【Poetry Yearbook】
Frost condensation Spicy ugly word selection
About the Author
Frost condensation, real name Tang Shuangning. Cultural scholar, poet, painter, calligrapher, invited researcher of the Central Research Museum of Literature and History. Consultant of Chinese Poetry Society and Yunfan Poetry Friends Association, Honorary President of China Yuelian Society, Honorary Chairman of Li Kejian Painting Academy. He has been engaged in financial work for a long time, and is now mainly engaged in cultural research and artistic creation.
Yulou Spring and Winter Solstice (Li Yu body)
It is cold on Sundays today, and the plum blossoms blow snow. Some people are wandering in the dream, and the south ridge is gradually waking up in the spring.
Pick the curtain outdoor cold wind fierce, a smile and wait. Bedside wine is a book of poetry, and it is not felt to read it first.
Ding Fengbo, Reading Tao Yuanming's Drinking Poems (Ouyang Jiongti)
Drinking and chanting is reading pottery, and the true meaning of this is better than the mash. The center of the car and horse noise is far away, a thousand lights, slightly drunk and unconscious.
Simply drop the cup and change the bowl, fill it up, and feel like a bird flying into the sky. The liquor also needs to be accompanied by calligraphy and painting, take the pipe, and walk the sheep in the immortal kingdom.
Water Tune Song Head Reading Su Shi's Poem "Lushan Smoke and Rain" (Mao Huan Body)
Smoke and rain at the top of the mountain, big waves zhejiang tide. Long nights of searching, building long roads. Qin Jing's hanging beams were piercing, Kang Yin's sacs were covered with snow, and how many tears were sturdy. I am only afraid of losing my life, and I think back to the sky.
Salt iron theory, industrial palm, degree branch tuning. Conscience masturbated to the homeland, and did not dare to claim credit. Let the horse Nanshan idle, regain the Danqing Hanmo, is also a Le Taotao. Smoke and rain at the top of the mountain, big waves zhejiang tide.
Attached: Su Shiyuanyu (the last poem written to his son Su Guo before his death)
Lushan smoke and rain Zhejiang tide, not to a thousand hate can not disappear.
There is nothing else to do, Lushan smoke and rain Zhejiang tide.
Water tune song head read "Dream of the Red Chamber" funeral flower words
Flowers outside the window are messy, and the red chamber is read on the pillow. Winter comes red and falls incense, idle for the ancients to worry. It is said that it is a flower flying flower, and the sorrow is nowhere to be found, and the tears are spilled to find the fragrant hill. If you want to be buried with flowers, you are so stupid that there is no reason.
High in heart, thin in life, regret to stay for a long time. I was very troubled by myself, and I stopped crying for a few hours. But it is a book to hide the sigh, a life of solitary sexual fetish, sooner or later white head. Only purity comes and goes, and does not teach to sink into ditches.
Water tune song head Yang Xiu
Xiao Ser urged Qiu to grow old, and the valley was full of swords. Originally a talent in the world, three generations have meritorious names. Helpless literati, everywhere arrogant and open-minded, showing off small cleverness. Sigh chicken ribs, chicken ribs mistaken life.
One wide, one crisp, one frightened. Wei Gong's family affairs are unpredictable, and Ji Dou cooks with people. Looking back on the past of a thousand years, the long stream of water is still there, rolling for whom. Gusts of westerly winds, fading away from the sound of horses' hooves.
Photos of Mr. Frost Ning's painting exhibition
Water tune song head reading Pottery poems
Good dream a bed pillow, curtain outside the day three poles. I don't know what night it is, but I smell the old smoke of war. Thinking of the three parts of the world, the most envious Zhou Lang Chibi, borrowing fire to break the Cao ship. But where is it now, the east water is boundless.
Yue Five Lakes, Hanliu Temple, Jin Taoyuan. Wake up and reread Tao Ling and look back at Wulingyuan. At the foot of the South Mountain, the seedlings are sparse and grassy, and the fastest is leisurely. Talk about a pot of wine, speak to the ancients alone.
Water tune song head over the old site of Youzhou Terrace
Being in Youzhou Land, I don't want to go to Youtai. The ancients saw nothing but snow. However, Shusheng Yisuke, alone in the leisurely world, sniffled down to the end of the world. A face full of color, and finally a dust.
Tao Lingyou, Dongpo Kuang, Zi Ang mourning. It is said that the characters have gone through thousands of steps through the ages. And the Road Huangzhou is degraded, and gradually no one recognizes, and he walks the township street freely. The way of life is transparent like a child.
Note: After Su Shi degraded Huangzhou, there was a poem that said, "Self-satisfaction gradually becomes unknown."
Partridge Day Don't Goose
Yellow leaves blow in another autumn, and the small garden geese pass through the cloud tower. Acquaintances see each other without green hair, and they do not know how to add white heads to the day.
The wind is fierce, raise your eyes, how can you stay for eight thousand miles. Fuqin sent a thousand songs of words and a hook of wine.
Water tune song head read Wang Yu Wei Xiao Zhu Lou record
Fate is made by people, degraded to Huangzhou. Suddenly Xiao Bi Tiandi, HuangZhu Xiao Qiong Lou. The light of the Hirano Mountains swallowed far away, and the sound of the rapid rain broke the jade, and looked around at the head of the building. Cranes and towels are there, covering up to relieve worries.
The right pick-up, the left counselor, for the king' plot. Who knows eight years and three deposed, talking and laughing to see the ups and downs. Not exhausted to the east of the Yangtze River, Mo Negative breeze and bright moon, drink leisurely. Just spit it out quickly, a chant.
Water tune song head Mid-Autumn Festival reading Dongpo words
See also the Mid-Autumn Moon, not the people in the moon. At that time, the invitation to the moon was heartfelt, and the chest spat out the soul. Put the wine Qingtian to ask, Yu Yu Qiong building high, in exchange for free body. Thousands of miles of Chan Juan, the master of the earth is true.
Sad clutch, there is a round deficiency, look at the red dust. Mistakenly crowning the robe, worrying about self-harm. Fortunately, there is Wutai Yushi, sin degrading Huangzhou regimental training, poetry Fu Xuetang Gate. There is a moon of love in the heavens, and only lovers are illuminated.
Water tune song head Xin ugly Mid-Autumn Moon improvisation
The bright moon is rising, and the jade light is hanging. Silver frost is sprinkled flat on the ground, and there are soothing eyebrows in the sky. Such a good mid-autumn night, look at who is upset, and the wind rises to borrow the cloud ladder. The moon landing poem was chanted, touching the jade glass.
Too white frightened, zi Zhan woke up, and shared the cup. How much to pursue in life, thousands of miles to Emei. Saying that Xun Yang was exiled, he also laughed at Huang Zhou's depreciation, and people came to the hospital for illness. Don't ask if there is a lack of rounds, night and night can not leave.
Xingxiangzi Blood is still red (Chao's body)
No words, intentional autumn wind. In the small courtyard, there are sycamores on the ground. It is unbearable to look at, and the green fades red. The sun slopes to the west, the geese come to the north, and the water flows east.
Old and old, young and old, Dingjun Mountain, veteran general Huang Zhong. The case side of the tube, immediately carved the bow. Seeing few people, although the hair is white, the blood is still red.
Water tune song head autumn painting
In August, the sky is cool, looking at the Northern Yan Mountain. When I heard it, snow was flying, and the frost was lonely and lonely. Slowly put away the obsession, the courtyard returned to seclusion, and the autumn rain beat the column dry. The window bamboo breeze is drunk, and the green leaves are dancing.
The cheeks are glowing, the lights are chaotic, and the moonlight is cold. Looking back at the past, I waved the lamp. Su Zitao knew me, this is a cloth material, relying on a single person. All in the poetry and painting, You Xianzi Lingtan.
Lang Tao Sha Ling read Su Shi's words
Jiefu is an old and decaying man, angry with Wen Gong, and a hero who is difficult to succeed in Zizhan. Thousands of years of Wutai unjust prison case, smoke and rain misty.
The big waves flow to the east, the Chibi is lonely, and the rivers and mountains are picturesque and give new winds. A generation of word sects who laid, dream yuanfeng.
Note: Wang An Shi Zi JieFu was known as The Duke of Xiang, Sima Guang, the Duke of Wen, and the Case of Su Shi Wutai was committed during the Song Yuanfeng period when he degraded Huangzhou.
Huan Xi Sha · creation
The outdoor autumn wind blows down the Ying, and the northern geese do not go south. Chest block with whom to sing.
Poetry wine accompanies five willows every day, and the night of the milli-cone accompanies three more. Spit out a lifetime.
Su MuShaw Invitation Moon
The evening wind is soft, and the autumn rain is thin. Weak willows hang low, and the pool water is microwaved and wrinkled. Twilight is out of the clouds. The weary birds return home, and the West Pavilion is cool.
Hair like frost, lights like beans. Invite a thousand cups of the moon to reminisce about his old age. Leaning on the railing wind full of sleeves. Look at the broken home mountain until three more leaks.
Xijiang Moon Autumn Rain
Autumn rain came from outside the window, and the small garden felt cold at first. The hazy night fell on the western wall, and Huang Ju looked shy.
Unload a lifetime of toil in exchange for two sideburns. The snoring gradually pillowed the rattan bed, and the outside of the body could not be forgotten.
Bodhisattva Man Autumn Rain
The west wind whispers softly at night, and the small building is helpless to add coolness. Pillow side dream off the mountain, life has not been idle.
Nowadays, poetry and painting are lovers, and autumn rain is tasted in tea. There is a long stream outside the curtain, and the recruiter has been white-headed.
Laughing At Ling Autumn Rain
Autumn rain, autumn rain, stealing whispers to the small garden. At night, the flowers are shy in the depths, and the fragrance is a hundred feet around the building. The building is circling, the building is circling, attracting a flock of birds.
Fishing song zi autumn rain night painting two
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White hair cool breeze cold painting screen, lone lamp remnant moon dark light. Autumn is silent, tears go first, and the cold window is full of a sound.
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A thousand glasses of turbid wine did not stop, and the desk was happy to be Danqing. Two words, three more paintings, the mood is difficult to suppress to the chicken chirping.
Raccoon Creek Sand swaying west wind
Swaying west wind flowers a few branches, red and yellow fall chaotic look jagged. The sunset shines obliquely on passers-by.
The long memories of the spring breeze are full of faces, and now the autumn rain is frowning. Zhu Yan was helpless when she was crippled.
Su Mucha Moon Full Tall Building
The leaves are yellow at the beginning of the year, and the autumn is gradually refreshing. The moon is full of tall buildings, and the silver waves upstairs are rippling. Wanli River is brewing. And in front of the Dou Zun, do your best to feed the west wind.
Look back slowly, your mind is released. The road of the world is endless, and the Wu zi chang'an swings. The past is a thousand ends and three stacks of waves. The long pavilion of smoke and rain is looking at the sun.
Calm the storm and deal with the heat
The small courtyard idled and sighed a lot, and the murmuring curtain sent autumn waves. The green leaves are slightly yellow in the heat, it is difficult to stop, and the ruthless wind and rain are also a river.
Withered west wind lonely tree, speechless, who can talk with words. A red chamber turned a few times, thoughts, and listened to the song around the beam.
Huanxi Sha Phoenix Center Painting Exhibition
Flying like a big picture screen, the Phoenix Building is full of people. A sensation in the city.
The ink color seven faces condensed rhyme, cloud smoke a piece of paper spit heart sound. It's touching.
Sauvignon Blanc Autumn Wind
Spring is leisurely, summer is leisurely, and the autumn breeze is crowded all over the building. Blown Nong's head white.
Years are approaching autumn, people are approaching autumn, a tree is golden who keeps. The leaf shakes a thousand pieces of sorrow.
Ugly slave read the word
At that time, I knew the taste of sorrow, wanted to go upstairs, wanted to go upstairs, and the mundane affairs added to the second worry.
Nowadays, I don't know the taste of sorrow, poetry and painting, poetry and painting, and the great white pipa is drunk.
Appeal to heartfelt feelings and spring dreams
Spring breeze night half up the tall building, walking gently. More leaks break people awake, and the memories in the dream are ups and downs.
The head is snowing, the years are approaching autumn, and the revisit is again. The bard put the wine, painted the sea across the boat, drunk to relieve a thousand sorrows.
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