【Poetry Characters】
Contemporary Poet Wing Autumn Season 3
Cao Guoxiang Volume
About the Author
Cao Guoxiang, born in 1962, is a native of Yueyang, Hunan. Doctor of Medicine, working in Union Hospital Affiliated to Tongji Medical College of Huazhong University of Science and Technology, engaged in clinical nuclear medicine. He is a hobbyist of classical poetry and is now a member of the China Dust Society.
weeping willow
Willows on the water embankment, cage smoke thousands of silks.
Only because of the heavy autumn rain, it has been hanging for a long time.
Autumn Step Lake
The green willows are thin at the beginning, and the evening cicadas are clear.
Obliquely sunlight illuminates the water, stepping on the leaves into the autumn sound.
Cattle back after rain
The rain is clear, and the sound of cicadas in the evening seems to be nothing.
Let the remnants of the leaves fall and sit on the white cloud map.
Mt. Akihi, Fukushima
Autumn into the purple weed fall, frost invaded the yellow chrysanthemum.
The fence gate peeks out the far road and looks at Baiyun Township.
Sit down in the woods
The branches are red and yellow, and the heart is flowing.
Even if the cicadas explain the language, the hometown dream is not suitable for autumn.
Meng Qiu
The lotus pond is cool and cocoa, and the lotus leaves are gentle.
Occasionally there are high cicadas, a window pine moon void.
Smell warblers in front of the door after the early autumn rains
Obliquely through the rain forest, the wind shakes the shadows of the trees and messes with the doors.
Even if the yellow leaves flutter in front of the steps, the purple weed is still clear.
Captive roosters
The forest courtyard and grass court live in autumn, looking for the prisoners.
Even though there is continuous rain, people still dare to shout in front of them.
Autumn wind painting
The autumn wind swept away the mountains and green, and the red and yellow dots were used to paint the screen.
Near winter, there are few colors, and the cold pavilion under frost and snow is repeated.
Autumn
They all saw that the leaves were wrecked, and it was difficult to lock the sideburns of the years.
The cool building is not shallow in autumn, and I am afraid of relying on the column alone today.
Enjoy the osmanthus flowers
The cold rain washes the leaf dust overnight, and the wood is fragrant like three springs.
The visitors were flower watchers, and they did not see the tree planters of that year.
Xin Ugly Autumn Day WuHou Ancestral Hall
There are also Han Jiayun and Liu Zhijun of the Three Gu Maolu.
What is the Marquis of the Ancestral Temple? A closer look at the text on the stele stone.
Gui Xin chuqing
Xiao is close to the peak of the building, and the mist of the green mountains disappears.
Last night it rained, today it was fragrant.
Grass green forest smoke strange, Xiaming Yanying Bridge.
If you can invite customers to drink, won't you just have two or three scoops?
Pass over the North Lake
On the left side of the Xiangqing Causeway, people enter the painting to the east.
Where the boat is now, the jianghu road has not been passed.
Amorous bullying white, solution to the lotus red.
In the sound of cicadas, the clouds are far away.
hibiscus
Originally a hedge-edge plant, it occasionally climbs the courtyard platform.
The white cloud has not met, and the green willow dream is still guessing.
The flowers fall at night, and the fragrance goes far away.
You have to stop the wind and rain and invite the moon to come.
Morning gaze
The dream is faint and the moon is light, and a touch of smoke is light.
Refreshing breath comes to the forest table, and the light of the sun enters the sound of birds.
Push the window contains the far side, sweep the path to pick up the remnants.
Broad-minded, leisurely and sunny.
Poverty Alleviation Notes
The traffic is wide and narrow, and it arrives in Yao Village in the afternoon.
Egrets fly low trees, and green mountains diagonally opposite the doors.
The posture comes to the wild and strange, wading into the water until dusk.
At night, I went into the farmhouse and talked about chickens and dolphins.
Xiangyang Gurung Middle Knee Pavilion
Sit on your knees, the sound of the stream gurgling.
The mountains and clouds are white, and the trees are green and the ponds are clear.
In the past, there were longzhong pairs, and now it is still cultivated on a ridge of acres.
The three-point world policy failed to succeed in the end.
Buchuan University West China Campus
Many years ago, time faded away.
Although the name of the school has been changed, the pattern still exists.
Birds singing green pine trees, fragrant dangui gate.
The bell tower turns north and south, and comes here to remember the grace of the teacher.
Rainy Mid-Autumn Festival
The feast has sea bass osmanthus and flowers, and a cup of fine wine is qingjia.
It is difficult to sleep mo ask Chang'e Yue, easy to get drunk and pity the HouYi family.
The goose line clouds fly in the night rain, and the warblers ring around the silhouette to call the morning sun.
The poems outside the Willow Smoke Building turn into fog, and the empty thoughts of the river flow jade mirror obliquely.
After the Mid-Autumn Festival, there is no confusion and sorrow
Dreaming of melancholy number of peeping windows, no roots and no yang.
Looking back at the building to add heat, pour a cup of moon and night to leave home.
Tao Ju does not hinder Qingyun White, and Ruan Xiao is not Guan Biye Huang.
It is difficult to dispel the vicissitudes of the sea, and the tide on the pillow is like a qiantang.
Autumn moon lake sunset view
The autumn breeze blows a pool of lotus, and the shadows are idle and the clouds are far away.
The bee was once startled by the wild finches, and the bees also sang songs.
Hillside moon cold flowers who asked, water pavilion smoke floating trees what.
In the past, Chen Wangcai was only eight buckets, and in his later years, Xiao Ser hated and consumed.
Xin ugly autumn day over the tea house
The chronology cycles into the autumn, and the leaves of the sycamore are green and steep.
Now it is five colors accompanied by bamboo cultivation, and the remaining lone branches will be turned to the small building.
Tasting tea Wu Anlin sat down, linxi was annoyed by the pillow flowing.
The golden cinnamon fragrance of the fence is still there, and the reed flower has become white-headed.
Chongyang Festival has been sent nearly rainy days
The tail is hot and late in autumn, and the weather is cloudy and the cold is falling.
Rain hoe hedge chrysanthemum incense returns to the pillow, the wind sweeps the garden sycamore leaves into the pool.
The head of the moon building can be placed in wine, and the inscription poem is to be inscribed outside the ridge.
Yu Jinke has a Chongyang covenant, and Yuxue Curling knows it alone.
Autumn rain home
Closing the eyes and closing the smoke in the ruins, the window is self-contained.
The book turns over the Tang, Song, Yuan, and Ming affairs, and dreams of chasing the east, west, south, and north chapters.
There is a Road Creek Bridge Maodian Moon, no worries about the wild crossing of the Han River boat.
So far, the wind and rain are moving in autumn, and the fragrance of cinnamon is like in the past.
Spicy ugly autumn inscription osmanthus flowers
As soon as the gold and silver millet grains appeared, the bottom of the leaves was lightly fragrant.
Rui Xiaoyi can be admired by Ju, and has a variety of styles to fall in love with.
Nian YiXian was skillful and skillful, and Zhi Ru was mad.
In the late years, the heart is at ease and the autumn rhymes, and the great river flows north and south into the dictionary.
Huan Xi Sha has been in the rain
Night rain mid-autumn color uniform, Ren Yilou hat and maple skirt. There is no dust after washing the country.
The poetry reunion flowers to the moon, the love life is like turning leaves to leave people. Push the cup into the evening.
Xijiang Moon, autumn cool morning
The rain went to the forest to sing the birds, and the clouds collected smoke under the willows. Early morning mist wets the strings. The lake ripples are shallow.
The fallen leaves drifted outside the embankment, and I stood on the side of the bridge. Knowing the autumn hongyan into the high sky. The hometown is unrecognizable.
Partridge Day Sunny and hot autumn Yin Huangzhou Chibi
Say it is the golden wind sweeping stone steps. Secretly Xiang Gui timidly opened first. In the autumn, the southern geese are sad, and the summer is obsessed with hatred and guessing.
Sandy shores, moonlight. There was still mourning left in the red wall in front of me. Po Weng words are endowed with the events of the year, where does the rift shore come from?
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