Shen Xiaoming graduated from the Department of Chinese of Hangzhou University in 1983, pen name Mingyue Qianli, a Deqing native in Haining, a researcher and senior lecturer at the Party School of Haining Municipal Party Committee in Zhejiang Province, and a member of the Chinese Poetry Society. His works have appeared in paper periodicals and networks such as "Chinese Lexicon", "Chinese Poetry", "Contemporary Poetry", "Star Poetry", "Poetry Newspaper", "Changbai Mountain Poetry", "Dongpo Chibi Poetry" and so on.
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Frost and snow, anti-cold cups.
When I met the tree in front of the door, my face was redder than mine.
Mid-Autumn Moon
On the occasion of the autumn on both sides of the strait, how many sons and daughters are looking forward to the children.
Under the moon, he whispered Su Zi sentences, and did not go upstairs to prevent tears.
Sit alone by the lake
Mountains outside the mountains and louwailou, who knows I am in Hangzhou again.
The bald-headed man looks at the bald bird, and the wine two urns follow the tea two urns.
Weeping aid Sichuan cadre Chen Minjian
Thousands of miles are hard to stop, who knows that this can not be returned.
Qingshan has no intention of burying loyal bones, and Blackwater he has the heart to seize the prime of life.
After three years of painstaking thinking about turning poor into rich, he rushed to Zhejiang and Aid Sichuan all his life.
From now on, under the long reclining ziwei, there should be a good sleep accompanied by the sound of the tide.
Title Corps good man Wang Shitao
Picking flowers and dreaming of the Tianshan Mountains, leaving early and returning late with a whip.
Sweat sprinkles fertile soil in the morning, and medicine sprays protect good cotton in the evening.
Windproof trees are planted for thousands of acres, and tens of thousands of dollars are poured into emergency rescue.
The cooperative passes on the technology and teaches people to cross the well-off boat together.
Spring Festival Fun Games
It is difficult to stop this cold weather, and the spring in the arena is full of joy.
Force shot two empty darts, hook no catch crab three pounds.
Throwing sandbags is fast, and your hands are shaking when you clip marbles.
Circle of friends who post pictures, but also smiley face with poetry.
Lo Creek stroll meets anglers
Lu encountered Xian Weng fishing shadow lonely, full of wine holding a pot.
The westerly wind is getting colder at the beginning of the month, and the short hump hair has dried up.
At first glance, who knows the non-vulgar, when I hear it, I feel that it is true Confucianism.
Every time you come to enjoy the scenery of Luo Creek, happiness is not related to the presence or absence of fish.
The ancient town is full of style
Dewa powder wall three or two, gently shake the group fan owner idle.
The sound of the trees is where new guests come, and the fragrance of fruit trees spreads far away from the mountains.
Hanging cucumber shape is full, Guanguan yellow birds are serene.
Since the old mansion became a scenery, Weng Fei opened the door when she went to work.
Happy to hear that Meng Wanzhou returned to China
The moon and the dark stars sink for several summers and autumns, and the west wind disturbs the HuaLou.
Who knows that the ghost is helpless, and finally sees Chan Juan free.
The good news was read from the screen, and tears were already flowing in the eyes.
Tonight there is wine may as well get drunk, wait for me to toast the evening boat.
Birthday self-titled
Sixty years old can be called a man, and the sentence is often from sleep.
Poetry that does not enter the stream has been written, and it is shameful to be able to go to the church.
It is known that the skinny bones are a few pounds and two, and the four big voids are not felt.
Alone in the prosperous world, the spring is like a south wind.
Chongyang sent Deqing friends
Sixty years of sea and sang, suddenly now to Chongyang.
The weather in the screen is sunny and rainy, and the poems at the bottom of the pen are warm and cool.
The moonlight is also soft, and the water is fragrant under the wind.
When to join hands with the top of the tower, look far away and sing the praises of the evening.
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