtuous? At this time, I really realized that the national situation was very special.

The flying shadow clouds pass over the tower, and the clear light of the moon is shallowly stored in the pot.

For the time being, I will leave my free time to Cang'er Lake and listen to the calls of cranes and apes from all around.

Ji'an Poetry Society meets the wise men of Guandong again and talks about a quick trip

How much more enjoyable is it than writing a poem in front of the bottle? This step is to nourish the root of the master Yuan Yu

The light car drives northward The clear stream grinds out a ditch of pear blossoms and snow.

Elegance can reveal the state of the country, so why should the country worry about others?

The sky is full of chatting about the ancient clouds and the valleys, the moon is fishing in the cold stream and the dream is in the boat.

My heart suddenly turned cold when I heard about choosing a neighbor, and the subordinates of Taiwang Monument looked back.

The Lushan Shimen Stream passes Patriarch Huiyuan’s Lecture Hall

The same star Han Yaping and Sheng Yuan welcomed its construction

After listening to the sutra, I dreamed of Chai Mulberry several times, and I just followed the fate on this day. Pass the lecture hall.

The ever-changing peaks have their true appearance, and the Qianxun Waterfall is an old article.

What’s wrong with being ignorant and ignorant? It’s okay to look at the sky from a well.

Suddenly I saw the empty mountain moving with good air, and two or three birds flying into the blue sky.

The Qingming Festival is pregnant with you

The cattle are resting in a corner of the field, and the green smoke is rising from the tombs of every family.

The embroidery water on the rice seedlings is unevenly green, and the orioles and flutes are round and round to attract souls.

The residual dream is as pale as the dew beneath the flowers, and the sunset is as red as the sky in the well.

In that year, I will also return to the dust, and I will be close to nature with my son.

In the winter, I stayed at Qianming Temple and had something to do in the morning.

The wooden fish struck the wind in the forest, blowing the cold smoke through the green bushes.

Inch grass grows leisurely in the stone gaps, and the remaining stars fall in the void.

The heart returns to the stillness of the dusty net, and the energy of the Ganges melts by itself.

After sweeping the mountain gate, the temple is not yet ripe. In front of the tower, we are fighting for grains to watch the snipers.

On the night of Yuan Dynasty, I gathered in Chancheng and got drunk, and I returned home with something to say to all the gentlemen.

Don’t ask how many circles there are in the air, and you will be the first among the twelve rounds.

The lights are dazzling tonight, and the drinking style is truly legendary.

The weeping willows are like the snow, which is a good day for poetry, while the first flowers of the adzuki beans are timid and dreamy.

I heard that there will be new rain tomorrow. Are you willing to come and listen to Beishan Spring?

Visiting the tomb of Mr. Ji Xiaolan in the river

There is a corner of a barren hill with deep grass. Who will come to visit him when he is old?

I come to worship and bring the autumn moon, so that I can sleep peacefully and realize my heart.

Thousands of years have passed since the return of human beings, and the dream is heavy on the Nine Plains.

He is a yellow bird who is very affectionate, and he takes advantage of the west wind to send good news.

Spring comes once in a while

My eyes turn green when the east wind blows. Is there anything in the world that is not sentimental?

The springs are opening, the stars are slowly frozen, and the bamboo shoots are struggling to escape from the mud.

The large clouds in the sky form a gesture, and the small piles of snow and stones form alliances.

There are no names for weeds all day long, and the first generation always gives way to the next generation.

Jinggang Spring Day

Only separated by the green mountains and white clouds, the road monument points to my home to the west.

The sound of waves is far away when Guobian meets, and the shadows of flying herons are slanted by the island.

An ancient charming town, connected to Changsha by waterway.

The joy of returning is still unabated in spring, and the cauliflowers are blooming in the wild garden.

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Weiliang in the Mountain House

The clear sound of the stone spring comes from the pillow, and you can feel free without having to wash your crown.

One inch of mountains and rivers is a small dream, but ten years of ups and downs will tell the difference.

I will keep my promise for the rest of my life, and my heart will bloom as soon as I am unprepared.

I heard that the old ape was working and drinking chess, and the moon was bright and Jiangzhu was waiting for arrangements.

On the eve of the beginning of spring, autumn fans and Xuan Yue Fu

Such a country and such a night, a fairy shrine is formed in the early spring.

In ordinary life, I recall the old moon in my head, and the sound of Yu playing in the wild.

It’s just a matter of drunkenness if you don’t drink the goblet. Who knows if the Tao is not the Tao?

After a snowless winter, I went to Tingmei and wrote on the frosty branches.

Manan Mountain Plateau Pasture in Summer

Arriving at the home of Emperor Zhongxiao, the territory is still in Greater China.

Cattle and sheep gather and scatter in circles, and grass and trees are laid out in green overlays.

The half-ruined mud house still has words, and the wild quinoa grows silent flowers on its own.

Every time people come, they enjoy the folk music in the mountains and enjoy the morning and sunset glow on the horizon.

Climbing Longhu Mountain on the Double Ninth Festival to welcome the construction of Shengyuan

Pick up the yellow leaves on the empty mountain, and write down the vicissitudes of life before the wind.

You still know when your talents are of no use, and you forget about them when you reach middle age.

The new dewdrop group has the same appearance, so they are scattered and participating in business.

I have never left a dream to live up to my dreams, and I can live up to the coldness of Qiuping.

Visiting Anfu Temple in the New Autumn to return a message to Master Tatsura

I pay homage to the Buddha who came from the south to pay a visit, and the flowing clouds passed before my eyes.

The rising tide pushes against the moon, and thousands of raindrops hit the sky together.

Springs and stones can be heard in the mountains for a long time, and medicinal herbs and flowers have benefited many people.

See all the prosperity and turn it into dullness, and the mirror without traces of autumn water will polish itself.

Note: Anfu Temple is the monastery of Medicine Buddha.

Stay overnight at Yanmen Pass

The country has been mapped, and it is not necessary to stay at the pass to prevent Hu Ye.

The melodious music of the autumn stream is sung in the area, and half a glimpse of the moonlight in the house is leisurely.

Sculpting horses in front of the peak to compete for power, and talking about war on paper to continue the ancient joy.

I recall the peaceful times for a long time, and the sound of wild geese passes into the high cold.

At the end of the year of Guisi, he was appointed as a librarian of the Hunan Provincial Research Institute of Literature and History

This is a tribute to me

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I have been sitting and watching the vicissitudes of life for many years. It's like the plum blossoms are busy for the snow.

Thousands of miles away, fish and geese travel by chance, fishing in Shuiyun Township with a single pole.

The beloved ancient alliance was first established, and the shadow of the pine trees planted in my hands gradually grew longer.

How fortunate that peace brings such joy, writing and farming can return to the old farm.

Two

If I sail alone on the sea for many years, I will come back to the willow shade in the evening.

The memory of youthful writing still remains, the pleasant moon is no longer round.

Where friendship is as clear as water, the fate of this life is found in the sky.

The small flowers of cold flowers are blooming, taking advantage of the east wind.

In the summer solstice of Jiawu and Autumn Fans, Legeng Mingxuan visits Hanguguan Pass

After middle age, you don’t have to worry about the sky, and you come to find the source of morality when you have nothing to do.

Having been close friends for thirty years, I have understood five thousand words of the scripture.

The mud pills in Fengcan Pass are lost, and the birds in the mountains and forests are noisy.

Everything changes with time, so where can we find the origin?

In autumn, I occasionally send it to the Yangtze River

I have lived in the famous mountain for a long time, and I open the door to the wild pines at dawn and dusk.

Thinking twice before doing something wrong becomes a habit, and Lao Yu is kind and tolerant.

Can call the moon into jade, and promise that the lonely cloud will become a peak.

Zi Yu discusses poetry. Autumn is just the right time, when frost begins to turn white and leaves begin to turn red.

Jiawu and Double Ninth Festival

Double Ninth Festival occurs twice a year, with clear frost before and then white frost.

The way of heaven is sometimes disordered, and people's minds have to guess.

Three thousand sweet dreams have come true. Ninety loving relatives are still here.

I can’t talk about these small private thoughts, I only climb high to see my hometown.

Yiwei Mengdong visited Quzhou Kaihuagen Palace at the invitation of Mr. Xu Guqing

More than a dozen poets from home and abroad

Buddha Culture Park

We made an appointment to go up the three-way road. We didn’t just come here to wait for the sound of orioles.

The roots of enlightenment in poetry and prose are in the same place, and the cause of the North and the South is the Buddha.

The tall trees are covered with frost and are green over the years, and the cold springs contain the moonlight and the mountains are clear.

In his later years, people and things are as good as in winter, and the prosperity is eliminated, leaving conciseness.

Won the 2017 "Chen Zi'ang Poetry Award" from the "Poetry Magazine". Self-collected poems to rejuvenate one's heart

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The wild geese are drifting away across the sky, Dreams and coquettishness return with old age.

Zhu Yin has an appointment to keep for life, and the name is nothing, so there is no need to escape.

The past is forgotten and forgotten, and the temple door knocks at the middle of the moon.

In the shadow of the dragon and snake, the mountains and rivers are there, waiting for the cold cricket to break the loneliness.

Two

Ying Qing has reached Ruan Gong’s eyes, and his wild and poetic heart has not yet stopped.

The world has become a new pattern, and the mountain window is peaceful and quiet.

Think about physics and think about previous philosophy, and you will feel that your career is close to the first class.

God’s will sometimes favors me, and white clouds fly to make up for the past.

The works of people in Anti-Japanese War dramas in the exile era

It is also a credit to the dream of a group, who is crying and saying that they are homeless?

Heshan does not understand the pain of death, but still puts flowers before spring.

Heavy rain on the road in Sanya

There was the sound of wind and water everywhere, and unknown flowers blocked the road.

God also has the intention of raining. Rain comes when a cloud comes.

In the Year of the Dragon, the sun clock falls on the pond against the plum blossoms

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The sparse shadows fall into the pond, and there is poetry but no snow.

The world allows me to be lonely and live in Lingnan for fourteen years.

Two

Reminiscing about each other but not obeying each other, the peerless discussion of the friendship between bamboo and pine.

The verdant words are not true, but the content can be seen deep in the blue waves.

The Yellow River is as far as the eye can see

There are many wonderful sights in the Central Plains, but the wind in February has not crossed the river.

You don’t need to see the flowers after they bloom, and the poplars in the sky form old crows’ nests.

I visited Mr. Huo Song with Xinhetian Shigeru and my wife Tang Yinge

I learned about it and met Mr. Tang Yin to pay a visit to Yinzong.

The rivers and mountains describe the inner scenes, and they are not the same as those of the predecessors.

Watching the waterfall song in the rain in Yuntai Mountain in summer

I know who is wielding the ghost axe, and cutting the cliff is not like a barbarian.

Who are you trying to devour by carving this urn? It can be traced back to Pangu.

The gentleman came to the urn with his walking stick, and he dared to guess what was going on in the urn.

It was windy and rainy all week, with clouds covering all sides.

Suddenly I heard the Qianchuan trembling and swallowing, and the silver waves faintly volleyed into the sky.

Thunder clouds rolled over rocks and debris collapsed, and for a moment, the sky was full of doubt.

Tourists are delighted and surprised when they watch, and prehistoric illusions appear one after another.

There is no master of heaven and earth for a while, and all spirits are equal to humans.

I was still intoxicated with the wilderness, and the magic curtain was suddenly lifted by the wind.

The great light reappears before my eyes, and I feel worse than the chaos.

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Selection of Xiong Dongyao’s award-winning works

Congratulations to the bridegroom·Self-mockery

Japan and Song are friends. Accompanied by the long wind, I sing and dance with the pine trees, and I drink with the pine poems. I don't care about the clouds coming and going, I just pay attention to the green mountains. The general rule is to do something and keep it. After all, it's not easy to stay here. I wonder if Yantan and Diaosou have returned? Before the fish is caught, the rod will rot first.

Du Ling chanted in vain and lost weight. Even now, we should have a glimpse of the new and old trends. A few heroes drive away tigers and leopards, while many heroes drive away dogs. The Hun has not been saved, but the universe can be sleeved. And with the help of Humeng Ouke, we rented three acres of mulberry trees on the south slope. What else can be done?

Shui Tiao Ge Tou·Miscellaneous Reminiscences of Foreign Family

It is an ancient village surrounded by water, with green shade everywhere. The awning is swung out of the West Harbor, and the oars are listening to the sound. Turning around the corner of Qianwan Mountain, you can see the stone bridge and the mulberry road. This is my grandmother's house. Forget the way you came, just ask Peach Blossom.

A handful of yellow mud, flying colorful harriers, fishing for frogs. Many of my crazy dreams sprouted here. I still remember the first time we met in the melon shed. When I smiled, the pear dimples appeared, and the little girl from the neighborhood appeared. Keep the hazy shadow and accompany me to the end of the world.

High Balcony·Juzhou Park in Early Summer

The sound of orioles is wet with dew, the smoke is green and the willows are green, and the long summer in Zhuyuan Garden is quiet and quiet. On the 24th, I crossed Tingzhou secretly last night. I pour my cup to drink the hibiscus and get drunk, but I hate the hibiscus and worry about dissociation. Overflowing into the heart, a touch of Hengyun, a note of Xiangliu.

Who made the mistake of making an appointment this year? But in Hongfei's eyes, dreams lingered in his heart. The lonely harp is worthy of going up to the west tower.

Gao Mo asked for news about spring, fearing that spring would return and his hair would become autumn. Standing towards the riverside, you can see the setting sun and see the returning boat.

Partridge Sky·Nankun Road

Appreciate the idleness of the Qing Dynasty, explore the spring mountains with dew in the clouds. In the early morning, the orioles sing to their lovers, and in Hsinchu, people hug each other happily.

Passing through greenery and wading slightly cold, the height of the peak does not hinder slow climbing. Twenty years later, I look back with comfort: I spent most of my life here.

Shui Tiao Ge Tou·Car crossing the Yellow River to send a message to Shicheng poetry friends

The flute sounded, and a passenger crossed the river. Old friends, chickens and millet are new, and they don't wait for the chrysanthemums to turn yellow. Invite us to spring and autumn gatherings, appreciate the taste of peace, and forget about the frost on your temples. He laughs at himself as a village man, only busy with wine glasses.

See the country, cross the century, and witness the vicissitudes of life. There are so many adventures in this life, but looking back they are ordinary. I heard that after the snow on Gushan Mountain, the moon and the plum blossoms were both thin, which must be due to the lack of emotional intelligence. I am also like a plum blossom, blooming towards Shijiazhuang.

Manjianghong·Neizi’s birthday work

Last night the twin stars flew across the river and waves. Who sent and thinned the plum blossoms to shine in the shadow, and one branch first snowed? The brocade is deeply pityed by the cleverness of the machine, and the reed blowing makes one laugh in a clumsy way. To the middle stream, still not white in the east, the cup is reset.

Once boiled, my heart bleeds; once saved, the moon is beside the clouds. What's the point of keeping it for three lifetimes? The sky is occasionally covered with cold rain, and the clear and clear orioles are happily heard in the forest. If you think about it carefully, they are all good causes and conditions, which are difficult to refuse.

Song of spring outing·Christmas Eve moonless West Lake with grass window rhyme

The debt of lovesickness has not been fulfilled, but the heavy quilt is covered with mist and rain. Occasionally, in the early stage, I was shy and could not bear to hide in the clouds? Try spacing out curtains. Afraid of hearing the annoying fishing whistle. I'm even more afraid of him, the lonely mountain after the snow, and the plum blossoms are darkly different in color.

Far away, the lake lights are swaying green. Counted as a string of frost beads, they are still strangled by the wind. If you don't want to spy on others, why don't you just take a bath in Yaochi and hold the fragrance for a while? Guixia had eaten for the first time. There are hundreds of flavors, born in silence. Even if it lasts ten thousand years and one reincarnation, it must be maintained.

Partridge Sky · Passing the Liurong Temple in Shangyuan

A piece of green moss breaks the spring, and the green shirt is waiting to be mended and cool clouds are cut. Maybe the toad light near the temple is good, and I gradually feel the new singing of birds through the forest.

Chasing the feet of rain, measuring the traces of streams, asking who to ask after hundreds of years of decline and rise? The mountain monk was drunk and fell under the shade of the banyan tree. The wine was warm after leaving the east slope.

Shui Diao Ge Tou·Wuzi Chongjiu Bailudong Academy writes about his feelings

A thousand miles and a hook of the moon, accompanying each other to Xunyang. Don't laugh at the smoke and water on your temples. When Tao Ling returns to the fields as scheduled, we can have a good time together. What's the problem if we don't have wine? But I am afraid that there will be no geese outside Qinglu.

Harmonize with the sound of the river, share the beauty of the mountains, and gain the beauty of autumn. After gathering my thoughts, I came to visit the reading hall. Zhanggui in front of the Court of Humanity, once remembered the fateful meeting at that time, could it be interpreted as a poem? The sound of the fisher's flute and the rising waves make it possible to discuss business with Xie Gong.

Xijiang Moon·Puhua River Black Hole Rafting

It is like the beginning of chaos, hazy and unclear. The images of the heavens disappeared for a moment, leaving only the faint sound of oars.

Where can human words come from across this world? Suddenly the star bridge appeared. It's raining on the little Milky Way, are you willing to forget the past?

Sheng Chazi·Chongjiu Night Climb high to send friends

We walk on the frosty sky and miss our loved ones at this night. I dreamed that before I was born, I was in the wilderness.

If you don’t see the successors, you won’t see the forerunners. Looking up into the void alone, why write with tears streaming down my face?

Linjiangxian·Xinmao Xia Ye Fanshuang wrote a poem called "Jiao Na"

I remember I saw you in Konglin, and the moon was at Yaojie at that time. A charming smile came first. The pearls of innocence are vomiting out, and the childish pistil is beginning to bloom.

When the time comes for life and death, the knowledge of grace and faith completely forgets the body. Sujin is only with Xiaoqing. The idea of ??self-purification is open to speculation.

Sheng Chazi·Watching Li Shengsu's performance of "Wandering the Lake" with the Autumn Fan

Where is the little fairy who fills up the lake? A moment of white clouds flying, a moment of green smoke.

The wind is the alliance of the moon, and the dream is the destination of the heart. If you don’t chase the meadow of water, you chase the foothills of the mountains.

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