About the Author
Midrii Tanaka, retired civil servant. He is the author of poems such as "CangYu Collection", "Collection of Leaks", and "Collection of Four Miles". More than 400 works have been published in newspapers and periodicals such as "Chinese Poetry", "Poetry Monthly", "Yanzhao Poetry", "Changbaishan Poetry", "Hengshui Evening News" and so on. He is currently a member of the Chinese Poetry Society, the vice president of the Hengshui Poetry Society, and the president of the Wuyi County Poetry Association.
Selected poems
Title Xingtai Grand Canyon God Eagle Rock
The deep mountains are alone, and the sky is clearly swept away.
A wing is expected, and the clouds are turned into a hurricane.
Old house
After counting the wind and rain, spring and autumn are on the shoulders.
How many things in my hometown, I can recite them.
Beachhead Idle Boat
Temporarily perched in the grass of the beach, disdain birds are high.
But wait for the waves to fly, and the tide is soaring.
Feeling meng wanzhou's return to China (second song)
One
A thousand days of resistance do not bend, and there is an east wind at the beginning of the west wind.
You should believe in the color and cherish the Chinese red in your heart.
Two
Stepping out of the cage is now home, and the gangway is full of flowers.
At this time, I felt the warmth of my mother's heart, and I ironed it open a piece of xia.
Mourning Wolf Society poet Li Ailian
The spring and autumn of the four seasons are pleasant, and the slimming and snow are more like immortals.
Suddenly, the wind hit the flowers and went away, and there was one less lotus in the pool.
Enjoy the pear blossoms during the Qingming Dynasty
Pear Blossom in April, Xuerui smiled with emotion.
In the middle of the afternoon, a fragrant aroma came to the house.
Title Maple Leaf
In the late autumn, the color is deeper, and the west wind destroys the heart of Dan.
I'll make up the new mountain scenery and turn it into a cloud of fire.
Like a fire burning all over the branches, the wind sings a burst of autumn time.
I don't know how many infatuated species, at this moment with the inscription.
Watch the TV series "Red Flag Canal" sentiment
The mountains and rivers are reorganized like a rainbow, and the sweat sprinkles spring and autumn to beat the rain and wind.
Miracles are cast on dangerous mountains, and joy resounds in the waves.
The people of the clan are very bold, and the dream will eventually become a hundred achievements.
A river of heaven is bubbling, and the red flag is singing heroes everywhere.
Tour the Ja Monastery Village Memorial
The scenery of a courtyard recalls the old times, and the years of exchange are uneven.
The rope flowers are broken into broken cattle sets, and the old wooden plough is stained with stripes.
Good stories are full of willow baskets, and nostalgia is like a wisp full of autumn pools.
Work hard to paint the foreground, and get up in the morning to listen to five more chickens.
Admire the thousand acres of rapeseed garden in Jia Shizhuang
The wind blows the willows of the creek, and the sun reflects the flat domain of gold.
The pink coat is fragrant, and the purple warbler welcomes guests frequently.
It is difficult to distinguish the flowers and ridges with eyes, and the people who rush to the camera and smile.
Thousands of acres of vegetable fields are painted in ten miles, and the dream of the farmer is also renovated.
Communicate With the little old classmates through WeChat
Spring and Autumn several ranks reminisce about the past, once a teenager is now a weng.
The willows on the banks of the Taotao River in Fushui, the cold windows are loud in the classroom.
A thousand heavy dust roads are difficult to grow old, and a volume of poetry is not even.
WeChat has to send back and forth sentences, and the wind and rain are carefully cooked.
Willow tread green
Enjoy the spring light. Walking through the creek, wet wind clothes. The ridges are covered with smoke, the branches are curved, and they enter my bags. It's hard to stop the inspiration from flying. Pick a little, the flowers are red and yellow. Twisted into poetry, a little rhyme, a few strands of fragrance
Partridge day watch children frolicking in the rain
Four or five babies in front of the frolicking building, the wind did not care about the rain rustling. The fat guy shook a tree, and Ga-xiao kicked two puddles of flying water. Mud full of hands, smiling cheeks, Daddy called lazy answer. Whoever wasn't like this when he was a child remembered a little and laughed.
Minus magnolia yu ji walking in the autumn wilderness
The green yarn tent is wide, and the eun Mo has disappeared from the depths. Three or two cloud peaks, love to live in the countryside can not bear to do. Picturesque, who is counting such scenery? When the rain comes, listen to the dove cry freely.
Jiang Chengzi Huaiyou
More than a few years have passed. Things are like smoke, but they are involved. Step by step, the shadow of the calendar remains. I don't know if Jun Ji is in the distance, Tian Mo is on it, in front of the rain window. It's easy to see when it's hard. Leaning against the railing, ask the clouds. Yesterday three more, dreaming of the southwest of the moon. I hope that the voice of the heart can be sent, like me, and remember the years.
Partridge Tian Zanzhang Lianyin General
The Straw Hat General can be described as a fool, and his original intention is unswerving. Shoulder to pick the sun and moon to walk bald ridge, smile at the wind and sand shake green clothes. Race against the clock and solve the puzzle. Barren mountains are magical in writing on paper. The shovel has been in a spade for eighteen years, and the lush forest is swaying.
A Thousand Poems
Editor-in-chief: Zheng Wancai
Deputy editors-in-chief: Wang Huiling, Hu Min, Liu Chenghao, Wang Tianming, Qing Shui Yiren, Hu Xiaona
Editors: Liu Yanfang, Yang Yulong, Liu Aihong, Wei Huabiao, Xie Xunlie