【New Yunfan Poets】
Liu Boyu has selected twenty poems from his own selection
The new Yunfan poet Liu Boyu
Seven absolutes
Night view of Chongqing Fucheng
The giant town of Xiongfan is Yuzhou, and the night rain and the river are constantly rising.
Put the light and shadow of the tall buildings outside, and the wind and dust dream to go to the autumn.
New Autumn Miscellaneous
Tang Hua laughed at the autumn wind this night, but wrote a poem about Lying Rainbow.
I sent a letter to Shu County, and the window was tested in the moon.
Remember dreams
The fig trees fall to the ashes, and the old dreams of the rivers and mountains return in an instant.
The sword rode back to Luoyi, and the Khan glared angrily at the dragon pile.
Heat
What about a scorching sun? Xiao Shuhua Shadow to Junge.
Dongpo wrote about ordinary things, and wanted to see the clear stream of pan cuibo.
Five laws
Send and merge the deceased of the state
The moon is red, and the lake shines on the Shrine.
Years come to the north, and I return to the south.
Cui Sleeve waved tears, and lead soaked in the twilight pool.
Thinking about the dream is far away, laughing for whom to talk.
Winter lyrical
Foot sores through winter, wind and moon and people are special.
The north is full of snow, and the southern frontier is a fearful road.
The barren mountains are buried with iron horses, and the history of Qingshi has poor Confucianism.
Six counties of liangjiazi, yellow sand cracked skin.
Seven laws
Eat roasted whole lamb
The most honored sheep of the six animals in ancient times, the felt tent winter deep with wine pulp.
Sit around the stove to drive away the cold, and forget about hunger and meat.
Mountain wind fog shades the smoke moon, cumin and leeks in the bowl.
I wish to be a Han and Tang Dynasty side plug, and from now on, I will follow the example of Hu Qiang.
Cold winter is posted until late at night
The poems are weak and godless, and the spirit is difficult and drained.
And boil black tea and cheese, good cooking yellow eel and quail.
In the south, there is no snow in the west garden, and in the north, only the old dream spring is left.
Let me write a long song book, contemplating the people in the painting on the riverbank.
Evening classes
In the cold winter, the situation is getting confused, and I am immersed in words and poems.
Gossip never follows the water, and rumors have nowhere to worry.
Luzhong tried the sword to stay Zen, and the mountain looked for flowers to meet the old knowledge.
Dan twilight and dusk are cautious, why not throw a pen and smile.
Late Autumn Study Books
In the early autumn, the cold rain washes the empty court, and the spirit is written in the night sitting room.
Turbid wine to study light ink, inscription reading strike rare stars.
His brows furrowed and he smiled at the two sides of the Han River.
The newly purchased purple is like a sharp sword, and the hidden edge is invisible into paper.
Spicy ugly cold autumn food hot pot
The flower lantern shines on the golden stove fire, and the duck blood is newly cooked and tea is tried.
The cuisine in the north is only livestock meat, and the southern flavor is full of fish and shrimp.
It is like the Han and Jin Qingliu feasts, not envious of the Sui and Tang noble relatives.
The cup of fat house water is relieved, and the excess abdomen is left in vain to remember the years.
Title plastic dinosaur toy
The Eight Wilds reigned as kings in ancient times, and transformed Linglong into a distant country.
Place the book and keep the relics, and carry XiangRui into the poetry bag.
Like a sword and claw, it is like a sword with a double pupil glowing blue.
This night dreams back to the Triassic Period, for the rest of the mount.
Title flang machine wine concurrently sent and state old friends
Autumn came to drink three pots, drunken eyes Orchid sideburns black.
In the dream, the song is singing and thinking of the exotic land, and the short day between the flowers plays the demon fox.
How to wake up and forget the feelings, it should be a smile in front of the bottle.
It was like the kunlun west sea, like a pearl washed with the fog and rain.
Title my old round collar robe
The noon window woke up in the rain, and did not give new words to write the old ones.
The falling leaf streamer song gradually swallowed, and the clear wave reflected the song and competed with each other.
When you come and go, you can also see Zhang Taiyue, and this time you go to Yusi Wild to cross the smoke.
It should be like the heyday of the New Century, Wang Sun sighed at the mirror.
Qinling Huaigu
I looked for the broken part of the green mountain, and the green moss of the Akishino Temple was invaded.
Rampage the Northern Tang Dynasty Divine Strategy, walking Ma Qilian Han Imperial Forest.
Poetry and wine are like paintings, and the articles are ancient and modern.
Red dust who remembers drifting zero guests, unsolved acacia night heart.
ancientry
Mid-Autumn Festival Rhapsody Song
It is difficult to become a poem when the red is blown out, and it is the time when the haggard river sky is haggard. Hua Lantern Ming Day Jialing Water, Lonely Boat Contemplation Anyone Knows. In the past, I was drunk and humorous, and whispered the ancient words of Dongpo. The long sword of the Northern Dynasty buried the night snow, reflecting the unique posture of the palace people. Gathering and scattering the moon in the mirror of karma, like a star falling in the Maha pond. The young man was in chaos, and he lamented that the flowers in the Tang Palace were late. In front of Emperor Taizong's mausoleum, he drank Huma and slaughtered the car master to the western region. Pilgrimage to Pei Xingjian of Dai Prefecture, Late Fenyin Hou Tu Ancestral Temple. How can the world's meritorious names be remembered, and there is no king in Jinling to offer it. Only the plain chicken brush, the Aoyama homeland to write acacia.
The gate is nostalgic
I am a poet and drinker in This Shudi, and I often think about the White Emperor City in the book. As soon as the bright moon sent me, the autumn wind on the river shattered and cold. Yizhou lock key thousands of things, self-appointed yokozuna endowment expedition. Gu Shu Wolf Smoke against the long sword, Nanguo Shu Li played the jade kite. Qu Tang this scene is lonely, and the traveler complains about the return journey. Recalling the new Mangjiuzhou rebellion in the past, ten years of soldiers destroyed Xijing. Gongsun Prancing Horse Fengtu Chen, Chengdu Northern Que God Crow Ming. Sadly, I dreamed of heavenly sons, and the luck of virtue was always by Han Bing. Xiao Sa's wind and dust greeted zhao fiercely, and the flames of Yiling shone brightly. To this night, the white bone language is still accompanied by the green lights of the lonely temple. Xiang Xiang wept and cried sadly, and did not see ZTE Four Seas Flat. Hu rode the hunting cave once fishy, just like the new pavilion for the homeland. The god of the building ship bowed and crossbowed, and ten thousand arrows covered the stars. The Song and Yuan dynasties are now over, and the Han River has gone to the vicissitudes day and night. Zhongyi stayed in the clouds, and the emperor hydrated duckweed with it. I am now waving the state capital, but pray for the peace of the family and the country!
Xin Ugly Year self-titled small portrait
Reminiscing about the past, he rode into Liangzhou, and Hushasai dusted in the autumn. The Yellow Moon of the Xiongnu Grass is still cold, and the snow-covered moraine mountain is even more quiet. Felt hat fox Qiu River West wine, long river lonely fort scattered side sorrow. Also known as Jinyang Light and Thin, traveling to and from Fang City in the middle of the night. On the han family's business, it should be written about the Qingshi Zhu Xuhou. The ancient pagoda of Fenshui is a god crow, and in his dreams he only recites poetry and flowers. North Wangshuo desert people do not sleep, high-rise false poetry from sencha. He was once a swordsman in the middle of the world, and the Central Plains was a few days and the end of the world. Nandu Zichen Turkic horses, do not envy the spring supper drunk Beijing. Once on the banks of the Lufu River, the blue clouds and floating shadows of warblers cried out. Ten years of crazy drunken rangers, unknown home garden scenery change. Qingcheng Emei was long gone, and he dared to sigh in the old air. Late autumn read the Sui Emperor's Chronicle, and the sun and dusk every time the Zen master's words are written. Taoist sources flow out of historical officials, why destroy the eyebrows and chase fame and fortune. Jun is gone, Tao Ling has been gone for thirty years, and Zi Ang is most in love with Roselle. The troubles of the world should be like the sand of the Ganges, but leave a poem to Chu Tian.
The former site of the establishment of the Jiusan Society on the banks of the Yuzhou River
The evening wind blows cold autumn, and the loft of the male domain is very small. The carriage and horse did not stop to go to the county, and xiang Qingshi Huaixian. Remembering the past, the Wu slaves were even into the Kou, and the mountains and seas of Zhuxia were full of wolf smoke. The Han army drank horses from the Great Wall Caves, and rode and killed people at the water's edge. Jingguan also built Yu Xianggui, and the southern crossing of the monarch was not pitiful. The young man with a knife should not regret death, Edo should open the hell lotus. Jun did not see, Xu Gongbi wrote jiangnan ancient hatred, it was like the Tang Dynasty Yan LuGong waved a sacrifice to the nephew in front of his eyes, the former dynasty of the old things followed the clouds, and the boy recited the sword of loyalty and righteousness.
Suizhou Huaigu
The rain is dripping with cold leaves, and the strange singing of soldiers is in the car. Hugh will be remnants of flowers on the moss, scattered in the water to coexist with the tide. I have been riding from Dongchuan, and I have sung to the sword long Song Suizhou City. Went west to Jinguan Chao Fengque, once listened to old Du Yin white bones. Yizhou Hao right He snobbery, Xiang Xiang only served as Jing Xiang pawn. Cut off the door as the emperor, and the lonely mountain and the jackal walk. Qing Shi still remembers Huan Xuanwu, and there is no more Chen Ziang in the world. The young man took the sword out of Bashu and did not let the beacon shine on Luoyang. The name of the merit is only taken from the outside of the plug, and the wind blows on the Youzhou stage. The lights and shadows of the Bijiang River follow the stars, just like the Milky Way. Long read the South China Sea Guanyin, a dream bodhi to Jin Tang.
About the Author
Liu Boyu, Ziyuzhi, a native of Yuechi, Sichuan, was born in July 1990 and is a member of the Jiusan Society. Graduated from the School of History and Culture of Shanxi University, he loves ancient Chinese history, poetry and calligraphy, and has literary and historical papers and poetry works scattered in various publications.