About the Author
Liu Bingli, born in 1970, is a native of Huaxian County, Henan Province. Since childhood, he has loved ancient poetry, and in recent years, he has begun to study poetry creation, and has published more than 400 poetry works in poetry journals at all levels.
A selection of poems
Night
The birds have been separated for a long time, and they have to cohabit this evening.
Greedy and happy night short, hate Runan chicken.
Snowy nights
Yellow clouds arrive late, and heavy snow follows.
Thick wool destroys ke, and low temperatures force dreams late.
The window is not moonlit, and the household is blown by the wind.
On such a cold winter night, who visits Dai Kui?
Send Zhang Benliang to Suzhou
Wu is in heaven, especially able to resolve grievances.
There is no position in the hometown, and there is a future in the exotic land.
There is no need to ask God for help, but to fight with the world.
Advise the king to shake again and do not fail to do this.
Autumn Road
Drive through the mountains, the ancient road into the clouds.
Sunset is white, autumn deep wood leaf Dan.
Travelers perched in the wild shop, marching geese down the creek beach.
Want to see the homeland chrysanthemum, Fu Shuzheng is considerable.
Idle in the hometown
In the old house and the countryside, I am tempted to live at all times.
Only because of the frolic companion, it is better to eat no fish.
The game is always full, and the cup seat is not vain.
The heart is easy to get drunk, and the pillow is into Huaxu.
Sunset homecoming
The weary guest returns late, and the body is fading with sunset.
At the end of the conversation, the chaos is unbearable.
It is difficult to pour out the bitterness, and there is no way to hide the joy.
Fang Lin invited to get drunk and drink wine.
Sit back
The small court sat idly by, and the warm day was delayed.
Spring flowers resign trees, wind frightens birds to change branches.
The cheeks are not thoughtful, and the stomach is not related to poetry.
Neighbors sing, it sounds like elegant words.
Spring tour
Swim in the spring fields and sing the birds along the way.
The wind makes goose yellow willow, and the birds play duck green waves.
The road is densely grassed and there are many beautiful people under the flowers.
Rain feet are green and strong, and the village man is drunk.
The sun is warm and the people are fine, and Shu Mei sits in the small court.
The rain is three paths green, and the clouds are green.
The rhymes are really loud, and the birds are too audible.
Glory and decline of the heart is looking down, and the years are at peace.
Country houses
The village courtyard is quiet, just in time to look at the book.
Guests can be less poetic, and the bed is wide and free.
Steamed rice in an electric pot, fried green vegetables on gas.
Birds and finches smell the fragrance and flutter around me.
Autumn guest night
The guests are lonely and hateful, and the poems are a volume of comfort.
The cold grub seems to be dissociated, and does not dare to make a loud noise.
The view is immediate on the Twilight Spring Causeway
The grass is lush, and the willows are dipped in water.
Green dark red thin green emperor old, the east wind is powerless to sink the west.
That's it
I didn't have time to drink a pot with my relatives, and I embarked on a journey because of my livelihood.
Looking back at the old father's neutral wind, the majesty of the past is half empty.
Early Spring Feast
When the Qing Emperor went down to the Yao Palace, he was happy to know that he was also with him.
The villagers are poured white, and the apricot trees near the window bloom lightly red.
People are drunk not because of wine, and the weather is cold and does not blame the wind.
Since ancient times, it is possible to drink freely, so why calculate the hundred thousand cups.
Eyes-catching Sitting in the court on an autumn day
Sitting idly in the empty court, the eyes are lazy, and the heart is less guessed. A sigh, several memories, what a pain! The west wind deliberately deceives the wood, and the leaves fall into the moss. A cluster of yellow flowers, accompanying the old man in the autumn, looking forward to the arrival of the deceased.
High balcony Twilight homesickness
Willow silk stained clothes, elm money landed, a year of spring will be suspended. Takagi Yin Yin, deep hidden female spotted dove. Purple swallows in front of the corridor double residence, breeding young chicks, gentle speech. If you leave people, it is difficult to achieve your dreams at noon, and it is difficult to return to your thoughts. The old garden must be like spring, and the ruins dance with the wind and fly up the stairs. Lonely jing wife, the town in front of the window stared at the sun. Thrush husband and wife thousands of mountains away, in order to support the family, confined like a prisoner. And the cup, forget the lovesickness, drink nostalgia.
Eyes are beautiful, autumn days are hanging on to friends
Qiu Shaoyan steamed well and sat on the Ziling Platform. The mind has no distractions, the body has no chores, how leisurely. Yin yin summer wood wind old, travel geese blue sky row. The reeds are still the same, the clear streams are still the same, and the few friends are coming.
Jiang Chengzi autumn is pregnant
The westerly breeze is cool. Wild turnip yellow, reed flower flies. Fading willows and withered vines, just take advantage of the autumn light. The desert is long and the sky is high! The clouds are like silk, and the geese are in rows. Strangers don't see guests returning home. Juku fang, the night sky is long. Expected to return, Ruixue reflected the south window. Sit opposite the fire and listen to a song, phoenix phoenix.
Man Ting Fang Chrysanthemum
Smile at the west wind, rejoice in the cold dew, and decorate the autumn light with a delicate face. Huang Chao waved his pen, and Tao Ling raised the pot to look at. How many people are provoked, sighing and missing their hometown. The snow frost is thick, the dead branches are hugging, and they refuse to fall into the aftermath. Love its true pride, throw money in the wild city, dig the east wall. If it is not managed, it is depressed. The gyokuro golden wind is refreshing, under the wall roots, full of golden eyes. In the slanting sun, the tea is sipped slowly, watching the butterfly dancing bees busy.
Kojuyama Nippori
There is a trace of the sun in the sky. The tired crows scrambled around the trees, and it was dusk again. No visitors closed the door. Sit still, and pay the golden bottle. No need for Zhen Shan. Acacia can be accompanied by wine, more soul-destroying. How can dreams come true? In the light of tears, he held his hand to brush the dust of his clothes.
Minami Utako, Sentomo
Willow dances with the wind, and Yu Qian sends guests on the line. When will we return? The rain dove called out to the lover, a sound.
Nan Utako, Ureshun
The rain is rapidly red, and the spring is full of deep green. Troublemakers are idle. Small words new score, willow green.
Nan Gezi Qingming
The sun is warm and soft, and the field is fat and beautiful. Sons and daughters are strangers. The cemetery is paper-pecking and clear.
Eyes-catching winter
The garden wood was shattered by the wind, and the shadow of the sun was dry. The old crow calls out to friends, and the rooster paces, not like a frost day. The red furnace spits out flames in the hall, and the wild guests are idle. Why? A pot of fragrant tea, a few famous articles.
A thousand poems
Editor-in-chief: Zheng Wancai
Deputy editors-in-chief: Wang Huiling, Wang Tianming, Hu Xiaona, Hu Min, Liu Chenghao, Hou Jingya
Editors: Liu Yanming, Yang Yulong, Liu Aihong, Wei Huabiao, Xie Xunlie, Chen Qing
Copyright note: The poems issued by "A Thousand Poems" are authorized by the author