【Poetry Yearbook】
Huang Youfu Xin Ugly Poetry Selection
About the Author
Huang Youfu, pen name Lao Shi, is a native of Lushan City, Jiangxi Province. Consultant of Yunfan Poetry Friends Association, member of Chinese Poetry Society, vice president and deputy secretary-general of Wuliu Poetry Society of Xingzi, former editor-in-chief of Wuliu Wind.
【Poetry Yearbook】 Huang Youfu volume
Five absolute
Pregnant father
I am happy to be peaceful, and I do not count my efforts.
The word "lifelong" is left behind, and The thick is the name of the father.
Winter night gossip
Open the window to the ancient hill, and the shadow is dark and fragrant.
Want to write nothing new, scratch the head of the moon full of buildings.
Professor Duan Wei dust garden potted space lotus blooming
Quiet and clean dust garden, Ling Feng flowers as bones.
Born with a different kind of water, fragrant wet creek moon.
Seven absolutes
Past Tao Yuanming's former residence
Ichibanya rain the newest, Goryodo Mae Kusaki Haru.
The people who planted beans in Nanshan were far away, and they still faintly saw Baiyun farming.
Pine nest late cooking
There are songbirds at the beginning of the cooking smoke, and the clouds on the ridge collect the moon shadow.
Three or five know each other and drink together, and the breeze enters the seat to listen to the spring piano.
Travel late to the pine nest
The morning wind has about to go up the sky, and the hundred steps hate the road.
Returning to the evening without strength, the white clouds helped me into the pine nest.
Five laws
The country house is idle
Takema left me to stay, and get up early to listen to the flowers bloom.
The yellow dog looks at the portal, and the green lotus appears on the mirror table.
Photographed by birds on the mountain, the moon brings ancient poems back.
One palm through the world, the shawl is also fast.
Winter retribution
Not afraid of the cold wind, the chef cut it with one hand.
Grill the fish with old vinegar and cook the freshly pickled over a low heat.
Idle from the book, poetry from strangers.
Invite three or two friends to walk on the snow to enjoy the winter plums.
Yong Huai
Knowing that the body is old, idle house in the East Field.
Stroll through the spring and autumn, before watering the flowers morning and evening.
There are birdsong leaf bottoms, no guest pillow books to sleep.
The memory is not as good as yesterday, and the Li Du chapter is still chanted.
In the summer garden
Yamamitsu Ochiya Liang, Noshiki Hidetasho.
Wet in front of the bamboo rain window, cool on the lotus wind bed.
The tea is cloudy and misty, and the wine has the aroma of rice flowers.
He invited his confidant and talked about poetry for half a day.
Left-behind village women
Sanjiu was cold and windy, and he was cold only knowing himself.
Crickets add loneliness, and geese shadow provoke lovesickness.
Day to take care of in-laws, night to teach children poetry.
Looking out of the scarf window, the cold moon sets in the west pool.
Mountain village line
The clouds are deep purple, and the snow is good.
Dogs bark long oka bamboo, chickens chirp small courtyard locust.
Xing started from the nursery and came from the water town.
The little sister went looking for Mei and returned with incense.
Migrant workers chant
Chasing dreams in other places, Shaohua is daylighting.
Bear the snow on the construction site in the morning and sleep in the tent bed in the evening.
Every festival is kind, looking at the mountains and the water for a long time.
The epidemic is not over, and the mood is confused.
Idle
Pine Gate greets the dawn, bamboo bed lying on Yun cen.
The sound of cicadas in the village is far away, and the flowers in the garden are deep.
Flip through the pot for fun, open the volume to know the sound.
A lotus wind brew, invite cool and carefully poured.
A few days before Xiao Han, he took a day trip to Zhuluan Mountain Villa
A natural wind, surrounded by a tranquil atmosphere.
In the oriole bard tent, the stream enters the pool.
Round-trip cloud guests, come to see the rain after the song.
Looking back at the green place, the poem is in the east of the painting building.
Cross the East Fence
The ruins of Yuanming are there, and the stone statues stand in Pingpi.
The dew condenses three paths, and the first branch of the frost.
Cherish a thousand dreams, drunk and half-foolish.
The wind rises high by the fence, and the chrysanthemum poems are heard.
Visit Meilu
Tourists weave in the resort, and smoke is easy to lead.
The surrounding flowers are burning, and a stream of water is trickling.
The history of the inscription is written into the years.
There are many stories here, and the mountains and rivers have been paid.
Five old peak side
The sunrise rises over Pinghu Lake, and the scenery of Lingxiao is also special.
Birdsong came and went, and the sound of springs was not there.
Looking forward to the autumn mountain colors, open the watercolor map.
With a heart full of emotion, he shouted to the evening cliff.
Seven laws
Plant flowers
The exclusive courtyard opens to the sun, half Zhilan and half plum.
Miao Zhuang pruning is busy grafting, and green manure is mixed with soil for fine cultivation.
Go to the garden of thick and clear fun, and the style will come from the bottom of the leaf.
Sweat condensed into a poem, several pots of romantic show window sills.
Title "Early Spring Map of The Creek"
Winter to spring back to the birds soft, east to purple qi full of Qiong Lou.
Layers of mountains and green stream banks, the years have left traces of ancient crossings.
Out of the clouds to open a thousand dreams, homesick to see a lanzhou.
The Changhong Flying Frame leads to the north and south, and the Bailiping Lake contains a huge current.
Three times to come to Zhongtang Villa
Riding on the xing came to Maozhugang again, and the white clouds ethereal around the middle hall.
Pine cliff dripping green smoke lost, Meiling Liuxia dark incense.
A few fang gardens talk about the past, and a stream of clear water faces forward.
Aoyama has about to draw a picture, not love the city pass near this village.
Travel with LanKe to the Ming Drunken Stone
The sun and moon are accompanied by yuanming, and the green bamboo is accompanied by the wind and wild cranes.
The clear spring at the bottom of the stream runs through day and night, and the mountain gate trail connects the countryside and the city.
Light hustle and bustle follow the cloud house, small rest tea pavilion words friendship.
When they returned, the people were gone, but the sound of water flowing on the stone was left.
Autumn Tour
Fu idly strolled into the east fence, with dew yellow flowers and green pi.
Cool and leisurely wear the bottom of the sleeves, the fragrance is light and refreshing.
A lake of new rhyme bird garden, half-ridge smoke xia painting poetry.
Looking back at the southern yunshui of the mountain, the nostalgia remained in the falling star pool.
Home mountain walking chanting
Slightly flicking the osmanthus wind, the village road through the rainbow.
Looking far to the north of Yunlan Drifting Ridge, Tiancheng Scroll Hangs bridge east.
In those days, grazing across the pond bank, today idle villa chong.
The past is like smoke and water, and the nostalgia is long in this mountain.
Autumn nostalgia
Lu Ning gui lu provoked a ghostly thought, and returned from the group to reminisce about the past.
The ink chrysanthemum inscription autumn is just right, and the evening wind is suitable for writing.
Looking up for fear of looking at the geese, I often chant and poetry in my dreams.
The sound of the independent idle window is silent, looking back at the five willows half-life.
Gift
The eighteenth year entered my gate, and the wind and rain followed the bamboo garden.
The day cooking is harmonious and the night seam hopes that the dream will be at room temperature.
A lifetime of frugality to spread good stories, several times to work without complaints.
People should enjoy the blessings of the ancients, and the kitchen is still ringing pots and pans.
Get up early for a stroll
Take advantage of the cool morning to practice the residual change, and go up the creek ridge around the path.
Step to the bridge and the clouds merge, singing and singing outside the hedge.
The birds on the branches sing in unison, and the frogs at the bottom of the stream make harmony.
Sweat stained clothes unconscious, back to wash a light.
Winter tour to Peach Blossom Garden
The car opened to The Dawn of Taoyuan, and the climbing column picked up the level to explore the shadows.
Long streams of water at the bottom of the clouds, want to put the plum on the ridge.
Bamboo shadow shakes the mountain bird set, and the sound of the spring makes a friend cut.
Fei Hong also understood the obsession, and could not bear to return all the way.
Raise flowers
A garden of good poetry in spring, half Zhilan and half plum.
Bring the dew new red to greet the dawn, and the flowing light is tender green and dusty.
Worry-free noon butterfly flowers lie between, proud pots of lotus blooming.
Morning Li Fangzhi is drowsy, and the fun comes from the heart.
Xia Deng Wu Lao Peak
Jumping up to the peak realm, the fog hovered under the white clouds.
A mountain of heaven and pine comes out, and the Yangtze River comes under the eyes.
It has been exposed and piled up with splendid embroidery, which has withstood the wind and rain for a long time.
When I returned, I wet the slanting sun road in sweat, and left the five old platforms in the first poem.
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