【Poetry Yearbook】
Maundy Shin Ugly Roll
About the Author
Fang Wei, the owner of Mao Miaoxuan (濯缨), born in December 1958, is a native of Luoshan County, Henan Province. Consultant of the Yun Fan Poetry Friends Association. He is the author of "Mao Miao Network Poetry Anthology", "Mao Miao Collection" and "Selected Poems of Mao Miao" published by "Poetry Journal", and other monographs such as "Analects of Languages" and "Entering the Book of Poetry" are to be published. Won the 2018 Chen Ziang Poetry Award of Poetry Journal.
Mao Miao Xin Ugly Self-Selected
Quatrains
Red Ande Road
The water crosses the mountain and the pine road slopes, and the brute soft language comes out of the house.
Nan Lai Chun arrived before the people, and the tang flowers in front of the village had been put in front of the village.
Go to Zheng
The flat domain is a good countryside, and the tobacco village is full of grass and trees.
The world is full of taiping chickens and dogs, and the warblers and flowers pass through the Central Plains.
Originally, it was planned to go to Shichi via Nanyang in the near future and not to visit the mengtai for some reason
The sound of the beating stops the drum cersei, and the wildfowl on the stage will fly.
Only now remember the long pingyue, once sent the Qin people war horses back.
Zhuge Liang
The empty economy is busy for people, and it has won several hectares of mulberry in Chengdu.
If I should be persuaded at the same time, why should I work hard to get out of Nanyang?
Pass through the stone trench village
All the way to Qin, shi trench village mouth road signs new.
Suddenly heard the outbreak of the epidemic outside Shaanxi, I am afraid that there is a gap and more arresting people.
Cross the Xingtai Yurang Bridge
Throughout the ages, there is still a Yu Rang Bridge, and the xingtai ancient road guest soul disappears.
Nowadays, the country's soldiers are like autumn willows, and they bend their waists when they see the autumn wind.
Climb the mountain and look back at Yanshan Mountain
Mianmiao Yanshan out of the horizon, such as the screen such as Han Arch Yanjing.
Denglin was the first concerned, afraid to listen to the drums of Yuyang.
Strolling around
The waves of the water are getting lower and lower, and the willows are still caged in winter.
After the snow, if you take advantage of the joy, you can also walk like a river.
Reeds
The vertical flute is blown horizontally and the seven holes are arranged in rows like fighting stars.
Ander's art is as fine as white stone, and the night boat blows with Little Red listening.
Plum blossoms at first sight
Yanshan cold bitter plum is still sleeping, Huaishu pre-spring has been put on makeup.
Like a girl of the right age in the owner's family, she opened her eyebrows and smiled as a bride.
Rhythmic poems
Crossing the River
For a long time in the land of Youyan, happy to return to Shen Chujian.
Nagahara hira sees wheat, and the oblique sun is far away and mountainous.
Huai Shang ice has just been dissolved, and the willow spring has returned.
When leaning out of the window, the field is stained with color.
Look at the Book of Li Taibai
In the past life, lingxiao was too white.
The book is handed over to the Queen Mother to hang, and the poem is read by the Jade Emperor to listen.
Dawn fills the sleeping pillow, the Galaxy injects wine bottles.
Wake up and look at the Nether, and look at several people.
Spring
It has been cloudy for many days, and today it is sunny, and the mood is very good. Take Bai Juyi's spring can be a few days of clear sentences.
A spring can be sunny for a few days, and the night rain is beginning to harvest dreams.
From now on, the southeast adds joy, and the wind comes to the northwest to turn warm.
Only then did he take a picture of the willow line, and suddenly the peach blossom laughed out loud.
Rainy and sunny who is better, the warbler asked mr. along the way.
With Wen Liang and Hequn's second brother Dengtong Bai Taibai
Taibai Peak is high near the emperor's door, and mortals climb up and sigh.
The stone brick paving road is hanging like a standing, and the sleeves are moving like a wind.
The five springs of the well are connected to the earth, and the clouds open a line to see the heavenly opportunity.
Ascending and shaking arms from afar, the mountains near and far are ready to return.
Huaiyuan Water Curtain Cave
A hole opens the water curtain, and the moon hook pulls the white fiber obliquely.
Half hidden in the morning due to the wind, into the night to cover the rain.
In the past, sun monkeys used to borrow, and now they come with tourists to see.
He should allow me to dwell here for a long time, and the stars outside the curtain are at my fingertips.
South River evening sitting
The long river reflects the sunset obliquely, and the shore grass is sporadic with summer flowers.
The moon mirror has no dust to look at the jade rabbit, and there are waves in the sky to send the fairy maple.
A rod fishing shadow cow Lang Pu, a few pieces of machine sound weaver girl home.
This night Queqiao such as Xu Su, celadon small bowl Of Xinyang tea.
Tomorrow Yen Dan
The sun and the moon are spinning, and the earth moves around the heavens and the years.
The world complies with the Confucian calendar, and the Chinese people also celebrate the Year of the Sun.
Since the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, Mu Duoyao has been passed down from Haoyu.
I have the Gospel with the news: the spring wind has reached the willow.
Ancient style, song line
Zelan
Yesterday I went to the mountains and picked up a bunch of orchids. One flower is yellowed and several leaves are green. I didn't want to pick it up, but I left it in the mountains. There are pine bamboo companions in the sun, and there is a spring bath in the rain. Suddenly pity is exposed to the wild, for fear of being humiliated by the layman. It is better to collect it and return it, and the offering belongs. Potted plants are re-cultivated, and the foresight is still close. I hope to be able to blend with it, and every day is full of joy.
The song of the return of the Lord of Mao Xuan
The family will celebrate in Beijing, and they will not return to Lanting for several months. Lanting has been waiting for a long time in the spring, and it has been blown by the east wind. When Lord Mao Xuan returned, Mei smiled and opened her eyes. Along the creek to meet each other in the distance, bow your head and frequently prostrate your body. Mao Miao resigned from the family, and the young family of the grandchildren needed servants. This time it will be returned for the time being, and the flowers and bamboo will be viewed around the Lanting Pavilion every day. Purple plum blossoms will be hairy, plum blossoms several red clusters. Wicker when the wind knows what it is, Xiao Brute first wore green clothes. Around the pool through the pavilion to re-stage, fish and birds singing flowers and fragrant. The East Bridge passes through the West Pavilion, and the warm wind blows the face of the god Mu Mu. The strength of the subject is not as good as a person, and only seeks to live in peace and abundance. I am now in the third year of my sixties, and I am hiding in the house. Tired of Su Qin going to the country, he did not follow his son Zhang Xueganlu. Occasionally went to the capital to rely on his descendants, not because he was attached to Uncle Liu Wen. The grandchildren grew up tired and guarded the flowers and trees to the Orchid Pavilion. The urn wine has not been dried and the tea has not been exhausted, and the full wall of books has not been read. Lan Ting Lan Ting Ru complained, I will grow this scarf. Occasionally, when he returned from a trip, Mo sent the little barbarian Fan Su to cry.
Su Shi and my birthday song
【Press】Su Shi was born on the nineteenth day of the 19th month of the lunar month in 1036, and now I see a friend who posted on January 8 of the Yunyang calendar as his birthday, then this year is exactly the sixth day of the first lunar month of the lunar calendar, and on the same day as me, I composed this song.
Su Shi went to me for nearly a thousand years, and I was born in the west and I was in the east. On the sixth and nineteenth day of the first lunar month, the solar calendar actually has the same birthday. China has lived for 5,000 years, and generations have lived and lived. The Emperor will be appointed by the Mandate of Heaven, and the Day of the Sages will be empty. All that can be done is writing, and sixty-three years have been very hardworking. Who is the strongest in the text line, Li Bai Su Shi two immortals. Li Bai's tracks are like a pegasus, coming and going like lightning like the wind. Su Shi has a lot of fireworks, and the sound and gas can sometimes communicate. In the past, nineteen private festivals were often held, and at the beginning of this year, the six were suddenly heavy. I think that Tiangong hates me for being rude, so I send Wenxing to assist. I have this relationship with Su Gong, and I am close to the dragon hyena. In my lifetime, I also had many white eyes, only to see Su Gong bending over his waist. Long want to follow the old man, full of frost and snow has been covered. Anders has a medicine for the elderly, which makes Yu return to old age and rejuvenation. He is as old as fourteen or fifteen, and he is good to write with Su Gong.
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Water tune song head Rainy day back to the temple lake
Every man has his own soil, and I love my family. The sky of the temple lake is far away, and the blue water reflects the red glow. Pass through the rows of cypress willows, startle a pair of herons, and the upper and lower shadows are oblique. From time to time, there are fish peeking at me, and the surface of the water is full of flowers.
New Zhengli, rainy day, stepping on the sand. Kyushu travels all over the place, and there is nowhere like my temple Lake Jia. I am hanging toward old age, the lake is still clear as ever, and it can be mulberry on all sides. Springfield on the east bank is there, good to plant ShaoPing melon.
Bodhisattva Barbarian Guan Qin Huan Tu
Spring waves are sloppy and muddy, and the clothes are wading into the peach blossom water. Weeping willows are weeping, and willow filaments are infinitely long.
The water blows the willows, and the water flows together. Go to Luoyang River, Sichuan and Qinhuanlian.
Yulou Chunguan grandchildren drumming diagram
At that time, Uncle Fang could beat the drums, and the ding food bells sang and danced. Thousands of years later, there were grandchildren, who raised the drum like a fighting tiger.
Can Zhou Gongli music be passed on? I was watching Ru from afar in the mountains of my home. Ru is now born in the head horn, and the future of Ru is the ancestor of the light.
Note: Uncle Fang, not The Zhou Xuan King QingShi Fang Uncle, is confucius Lu Guo musician Fang Uncle, Si Gu. The Analects of the Analects of the Micro-Son records: Taishi Zhi Zhi Qi, Ya Rice Dried Suitable Chu, Three Rice Ji Shi Cai, Four Rice Deficiency Suitable Qin, Drum Fang Uncle into the River, Sowing Wu Wu into han, Shao Shi Yang, Striking Xiang into the sea. Xuan Sun, generally refers to distant grandchildren.
Man Jiang Hong re-ascended the Zhou Dang Yangliu Tea Mountain
Dachu Mountains and Rivers, you must allow me to read calmly. And will rest, the cloud car wind horse, the line will be listed. Taishang Laojun left a medicine stove, and the Nine Heavenly Xuan Daughters traveled to the tea country. Immediately following, the fairy and the fairy child, dressed like snow.
The vicissitudes of history, I can say, rise and fall, smoke is extinguished. Kigo was born today, during the Taiping Period. Near the water Yaoshan paved with splendid embroidery, weeping hair yellow hair are happy. Call the scholar, hold up a cup of blessings, and your heart is still hot.
Manjiang Hong, heavily over the Forbidden City
Heavy over Miyagi, the original is not effective, Zi Zhang Ganlu. But only look at the front hall of the harem, only who belongs to this day. It is not only the land of Weifu, but sometimes it is also used as a house of escape. Once back, weeping at Gong'e, listening to people cry.
Crying, lights out, singing, watching flowers and bamboo. Sighs and cries are always, and the cycle repeats. The fortunes of the world are unpredictable, and the Heavenly Book Exhibition is difficult to read. The remaining palace walls are just like the red of the past years, and the air is shocking.
TianjingSha Visit the former residence of Ma Zhiyuan
Chaoshan Stone Trail Village Residence, Chaimen Courtyard Books. Mr. Humane once lived, I visited Ru, wild vegetable village wine pond fish.
Hillside Sheep Jingxi Ancient Road Huaima Zhiyuan
The reflection of the oblique sun, the ancient road of Jingxi, the old trees of the dead vines are faint and noisy. Cross the creek bridge, far away from the hustle and bustle, do not need to ride a horse, do not need a car, with hanging is not too small courtyard. In the past, some people arrived; today, some people arrived.
Fisherman Pride Journey
People travel far and wide, and a red sun falls slowly. Shusaka Zoyun is not afraid, how much is it priced? Flying cars are far better than riding horses.
The ancient road west wind is night, and the family's WeChat is still on the phone. Not like the old people to the guest house, the gold is gone, and the west window is wet with Sillapa.
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