Hu Tiecheng: Autumn Flowers Eleven Questions

Hu Tiecheng

About the Author

Hu Tiecheng, a native of Maolu and Xushen Township, Dongxiang, Henan Province. After graduating from Henan University in 1964, he served as the stage art designer of the Beijing Opera Troupe of Henan Province, the deputy director of the Ancient Books Sorting Department of the Provincial Library, and the deputy secretary of the Provincial Great Hall of the People. He is currently a member of the Chinese Poetry Society, a member of the Henan Poetry Society, the vice president of the Provincial Elderly Poetry Research Association, the deputy editor of Heyue Poetry, the executive vice president of the Zhengzhou Poetry Society and the Zhengzhou Elderly Poetry Research Association, and the editor-in-chief of Zhengzhou Poetry.

Poetic works

A chrysanthemum

Bright color extends outside the fence, and Zhuo is frosted.

Xia's remnants melt splendidly, and the dew is cold and washes the dust.

Think of the ages, and enjoy the four suburbs with the flowers.

The inscription garden recalled Tao Ling, and recited the Yellow Nest with a smile.

Two Luan tree flowers

In the spring of October of the year, the four orders are unparalleled.

Gold chips flutter three paths, red bell clusters half window.

Mengxi talked about the money, and Zhou Li talked about the pile.

The rain is still strong, and the autumn chill has not fallen.

Three sunflowers

The sun flowers are old, and the group is recorded in the new.

Dan is lonely and lonely, and the festival is cleansed of wind and dust.

The poem enters the lonely and drunk, and the name has been passed down for thousands of years.

Laughing at the words on the screen, it is said to be a root.

Four geese come red

Autumn colors are drunk, wind and rain are mournful.

The red jade stems are carved and the leaves are cut.

When you first fly, you want to wander again and again.

Qiangu Dan green hands, Yan Zhu dialed quickly.

Five cockscomb flowers

Yaohua condensed white dew, and Cui Yu trembled with zhu crown.

Xiao Zhiming is quiet, and the depths of togen are safe.

The flowers are exhausted, and the five virtues are completed by god.

Dancing non-in, Jushi Bing candle to see.

6 Sisal

The leaves burst out of the heavenly sword, and the flowers bloomed and the snow lotus.

Lu Qiu is condensed and clean, and the wind and dawn dance are delicate.

Reading the world is prestigious and strong, and the king must have sideburns.

Southern Xinjiang has a lot of this thing, and thousands of miles embrace the gods.

Seven Yong Osmanthus Flowers

10,000 points of golden buds, thousands of layers of green leaves.

The sky is light and long, and the flower rain is noisy.

Accompany me to the toad moon, invite the king to drink cinnamon mash.

Chang'e is half drunk, singing and chopping high.

Eight Onion Orchid

Innocence is called a gentleman, and the flowers on both sides of the edge of the creek.

Linliu pity Qianying, invading the path into people's homes.

Lu Xian's new posture is quiet, and Frost Fei is angry.

The heart is not big, and it can be embellished with a day.

Nine wood hibiscus

The bright color is hazy and good, and Xiao Makeup is not awake.

The autumn wind blows, and the cold dew stands in the pavilion.

The water flowers should be smiled, and the frost-repellent branches are more fragrant.

Nine songs chanted QuZi, and the wood was picked up by Xiang Ling.

Ten indigo flowers

The frost became more and more intense, and the dew dripped on Fangzhou.

There are high ambitions in the air, and there is amorous love for autumn.

The stream runs through the bottom of the stem and leaves, and the crane steps the spikes and flowers.

Whoever walks away from the tears of man, the blood stains flow with the water.

11 Reed flowers

The azure wind is chaotic, and the white spikes of the continent are deep.

Thousands of miles full of smoke, a canopy of snow.

Jiangtou Sima tears, the moon under the Shaoling heart.

The bushes startle the reed flute, tuned like a vernacular sound.