About the Author
Hou Jingya, known online as Qingshui Yiren, is a native of Jiangxi and now lives in Beijing. He is a member of the Beijing Poetry Society and a member of the Wolf Society. His works have been published in many domestic journals. Participated in the editing of "Selected Poems of a Thousand Families" and served as deputy editor-in-chief.
Selected poems
Early autumn night walk in the garden
The summer is gradually collecting, and the autumn sound is still not changing.
The cannabis is in full bloom, scorching with stars.
Urban pick-up
There is wind and noise in the city, and the clouds return.
Beauty look under the screen, slow and time old.
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Want to return to the matter of sorrow, a thousand mountains in the dream.
The spring breeze does not wait, and there are already apricot blossoms.
Guan Lian
A pool of clean water, a few banks of white incense lotus.
The clouds are flowing together, and the pavilion is still in front.
Lotus
Hibiscus drinks pure dew, water bird Fu Qinglian.
Together on the shore of the wind, each has to be leisurely.
Sms
Looking at the letter in the brother's screen, Si Wu's heart.
Hometown is like in the eyes, the pulse and tears flow.
Lotus pond after rain
Hibiscus pond stands on the ground, and the jade dew is thick.
Clear the shore of the horizontal pond, flying a white gull.
Rewarding
The blue and blue looked at each other slowly, and scattered into Danhua's lightly stained eyes.
The moon is jagged and far away, and there are light boats in the depths of the lotus.
Autumn flowers
A wind and rain into the cold of the river, a thousand rolls of floating apples and thousands of rolls.
Autumn flowers are weeping everywhere, and the fragrance is falling to Qian, who looks?
Morning glory after the storm
Morning condensation cold autumn fragrance, sideburns and self-improvement.
Last night Tan Lang Zhou was far away, and Rouge blushed with tears and red makeup.
bamboo
Poles tower high in the wind and dust, and long trailing clouds want to explore the truth.
Falling into the clear eyes to build a green dream, a forest of new leaves Xiao Yanchun.
Flirting
Curtain rolls west window pity thin skirt, Nanshan autumn night rain.
What is acacia suffering? Broken boat snow parsley.
A ride on a flying hoof, frost and fog block the future.
Why lend me the Qingtian Sword? The finger smoke is also light.
Winter groan
The curved shore is solid and the grass is mourning, and the wind is speechless on the stage.
Qianshan Cen was silent and smoked, and smiled as he watched Moss dotted open.
After many years of pitiful thin skirts, light wind and autumn on the pool.
Before the court, it was raining by the bright moon and the river, and last night I was vaguely dreaming of jun.
Early autumn nostalgic
I also saw the remnants of cicadas weeping fog and dust, and the sound of geese did not pass the dark flywheel.
Every year the scenery flows like water, who is deep in the mirror?
The curtain rolls in the west wind and frightens the chrysanthemum, and the circle turns back to the autumn light.
Want to repair the middle color of the island building, but the frost outside the west mountain ridge.
The nebula is far away, the moon is old, and the sun is sinking and the road is long and cool.
Although the sword blade was blunt, the midnight bell set sail again.
chrysanthemum
Rain, snow, frost and cold soul, Yingying Danjing smiled and floated dust.
Xitou Mingyue is close to each other, and the deep valley youlan is accompanied by jade purity.
Tao Ling's fence was lightly shadowed, and Luo Hanyuan was semi-submerged on the side.
Willing to hold bamboo three autumn deaths, do not borrow the east wind to chaotic spring.
Guizhixiang Qiusi
ChaoHui swept away, saw the mist thin smoke light, Dan Feng thousand stacks. The wind rises the Qingmen Ancient Road, folding branches and promoting leaves. Don't be in the courtyard Xiao Xiao rain, cold sycamore, the door to cover the autumn. Passing through cherry blossom alley, where are the butterflies? Sai geese fly, the end of the world is crossed. On the banks of the Xunyang River, you should see the perching cave. Ding rice trees turned over the golden waves, and the flames were successive. Yu Lonely terrace under the clear water, cuckoo Yan, as far as the pay for the crying. Huaxu dream is short, Yanshan moon is light, and the su string is cut.
Shadow Autumn
The sun is like blood. See the westerly wind and fallen leaves. Liaoning is cleared, the geese are crying in autumn, and the skyline is fluttering. Who sighs? Looking at the old pass, the cloud mountain is stacked. Alone with the column, the water looks forward to the quiet, where to know the sound can be read? Often recall Xijiang Suyue, Nian Fangting Trail, wind and moon under the curtain. How to meet flying frost? Frozen and broken, nagato was cold overnight. Lan Chengyan is thinner than Fang? Abandon Chu Pei and make a decision in the past. On the mirror table, tap the new makeup, who blooms jade yan Danjing?
Shadow Gesang Flower
Northern Jade Jing. Thousands of miles of color, pavilions are clear. Why fear the autumn cold? Bright but highland, proud of cold rain, frost and snow. Also poetry and painting piano music, three more nights, diligent book New Wing. Where is Yi Shan and Zheng Yan? A thousand stacks of faint peaks. Fang Nian was full of wind and currents, looking at Xiangyun Chushui, secretly wiping long eyelashes. Day by day streamers, slow down the red petite, who is drunk and strong? The end of the world is cold? What day, the fragrance is like neon. Li Lianting, a smile, a bright moon in front of the threshold.
On the Phoenix stage, I recall the blowing of the other side of the flower
Absolutely fragrant, fragrant lips, Huangquan Road cold red Luo. But he remembers the hazy moon, but he remembers his face. But remembering the oath of the West Garden, QiongGe, Qianying. Sanshengshi, who is obsessed with the past? It's been a song. The wind is oh, sigh, the long bridge has no clouds, and the past life is staggering. How to oppose tea soup irrigation, scatter the soul to move. Escape into the strange path of reincarnation, if you see it, do you know me? Is the edge in? The river is forgotten and the blood is stained with rivers.
Raccoon Creek Sand
Spring flowers on the waterfront first illuminate people, linglong stones on the raccoon scarf, morning light caressing the white gauze clouds. Where's the love song? Whose daughter has a back? The breeze perfumes the small riverside.
Linjiangxian farewell
Autumn colors withered in the twilight of the Western Ridge, and the tide gradually rose up in Xiao Ting. See the mournful sound of cold rain. The four eyes looked at each other for a long time, and the tears of desire went first. Sleepless dreams shattered at night, lying down to listen to the lonely song of the wild geese. The falling flowers and flowing water are not relied upon. Fangxin depends on the night moon, and Jiang Hai sends Lou Ting.
Shadow And Fantasy Journey
Dan Qing wiped. See Liaoyuan Jicui, Yunling mountain pile snow. Looking forward to building a leisurely time, writing flat, and the four seasons of Goule change. Chenghu Lake is endlessly dark, falling into clear shadows, full of high purity. Cows and sheep are idle, Yutan Yunshu, and thousands of flowers are stacked. In an instant, the sky opened like a wash, and the teenager rode a white horse and played the flute gently. Su Yuan fluttered, light and handsome, like the first rising moon. Kawamae bean bun is delicate, blushing, and secretly thinking. Gaze, cold wind blowing, shocked to the butterfly of Hugh.
A thousand poems
Editor-in-chief: Zheng Wancai
Deputy editors-in-chief: Wang Huiling, Wang Tianming, Hu Xiaona, Hu Min, Liu Chenghao, Qing Shui Yiren
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