About the Author
Zheng Dengping, a native of Macheng, Hubei Province, is a mountain man with the online name Dabie Mountain. A farmer is obsessed with ancient poetry and is a member of the Chinese Poetry Society. His works have been scattered in paper periodicals such as "Chinese Poetry", "Chinese Dictionary", "Changbaishan Poetry", "Hubei Poetry", "Poetry Newspaper" and other paper periodicals and major online platforms.
A selection of poems
sweet osmanthus
The west wind stains the leaves, and the night is not cold.
In the lush layers of branches, autumn adds a piece of incense.
It's almost mid-autumn again
Known to be a guest, did not dare to ask the flow of years.
This is the Mid-Autumn Festival, who has the fullest moon.
Hometown persimmon tree
Staying in the village garden, he was speechless and chirped to the birds.
Autumn is full of emotion, and exalting is nostalgia.
Cockscomb flowers
Standing by the fence, the crown was red like blood.
Si Chen did not see it, and his throat was bright and loud.
Look at the clouds in the mountains
The weather is washed away by the rain, and who puts the clouds phantom frequently.
Stop in front of the pavilion to be a layman, bent on being a shepherd.
Autumn colors in the small garden
The autumn scenery of the small garden is endless, and the lentil flowers are spicy and red.
Most of them are newly planted celery cabbage, a few scoops of clear water up green bushes.
National Day homecoming to see
The courtyard has been full of autumn light, and the left pile of mountain fruits and the right side of the grain.
The harvest is even more uninterrupted, and the express delivery is busy through the village.
Chestnut
The grass dew is light at the beginning of the dawn, and the chestnuts in the mountain garden are slightly bright.
The bamboo pole startled the birds, and the fruit fell with laughter.
Farmhouse autumn
The fence is surrounded by morning glory pink and purple noise, like a lamp red persimmon hanging from the branches.
Autumn grain harvest people are idle, busy selling mountain treasures web page flip.
chrysanthemum
Frost infests the dew soaks the branches and leaves the late autumn alone for a touch of spring.
Do not bend to the west wind thin bones, only full of clear qi to dye poetry new.
Tanabata for migrant workers
In the blink of an eye, after leaving home for half a year, Sijia only relied on video connections.
The poet did everything he could, who asked the migrant workers to be full of moons.
Chongyang is close
Turning the screen is dawning and heavy, and a groan is short and long.
Long time has not been the garden of the rain asked, the old year plant chrysanthemum can be fragrant.
Autumn pond
Shadow thin west wind evening cool, occasionally come to the old place next to the pavilion.
The autumn rain is boring, and the idle kite is short and long.
Splitani
Refreshing and pleasant, good valley ripe yellow.
The sound of the machine is symphonic, and the iron arm is wide open.
Looking at the gold grains flying, the colored light is stacked in front of the people.
The day has not yet moved, and the thousand acres have returned to the warehouse.
Autumn in the countryside
The countryside is beautiful in autumn, and the drunken eyes are full of sichuan grain.
The clouds weave thousands of mountains, and the wind turns ten miles of incense.
The branches are ripe and the garden is yellow.
Woye Tianxia color, the front of the building around the gallery.
Mountain residence in autumn
Kaixuan new valley ripe, overlooking the ridge leaves first yellow.
The stream is thin and supports the water, and the fish is fat and reflects the willow pond.
The village is far away, and the path is covered with the fragrance of flowers.
The harvest does not need to be hung, and the machine sounds iron arm.
Late Autumn Farmhouse
Collect the Tiantou Valley and run to the ridge to be busy.
The seeds of rattle tea are ripe and fragrant with colorful chrysanthemums.
The mountains are even pictures, and the autumn light is in the basket.
Although he returned from the moon, he laughed all the way.
The day before Chongyang climbed the Five Brains Mountain in Macheng to admire the chrysanthemums
Do not be lost in the mountains, into the garden to form a poetry alliance.
The flowers are yellow and white, and the chrysanthemums are gorgeous.
A river is surrounded by clear air, and the four sides are painted.
Take advantage of the ascension to the heights, and call on friends to give a voice.
Autumn Lotus
Skinny bones stand in the west wind, adding ink workers.
The rain has not broken, and the dream of spring is still the same.
The green sky is even blue, and the floating fragrance reflects the sun red.
Although Yan is old in autumn, his meaning is endless.
Chongyang in the city
Fear of landing every festival, remote fear of wet wipes.
The city is getting older, and the number of wild people is still deepening.
The hometown is deserted, and the family mountain is thin and old forest.
Nostalgia has nowhere to send, sitting alone in the sunset.
full moon
Qinghui Chengyu ascended the building alone, and the Yuanguo Pingchuan was all over the autumn.
The shadow of the goose is shocked to add a guest's dream, and the family mountain is in the heart with the wine.
After many years of still floating road, when can we tie the boat.
Tonight the moon is full of hope, and the column does not dare to complain about loneliness.
Moonlit Night
(Embedded with a round of bright moon yinshan river)
A round of bright moon prints mountains and rivers, and Yinhan Yaozhan sighs a lot.
The checkpoint is spent idle, and the number of poems is exhausted.
The hometown in the screen is melancholy, and the sound of the countryside in the ear provokes Mengbo.
Sideburns frost silk is still a guest, and Qinghui borrows to sing.
autumn rain
The eaves drip knocks on the window at night to dawn, and the sound of autumn is continuously drained.
The west wind withers from the branches, and the wild water collects smoke from the geese.
Sitting alone in the cool night to know the sense of endowment, occasionally turning over the old things to remember Fangying.
A pool of ups and downs are all in order, why should people ask about rain and sunshine.
Autumn nights
The ice wheel turned again, and Yinhui added fun to sit in a new cool.
The golden wind is full of good spirits, and the guiying shakes the branches and shakes the tulips.
The sound of cold insects enters the rhythm of autumn, and the clouds open wild color Guo floating light.
Xiao Xiao did not give the poem to the front, and took advantage of Qing jia's good looks.
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
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