Hubei Jianshi Liu Maoheng selected words

About the Author

Liu Maoheng, pen name Tamariu, male, Tujia family, Hubei founder, born in the third month of the first month of August, retired teacher, Chinese Poetry Society, Hubei Poetry Society, Enshi Prefecture Poetry Association Society, Member of Ba Culture Research Society, Member of China Wolf Society, Fond of Writing, Random Graffiti, Did Not Achieve Positive Results, Sometimes There Are Prose Lines in Periodicals, Published in the Collection of Grammatical Poetry "Tamarix Wind", "Tamarinus Poetry Copy", has won various poetry competition awards several times, and is praised by today's poetry circles as "digging out wonderful sentences from the soil", "following Tao Yuanming, Meng Hao, and then, With a fresh and elegant tone, he fills the lack of human fireworks in contemporary pastoral landscape poetry" pastoral poet. Poetic view: The ultimate in language is ordinary, and it is necessary to seek the realm in the plain.

A selection of words

Bu operator. insomnia

When people are quiet in the middle of the night, the bitter birds cry. The mind was clear and did not sleep, so he found the reason. Count the cups of tea a day, and get the tea path. Relieve the lack of ti god gave up on him, how good is it to tell me?

Xi Jiang Yue is affectionate

Green trees surround the courtyard, and red ying dot the mountain bay. The morning mist will cook smoke and create a natural picture. Even if it is a remote village, do not forget to step at the beginning. A life of ups and downs is a long road, only the nostalgia remains unchanged.

Xijiang Moon Gengzi Leap April 23 heavy rain

The rain was tireless, and the torrent was so arrogant. Ravines are rampant and run amok. Disasters are providential, and farmers rely on farms. The relentless wind and rain are cold, and I am afraid of autumn hope.

Drunken flower yin says flower

The courtyard is full of trees, and no famous flowers have been seen. Not tired of luxury, empty bags, ashamed to complain to relatives and friends. This is not Mr. Goyanagi's place, and few tourists take care of it. Loneliness about flowers to come, while tasting tea, while sharing flowers.

Drunken flower yin Gengzi summer has been sent

The heat seems to be absolute this year, and it is still necessary to wear layers of brown. I don't understand the heavens, will the heavens give birth to man, or will it destroy man? Relentless disasters have occurred one after another, and the epidemics have been torn apart. Hot and cold are not clear, and there is no harvest, although there is a whimper.

Linjiang Xian Keqiang premier went to Guizhou

In Zhongnanhai, the heart is related to the remote people. Visit the folks in the southwest hinterland. He resigned to the muddy road, always thinking of guiqian and poverty. For the government of poverty alleviation, spring is depicted under the gantang tree. Anxiety cannot be reduced. China fulfills a good dream, and the whole world praises Feng Chen.

Queqiao Xian has sent

The fog was surging and the rain was sprinkled, and a garden of flowers and trees was bitter. The soft branches trembled uncontrollably, falling straight and full of remnants. Ben is like a dead leaf, the disease invades the old bone, but he has pity and bitterness. The same passers-by are red dust, begging for food, sympathetic beggars.

A cut of plum says autumn

Summer is coming. But feeling the west wind, slowly go up to the West Building. The bitterest few golden cicadas in the forest hugged the poplar branches and slowly complained about their worries. Return from the old land and forget the white head. Day Rinongsang, night poetry prisoner. It has nothing to do with the four seasons of water facing east, lightening the spring wounds and less autumn sorrows.

Wind into the pine Idle notes

Unexpectedly, this year, hundreds of categories were tormented. Jiaochun suffered from the new crown abuse, the gods were quiet, and the rainstorm was continuous. The water is difficult to control, let him go wild. In the WeChat group, there are clouds of smoke, fortunately to keep the homeland. After draining the water, the bones were sore and weak, and I forgot three meals. Ignoring the visit of the neighbor, Cang Yan changed to Zhu Yan.

Mandarin poplar trees

Energetic and soaring, overshadowed, proudly barrier to the West. Rooted in the wilderness, the environment is not considered. Shelter from rain and wind nursing homes, hot summer season, semi-sheltered sunshine. On the branches, the birds are widely welcomed, and the common dream is harmonious. Ordinary, come under the tree, transcendent, let loose. Laughing Tao Ling returned, nowhere to cool off. I also think that life has twists and turns, often annoying me and whistling and shaking the mountains. In all fairness, the quality of poplar is by no means inferior to gantang.

A thousand poems

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