Canglang Poetry Society Preface / Six No Monks
Articles, the great deeds of the country, the immortal events also; the songs and poems, the essence of the history of The Cover to help the discipline, the connotation of the human heart without losing the temperament also. After a thousand years of surrender, Qu Song sent loyalty to the dictionary and called out to the spirit; Li Duyang was a god of the wind in the absolute era, flowing and depressed. The poet writes his heart with his pen, lets go of his heart, and develops the sorrow of a man of ambition; ascends to a high place and makes an endowment, with the indignation of a wise man. His words are either beautiful but not glamorous, simple and lawful; or proud of the world, pouring out indignation; or being steadfast and self-sustaining, keeping their hearts alone; or hanging on to the ancient sadness to make angry.
Therefore, poetry is still successful for people, and micro-chanting cannot be heartfelt, but can only write the heart and can be lyrical. You can cry, you can scream, you can scream, you can hide, or you can sing sad songs, swallow the wind and clouds; or you can carve a carving, explore the secrets and find the secret, all of them send their hearts with a pen, shine in the world with affection, Zhang Weizhi is in Su Shuai, and he has a secret feeling for nine days. Zi Yue: "Poetry can look at the grievances of the crowd, the father of the things that are far away", and it is not prudent to look up at the majesty of the sages, to look down on the vastness of the world, and to look at the poetry in this way!
△ The monk Wang sent a message to the poets of the world
I and the gentlemen of the same society write poems and support each other. The ambition of the people who develop aspirations, cultivate the poetic heart, and gather the meaning of thinness to carry the poetry. Honor the wise and keep their aspirations, join hands in the world to resist the common currents, immerse themselves in poetics, and each embraces his sincerity to overcome his dreams. Do not ridicule or slander, take self-examination and ask questions of the heart as the right; do not move or complain, take the study of the clear heart as the key; do not be arrogant or impatient, and cultivate the arrogance of self-righteousness. Do not seek to be heard of in the world, but seek to be worthy of yourself. The poetry and I, upside down and keeping, with the house to hide, and the dead and the living will also be together, and there is almost no shame in the sages, no regrets in one's own body.
Life is small, dead and alive and big. If you do extraordinary things, you will treat extraordinary people. One person is short-lived, and the same person can be booed into a cloud; it is difficult to support a single tree, and the crowd can pull up mountains and reclaim the sea. Therefore, the six monks of the six non-monks have done their best to express their sincerity, vainly advocated, and specially collected the poems of the kings of the Canglang Poetry Society, which are generally similar to this, sending poems to the heart, writing the heart with words, and attaching recent photos to show sincerity. The kings can observe its form and know its heart, play with its poetry and understand its meaning, and how many can they live up to the monk's painstaking heart?
△ Poetic heart is eternal
alack! The context is not happy, ashamed of the accumulation of hundreds of generations of the prosperous world of Changming, the poetry does not continue, and the columns are immersed in the door wall of the sages. I hope that the kings will temper the heart of poetry, hone the poetry pen, send true feelings to the size, promote the wind god in Hanmo, word by word when the thoughts are sent from the heart, and one chapter after another should be the road of wen unification.
All the gentlemen are scholars; the poetry is handsome, and the hope is on the group.
is the preamble.
Ten groups of good poems to welcome the New Year, Canglang Poetry Society's best works (E collection)
△ Canglang shiyou I su
I am a poet: Poetry is a person's rambling.
1. Farewell Text/My Element
Leave the three thousand to change, return home and children to return to the west and east.
Looking back at the car, Xiao Xiao's white hair stood in the evening wind.
2. Autumn Eve Text/I Su
The clouds and grass are all over the world, and this evening the poor all return home.
Wind and rain disturb the bright moon, and the lights in the countryside have cleared.
3. Mountain Line (New Rhyme) Text/I Su
The dust net has been entangled for a long time, and the edge of the cloud is open.
The green bushes are dewy, and the trees are deep in autumn.
Although there are few friends and friends, there is no water and water.
The empty forest barks, and there is a smoke village high up.
△ Canglang poetry friends listen to the wind and enjoy the rain
Listen to the wind and rain poetry: Walk to the bottom of the water Sit and watch the clouds rise.
4. Morning Walk (3) Text/Listen to the wind and rain
The snow reeds are white, and the smoke and frost are all over the sky.
The wind blows the leaves and falls, and the sunrise wakes up to sleep.
Fog hidden peak tower, wave shake solo fishing boat.
The side pavilion is near the ancient ferry, and it is safe to sit in the Tong Zen.
5. Morning Walk (4) Text/Listen to the wind and rain
Outside the mountain gate of the ancient road, between the valleys of Yanlan.
Frost day march goose shadow, autumn water Wolong Bay.
Cold and heat change frequently, and prosperity and drought return.
The side pavilion walks alone, sitting and watching the wild clouds idle.
6. Morning Travel (8) Text/Listen to the Wind and Rain
Cold pond ice snow, embankment willow pavilion.
Parting sadly, hagi flowers are full of Tingting.
△ Canglang Shiyou Bamboo Heart Listens to the Rain
Bamboo heart listens to the rain poetry: the spring breeze crosses the shore flowers and thousands of trees, and the most favorite field is blue.
7. Sleepless autumn night Text/Bamboo heart listen to the rain
The nest idles south to the geese, and the wind leaves away from the branches.
Frost white maple red day, chrysanthemum fat sycamore thin time.
The empty glass is full of wine, and the cold night sighs that spring is late.
Tears on the pillow, sadness do you know?
8. Sigh Autumn Text/Bamboo Heart Listen to the Rain
A leaf of sycamore falls, and frost flies two sideburns in autumn.
The grunt breaks the bowel curve, and the moon hangs on the township hook.
The eternal night is far away, and the empty cup wanderer is sad.
When I heard the goose in the window, I didn't feel the tears flowing for a long time.
9. Autumn Night Lyrical Text/Bamboo Heart Listen to the Rain
Autumn colors are all over the mountains and rivers, and the people of other towns have not returned.
The wind flies yellow leaves thin, and the dew shines on the side of Su'e.
The cup of empty wine is full of sorrow, and the deep sorrow refers to the chaotic strings.
Three more no dreams, tears rippled.
△ Canglang shiyou Yiyi
According to poetry: Life is not only a gouge, but also a poem and a distance.
10. Qiu Si Wen /Yi Yi
The leaves fall and the mountains are thin, and the wind is light and the moon is dark.
The cold cicada mourns far away, and the court gui falls in the autumn.
A different person who has blue eyes, meets with white heads.
Teardrops and cold dew, who taught the threshing window stream.
11. Chongyang Feeling Nostalgia Wen/Yiyi
The frost is thick and the yellow leaves fall, and the autumn is old and sunny.
Thousands of miles outside the clouds, a line of geese in the sky.
Illuminating the cold moon, shocking the intestines.
Go to the same place of return in the same year, smell the fragrance of wild chrysanthemums in vain.
12. Snow Night Text/Yiyi
The wind was blowing, and Mei was thin and pitiful.
The chirping bird walks without a trace, and the pear blossom sleepless night.
All the mountains are lonely, and the lonely shadow is from Chan Juan.
Stay until the spring is warm, and the acacia paper kites are transformed.
△ Canglang shiyou · Pinglanren
Poetry of the Columnist: The village mash can still distinguish the turbidity, the illusion of red dust Who am I?
13. This year's text/column person
How the weather goes this year, the sunset is easy to pass towards the clouds.
Spring warms up and sleeps, and winter wine sings by itself.
The sideburns are straighter than the hagi flowers, and the poetry is more than the controversy.
There is a wisp of incense left in the heart, and every time the mountain temple recites the Midas.
14. Mengju Text/Columnist
Prologue: When the wood was harvested in that year, the mountain chrysanthemum was planted in front of the shack, and it has been more than 40 years now. Nine days, night and dreams, shacks, autumn mountains, bright moons, and chrysanthemums are all calendared, but the right one is no longer a teenager, and he wakes up and remembers it.
I have moved the wild chrysanthemum to the window railing, and looked at it several times under the frost moon.
The scaffolding was decayed by people, and the sideburns of the students were crippled by the years.
There is no longer 30% of the power to cut down the tree, and there is a cluster of cold in the wind.
Where is This Dream Sijun visiting? Nanshan is not Pinanshan.
15. Wild Drink Text/Fence Man
Old people are greedy for wine and flowers, and they are looking for fun and playthings every day.
White hair does not hinder the water photo, green shirt but like savage praise.
The wind and the moon belong to me, and I will let him go.
Ask for a drink from the edge of the evening forest, and drunkenly look at the remnants of the mountain chrysanthemum.
△ Canglang shiyou Shen Jingshu
Shen Jingshu's poetry: Poetry is the release of the soul, the love of life, and the sustenance of life.
16. Nostalgia Wen / Shen Jingshu
The hometown should be yellow, and the countryside is chaotic.
Look up at the sky and ask where Yan is going. 、
17. Parting (New Rhyme) Text/Shen Jingshu
The lantern should travel far away, quietly talking at night without stopping.
Tianming only hates the rooster noise, and even more hates the northwest wind that hits the window.
18. Pan Guiwen / Shen Jingshu
Twilight Mountain Village reflects the rainbow, cooking smoke and there are people.5
In front of the door, it was cold from the west wind, and the two eyes asked the crescent moon wordlessly.
△ Canglang poet friend Li Xinhong
Li Xinhong's poetry: Poetry has always been the brightest scenery in my life.
19. Chun Xiao Wen / Li Xinhong
The snowy shore is connected to the sky, and the clouds are faintly colored.
The plum blossoms are clear and the deceased is gone.
20. Linjiangxian Twilight Spring Text/Li Xinhong
The pear blossoms of the glimpse finally fell, and the steps were like snow.
Yellow orioles are relatively frequent.
It was only a sudden encounter, looking back on the late spring.
Flowers have gone back and forth year after year, and it is difficult to talk about prosperity and drought.
The mind spends the morning and evening in silence.
Straight for idle anglers, good to accompany the water's edge clouds.
21. Linjiangxian Qiuhan wen /Li Xinhong
The fence wall of the small courtyard is mottled, and the sparse vines are reduced to the shade.
Cold bird cut gradually silent, with the wind three path chrysanthemum.
Alone with a lump of gold.
I want to look for old dreams in the branches, but the rest is thin and dull.
The past is unbearable.
The wind in the court was cold, and the cold dew was wet.
△ Canglang shiyou Xin'er
Xin'er poetry: The world's road is now habitual, and this heart is leisurely everywhere.
22. Title Xuewen /Xin'er
The Wujiang River is full of hatred, and the dream of chasing deer in the Central Plains has been empty.
Only the heart of the west wind does not die, blowing snow through Jiangdong every year.
23. Snow over the shantytown has a feeling of text/Xin'er
Potholes and dark roads are difficult to navigate, and cars pass by naturally and noisily.
Xu Tiangong was not accustomed to hearing it, and he poured three feet of snow to fill it.
24. See also Xuancao Wen/Xin'er
In May, the golden needles are green again, and the old mother leans on the doorway.
Yaosi white hair is newly added, and a courtyard of yellow flowers is empty from zero.
△ Canglang Shiyou Chrysanthemum Tea
Chrysanthemum Tea Poetry: Writing the bits and pieces of life in words.
25. Beixiang Wen/Chrysanthemum Tea
The white frost tiles of the remote night are nourished, and the quiet town dreams for a long time.
Knowing that the end of the world is separated, there is a period of forced words.
26. Winter IdleNess Text/Chrysanthemum Tea
The curtain is hazy outside the curtain and the inside is sad, and the residual tea is gradually cold and leisurely.
The book wanted to send dusk by mistake, and Yun Yan Gao Fei refused to stay.
27. Li Dong Wen / Chrysanthemum Tea
The bamboo is quiet and noisy outside the bamboo, and the lone lamp is accompanied by another year.
It is easy to change and difficult to stay old, and the leaves and branches have withered and old faces.
△ Canglang Shiyou · Pure Water Hibiscus
Pure Water Hibiscus Poetry: Poetry is like Zen rhyme, a pure land that comforts the soul.
28. Partridge Day Summer Even Feeling Text/Water Purification Hibiscus
The green branches and grass are fat, and the green lotus jade butterflies are flying.
At first, the drizzle flowers are fragrant, and the willow leaves are lightly cut in the breeze.
Pity the bird, sigh Fangfei. I didn't dare to sweep my eyebrows in front of the mirror.
Yan Hong is not ashamed of the frost and cheats, and is afraid that prosperity will backfire.
29. Huanxi Sand. Autumn night has a feeling text/water purification hibiscus
Drizzle knocks on the window and the night is cold. Thoughts don't sleep.
Life is a difficult road.
More afraid of frost flowers bullying sideburns early, He Kan autumn color on the eyebrow bend.
I don't dare to ask about the flow of years.
30. Xi Jiang Yue Twilight Autumn Has Feelings Text/Water Purification Hibiscus
Frost-stained grass withered branches cold, wind blowing willow thin clouds shake.
A hint of sadness on the brow, loneliness is difficult to say how much.
The leaves fall and the autumn is over, and the flowers fly more empty.
Time is always unspeakable, how to hold Fang Fei just right.