【Huxiang Poet】
Yan Qiulin Selected Poems
About the Author
Yan Qiulin, a native of Zhuzhou, Hunan, has a college degree and is a member of the Communist Party of China, and has been engaged in educational work for forty-three years. Senior Teacher. He is currently a member of the Chinese Poetry Society, a member of the China Yanglian Society, the vice chairman and deputy secretary-general of the Wild Grass Poetry Society, and the president of the Third Training Institute of the Wild Grass Poetry Society. His works are mostly found in publications such as "Chinese Poetry", "Poetry Journal", "Heart Tide Poetry" and other publications, as well as Guangming Network and Writers Network.
ZhaoYu Tea Capital
Wang Wei's hometown yang cha du, extremely famous city painting Shu.
The ancient road leads to the Jin Dynasty, and the civilization is connected to the early Tang Dynasty.
The dream of the gray tiles of the moon flow is still there, and the rain hits the green brick poetry.
Worthy of the deep roots and hot soil, the tea fragrance is full of new houses today.
Changsha West Lake Park tour
The lake is full of joy and strange scenery.
Skinny willow bend bridge wave lying on, idle cloud wild duck in the water.
Leaning column photography is casual, pillow stone lining ren erwu.
The most is the song of the mountain and the flowing water, and the sound of the piano accompanies me on the way home drunk.
Dongyang (new rhyme)
Spray thin red sun shining in the mountain city, not cold new winter.
The Xiangshui river is leisurely and sunny, and the fishing boat is slowly warming in the wind.
Listen to the birds full of branches, and look at the short skirts all over the alleys.
Xiujing was intoxicated and frequently looked back at Xingyounong.
Former residence of Qiu Jin in Gurudwara Prefecture
Under the fog of Mount Jiulang, he knocked on the house to find the spirit of the female hero.
Tears spilled in front of the hall, and thunder rose on the wall of the dragon groan.
A hundred bodies are difficult to redeem the blood, and a room is flowing with Fang De Yongxin.
Do you know whether Gao Huaijun hand planted, around the age of Lu to the people of youth.
Visit the former residence of General Geng Biao
The general's hometown remembers the sages, and his feelings are frequent.
The bloody battlefield drives away the tigers and leopards, and the qi rushes the Xiaohan twists Kun Qian.
A lifetime is only for the mountains and rivers to be solid, and nine deaths do not move the rock.
Ling DeGao wind passed on to the descendants, Qing Fen Liang Festival for ten thousand years.
Bu Yun Du Fu Qiu Xing Eight Songs · One of them
The cold frost stained Xiulin, and the sense of urgency was Xiao Sen.
In front of the door, a total of three points of white, the flow of you is an inch of yin.
Into the eyes of a thousand bushes of chrysanthemums with a smile, wearing flowers two butterflies happy.
The glitz abandons the crane, but the continuation of the relationship does not ask the anvil.
Note: Affection, express feelings. Borrowed finger to compose poetry.
Yellow crane tower
Yun Fei painted a high hill, and the crane shadow went away without leaving.
The mountains on both sides of the strait are raining, and a river is dewy and cold.
The amorous flute plums are falling, and the old dreamers have flowed in the world.
Li Bai you Heng is not seen today, and the slanting sun is full of herbs in Manchuria.
Xiangjiang Goddess Park
A pulse of clear waves did not harvest, and The Spring Mountain swept away the brow of sorrow.
Cherry blossoms blow fragrant snow, green bamboo thousand branches cage Bizhou.
Emperor Shun's wordless man had gone, and the goddess intended to dream for a long time.
Xiangjiang is now happy to spread the good story, and the famous garden is even more upstairs.
Swim in Meixi Lake
Butterfly change plum creek in front of you, the lake is beautiful and the water is moving.
Qingbo reflects the shadow of the building, and the oblique sun floats on the island.
Far away from the green mountains call the egret, close to the thin waves kissing the light boat.
At this time, when you have fun, you need wine, and the grass is full of rhymes.
Candle Ode
The Qinghui is full of grass halls, and the pavilion jade shadow is full of light.
Jing Lun Bu Lu wept red, and the qinhe melted the pregnant beam.
There are clean and splendid embroidery in the chest, and the vicissitudes of the home and country are in mind.
The frost is stained with no regrets, and the wax torch becomes a gray scene even more magnificent.
Mid-Autumn Moon Night
Gui Ying's jade dew circle, amorous flying geese over the peak.
Nine days of refreshing breath with the autumn solstice, a night of nostalgia to hold the moon sleep.
The small cake is fragrant and sweet, and the big bang dreams chase the spaceship.
The silver glow is as clear as water, and it is like a spring of wine this evening.
Chongyang ascended to the heights
Flowing years to Chongyang several times, cold to the peak of the bold.
The wind and clouds under your feet are surging and the thunder and waterfall in front of the cliff are sounding.
Ascend to the top of the river and the sky is wide, and the hat is fangzhi gui juxiang.
Looking over the floating clouds, Hugh asked again, and his heart was like a goose knowing and hiding.
Bu Yunjing and Du Fu "Little To"
Hugh's sideburns are dark and urged, and the leisure rhymes spontaneously.
Under the hedge hoe garden listened to the birds chirping, and the eyes were frustrated and discouraged.
In the spring, more willows are planted by the pool, and plums are planted before the backyard after the rain.
Wait until the east wind blows the green field, invite friends to chat about the drunken cup.
New Year's
Mo Fei flew on the snow and tried to write new words to send old years.
Yellow dyeing east hedge pity ju can, red urge North Ridge Xi Mei Yan.
Nostalgia for thousands of miles of books spread geese, exploring the moon nine xiaoxiao full of love.
At the age of one, he was celebrated, and Heqing Gaosong waved a whip.
Bu Yunfeng and Mr. Lin Feng", "Little Summer"
The sky is steaming like an oven, and the green willow lake pond is envious of the bird.
Desert rice flowers are dyed with xiaxia color, and green lotus leaves are dewy.
The wind and waves startled the herons, and the rain and clouds passed over the colt.
The order of the festival does not change, and there is a gap in the chest to embrace Qiongyu.
The tomb of the martyr Saul Dzogne
Raise your eyebrows and worship the hero, and the rain splashes the mountain flowers.
A thousand-word inscription sings vigorously, and a tiger's guts shake the sky.
Torture destroys the husband's aspirations, and the proud bones still have the style of martyrdom.
The blood of the hundred years will eventually turn blue, and the vast qi will always run through the long rainbow.
Congratulations on the 100th anniversary of the founding of the Communist Party of China
Struggle for a hundred years of wind and rain, the divine dragon correction of the head of the saga.
The ship broke the waves to lead the way, and the axe opened the sky into a magnificent song.
Shovel three mountains to change the country, the flag red miles of rivers and rivers.
Today, when ChiXian is steamed, every time I remember the heroes, I have many tears.
Praises to Mr. Soong Ching Ling
A lifetime of frank victory over the eyebrows, no fear of the wind and cold more blowing.
Smash the cage and break the shackles to ensure safety.
Stand up and serve the country with all your heart, and strive to help the king to give up his life.
Righteousness is like a fire, and fenggong has long been famous in the world.
Congratulations to Mr. Ye Jiaying for being named the Chinese moving in 2020
Xuelin was full of vigor and he xiong, and the sound was like spring thunder.
There are five cars in the abdomen to shock haidai, and only then are divided into eight buckets of Xuan Xiahong.
Wind and turmoil early cast on the gold medal, amber long stream jade bowl.
Touched by the Shenzhou to come, the famous mountain cause innovation work.
Ode to the Centenary of the Communist Party of China
——President Yi Yunfeng and Zhou Wenzhang
The former worried people were in tears, and a boat roared out of the South Lake.
Kyushu's blood is fertile and colorful, and the hundred battle flags are bold.
The stars and mountains and rivers are scattered, and the chickens are roaring and the wind and rain swords are long.
Looking at the Chinese god Dragon Leap today, we held our original intention and stepped on the Guangqu.
May Fourth Youth Day
Endure the yellow and sleepy, and Pifu does not do the only awakening.
For a hundred years, we have been tired of fishy smells, and thousands of miles have fought to get rid of decaying dust.
Peng's wings support the seaside day, and the phoenix dances heavily in the fire.
Hulai Desai turned into manna and urged the spring everywhere in Shenzhou.
autumn rain
Hazy Xiaoyu kisses the branches, and the Ten Mile Smoke Village is quiet.
Maple leaves flutter on the redstone path, and petals fall into the stream.
Mulberry Yu Ten Thousand Acres of Eyebrows Are Happy, Ju Gui Thousand Plants Rhyme Soft.
The most is the rice fragrant fresh fruit, the family laughs and overflows the Qiong Lou.
Guan Dong Song has a sense (new rhyme)
If you wait for thousands of peaks, you can also take root in the cliffs.
Ling Frost is proud of the snow and ice heart, blocking the rain and shielding the wind.
The four seasons are verdant to welcome friends and guests, and a century-old romance has created plum edges.
If you do not change your life, you will be accompanied by late smoke with residual flowers.
Spring Rain (Rhyme)
Wet leaves water the flowers and small strands, and a bay of water wants to level the embankment.
The japanese wind gently plays the taoyuan song, and the waves whisper Du Fu's poems.
Thousands of flowers contain pearls and fragrance, and thousands of branches spit out emerald green leaves.
Lian Shan looked around at the smoke, which was absolutely better than Yaochi painting fans.
translucent
The green waves are round, and the lake is full of autumn colors every year.
Microwaves sway the stars and moons, and egrets fly to reflect the water and sky.
The rising tide and the cold destroy the end is a dream, and the wind is high and the white night is sleepy.
Du Pity Dong died without a day, and he was even more ashamed of the frost to the sideburns.
Partridge Day Xiangjiang Happy Snow Tour
Ten thousand deep pits erect Qiong Lou. Taoyuan Wonderland is hard to harvest. Icebergs are drunk with snow, and ropeways are flowing in the air.
Hao shou dance, childish praise. This body is like swimming in the middle of a painting. The ruins turned into magical scenes, and the unique spirits shone on the five continents.
Butterfly Love Flower Tour Elephant Trunk Nest Mountain
--Yun and Mr. Dai Zhongya
Thousands of xiangbo spring rise early, fish play Meixi, than the eyes of the double duck old. Yuelu is surrounded by clouds and clouds, and the lotus mountain sleeps under the grass.
Where is the good health care in the world, all over the mountains are peachy, and the butterflies are fragrant. Elephant Trunk Park has a beautiful environment, and in his later years he welcomed Weng Mi happily.
Partridge Day · The rest of my life
At dusk, he taught and cultivated in the evening, and planted chrysanthemums around the fence for the rest of his life. Idle listen to the bamboo rain pine wind, look down at the smoke window moonlight.
Find the magic ink, appreciate the new sound. The pro-post is really qing. Chang Huai was indifferent to Tao Gongzhi and wrote poems to praise Taiping.
Partridge Day Red Dust Meditation
The twilight drum and morning bell wrap around the ear strings. Otherworldly dreams contain smoke. The green mountains are still the darling of the sunset, and the evergreen green streams of cypress are babbling.
Thousands of piles, all kinds of entanglements. How can it be convected years? The world is full of impermanence, and only the cultivators learn the sages.
Partridge Tian thanked the Chinese astronauts
Space exploration is silently pursued. Wind, frost, snow and rain do not stop. Nine Heavens sweep the moon and are full of pride, and the rivers are full of ambition.
Boke Hai, the leader. Triumphal songs are frequently played. Every day when the long arrow vacates, more tributes are made to the heroes and wines.
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