【New Yunfan Poets】
Zhou Shuzhi Selected Poems
About the Author
Zhou Shuzhi, a native of Leiyang City, Hunan Province, a member of the Chinese Poetry Association, a member of the Hunan Poetry Association, loves ancient poetry, loves to write pastoral scenery, has won many awards, does not seek fame and fortune, and only wants to record daily life with poetry.
Osmanthus trees in the garden
The rain is heavy and green, and the spirit flowers are yellow.
The bamboo hedge could not be closed, and the incense could be smelled for ten miles.
Spring
Yurunhua first, poetry desire to whom?
The spring breeze fulfills my dream and blows straight up to the orchard.
Migrant workers
Burden on both shoulders can not escape, south to enter the factory to work hard.
Overtime should be doubled in salary, but the price of goods is high in the face of the new year.
Mountain residence
With the room the sun is full of green slopes, the old man's ambition is half consumed,
Idle to fish on the banks of clear streams, do not ask less fish and shrimp or more.
Farmer
The back of the grain has been bowed, and the children and grandchildren are far away.
Every year, I hope that in the farmland, I also live in high-rise buildings.
Deprecating
Qingxi mimosa surrounds the mountain, and Willow comes to learn to fish.
Not afraid of the warbler in front of the window laughing at me, a pot of old wine half a bed book.
Mountain spring water
The clouds and springs circle the mountains, and the years are only self-evident.
Flowing into the rivers and lakes through the world, looking back is not as good as before.
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Near the water is a mountain half old house, red brick brown tile low wall.
Back to the dream in front of the door cinnamon, and the mother and father to eat fragrant.
In early winter, when crossing the stone arch bridge in the center of the town, it is chanted
Merchants from all sides passed through, and the cold wind on both sides of the strait sent chrysanthemum incense.
Whoever builds a ladder bridge connects the avenue and ushers in the dawn to send the sun.
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The closed house is idle every day, and the wind wisps out of the green mountains.
I don't know where Spring Rhymes is now? It should be among the red flowers and willows.
Travel to Luqi Peak with a companion
The winter sun has about to see the green mountains, and the peak of the hundred zhang is not difficult.
The fog is hidden around the Zen Palace bell, and the maple is filled with wild fun.
Floating clouds mean that the blue sky is passing, and the trail is like a ladder to climb.
At the top of the most pitiful, both look at the world.
Revisiting the old place to climb the mountain is a chant
Seeking a ghost and partner to take advantage of time and space, it is rare to play like a child.
Clusters of morning glory inlaid bamboo roads, colorful butterflies love filigree.
The bottom of the Warbler Valley is full of poetry, and the scenery on the edge of the chrysanthemum fence is interesting.
Staying at the head of the bridge and waving elsewhere, Yu Xia was about half a day red.
Homecoming has a feeling
The ancient bridge flows with flowers on the side of the road, and the green mountains still shine obliquely.
Guiyan Camp Nest cried out, and the floating clouds looked like numbness.
It is difficult to find Ruizhu mountain tea green, but I see the ruins of wild grass.
Remembering how many things have happened to good neighbors, and now the north and south are all over the world.
Zhang Liangdong is nostalgic
Idle to see the victory on a sunny day, Ten Mile Lin Tao played the orchestra.
The giant cave is a crouching tiger, and the green mountains and beautiful waters are always pro-sage.
Kuang Fu Han Room once dreamed, winning the fame of the moment.
Looking for old traces in front of the straight fishing rock, the breeze tells the story of that year.
Note: Straight Fishing Rock: The place where Zhang Liang lived in seclusion to fish.
Partridge Day Zanfen Wine
Borrow a half-day famine to find good wine to comfort the intestines. Empty with the wind and clouds old, not to live up to the long years in the cup.
The water is clear and the apricot blossoms are fragrant. The poem rhymes with madness. When the stars were lying high, they made the court steps into a jade bed.
Drinking fire makes memories of childhood
The rising sun is slightly warm, the red plums are quietly fragrant, and the festive season is long. New Year paintings on window paper, New Year's taste hidden in dreams.
The New Year is auspicious, everyone is dressed up, and good neighbors and friends are busy with the New Year. Farewell to childhood, goodbye to the old time, goodbye to the hometown mountain age, Haoshou sighed vicissitudes.
Jiang Chengzi Kasuga by the column
Harmony with the wind to send cool swallows, small balconies, old feelings. Green wild red filth, green willow dust. Looking at the Qingjiang double egret, Qi spreads its wings, who can guess? The cuckoo cries out in the haze, or lifts, or moves. Ploughs and rakes in the fields, young and old with thorns. Mo Negative's original heart often made a wish, and after cultivating, the well-off came.
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