About the Author
Zheng Wanyu (1902~1982), character in Lu, alias deaf student. A native of Xuzhou, Jiangsu Province. The son of Zheng Tanzhi, a generation of famous Confucians, in his early years, under the teachings of his father Mr. Tanzhi, he was quite accomplished in literature and history, and became a generation of celebrities in the poetry circle of Xuzhou City. Later, he was admitted to Aurora College (now Fudan University) to study French. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, he engaged in the management of the Xuzhou Museum, participated in the preparation of the museum, excavated, sorted out and exhibited the Han portrait stones. Later, he served as a librarian at the Jiangsu Provincial Museum of Culture and History. He is the author of "Draft Poems of Shi Wulu".
A selection of poems
Title Zhang Qing Songming Lake rafting map
Through the cliffs, the floating pavilions are clear.
To ask the rafters, how many voices are there?
Title Zhang Qingsong deep mountain to be about to be pictured
The secluded forest is quiet, and the sky is high and the clouds are open.
If there is a waiting column, it should be the deceased.
Even senses
The knife soldiers rose everywhere, and the wanderer meant what he wanted.
The homeland became scorched earth, and the guest town Rao Koushi.
Nian Er heard that the letter was broken, and the tears of the brother were traced.
Can't help but drift away from hate, autumn wind into the sideburns.
Before the fall of Xucheng, The day yu left the city to escape the chaos through Hangou Yuzhuang Fang Village Linguanzhuang Arch and other villages
The lock tail is high and bitter, and the frequency is sad.
There are tears in the air, and there are no talents in the country.
Careers have come to naught, and the countryside has been robbed of ashes.
In the middle of the house, there are piles of corpses on the road.
Note: Jia Ci Shi lived in Xiaoxi Zhangshoulou Village.
Inscription
Just like the Taoyuan scenery, the dust disappears.
The creek is clear with rain, and the trees are scattered and cool.
The old house is quiet by the mountains, and the layers are in the distance.
With the double white sorcerer of the column, it should be a fishing tree.
Don't Zhang Shou Lou Dao Zhongkou Zhan Shu Wang LuXuan
And the dust went away, and the morning breeze entered the sideburns.
The road is sparsely populated, and the whip is busy with horses' hooves.
The chicken is still there, and the paint glue has not been forgotten.
Looking back at the white clouds, the guest house is my hometown.
Note: Shi Jiaci still lives in Zhang Shou Lou.
Feel it
Humachi waited, when the frontier fell.
It is difficult to walk in a difficult and energetic festival, and it is difficult to see the period.
The mother, the old and the young, the family is poor and chaotic.
The hall is like a bird's nest, and the night rises in sorrow.
Together with Zhang Qingsong and Wang Luxuan, he traveled to the waist village again
The small scenery waist is good, and the revival is more intense.
The stone squats on the cliffs like tigers, and the vines wrap around the trees like dragons.
There are few people living in the countryside, and the soil is full of wheat paths.
The way home is strong and the hand in hand is calm.
Shōdo Nakaguchi (1937)
Originally, I went to the court, but I was rewarded with a view of the scenery.
The light car is flat and stable, and the wind is harmonious.
The mountain enters the Dragon City Show, and the geese are lined up in autumn.
In the Ming Dynasty, there should be a sentence inscription cliff.
Xiaocheng is even more overlooked
Looking up at the floor, the wild turnip enters the lookout level.
Count the Northern Guo of Tibet, and one of the Eastern Cities.
There are few officials in Yi, and there are many people in the year.
Where to find the taoyuan, this place is Pengying.
Inscription of Sumanshu's Poetry Collection (Two First Choices)
If I smell the color is empty, I will spend my whole life sending Zen Buddhism.
Laugh at the cultivators of the Song Temple, and waste ten years of wall-facing work.
The inscription Zhang Qingsong painted the map of the Absolute Seong Guan
The cliffs are not climbable, and the sheep intestines are folded and passed.
Who knew that after the half of the wall sank, he saw a corner of the liaodong mountain.
autumn rain
The turbid wine has not dissipated, and Bo Han has already moved poetry.
At night, a pillow knocked on the window rain, like a sound of weaving before the steps.
Ten Songs to Avoid Confusion (Choose Five)
Rolling mills came in line, and the smoke of gunfire began to spread.
How many poor canal houses turned into a torch of ash in Xianyang.
The dove's words did not make sense, and when they met, they showed the blade.
After the probe was exhausted, he was still a scoundrel, pretending to be a heron and smiling.
Yesterday's floor reflected the blue sky, and today's rubble is full of debris.
Sad, I can't bear to walk again, afraid of seeing the scorched earth red.
Wild weeping thousand villages can't bear to smell, and the red sheep is devastated.
How many national martyrdom tombs are strange heads, all of them are people who cultivate acres.
Disasters and calamities for the herds, the empty transmission of Buddha's compassion.
There is nothing else on the side of the road, not a bird skeleton.
The Middle Mouth of The Baoan Mountain Road (Two Preferred One)
The sound of lulu cars has caused a long rise, and the road in Yuyu Village is less dusty.
Watching the mountain is not tired of the cattle walking slowly, afraid to throw the smoke snail behind.
Title "Six Memories of Floating Life" (Four First Choices)
A peak is piled up with jade exquisite, and the fine grass spring fragrance fills the cave.
Mo Dao West Lake landscape show, you must know that manpower is better than heavenly achievements.
Cold food
The guest house is more oblivious to the years, and the thatched eaves are planted with willows and clear.
The lake and mountains have not decreased the beauty of the year, and the bottle of wine is difficult to sell this day.
Limited time and shadow prompt short scenes, boundless beacons remember the Long March.
The graves of the old garden are now swept away, and the east looks at the township and the guan is in tears.
Hanwang Temple Draws Sword Spring
The snake cutter went for several years, and there are still traces of the sword spring.
Borrow The Joy from the Strategist Strategy, divide the soup and try taigong fresh.
At that time, the hegemony overrode the ancient world, and the deserted shrine was accompanied by shisha on this day.
The song strikes the wind to increase the emotion, and the matsuda pole is grassy.
Dengyun Dragon Mountain
The autumn color is full of frost forest, and the four wild clouds are hanging in the weather forest.
Near the water and wind, the waves are white, and the distant village smokes and trees.
In the Qing Dynasty, he did not reduce his frenzy, and he still had the heart to repay the country when he grew old.
Leaning all over the fence for thousands of days is getting late, and the anvils are ringing everywhere.
Peach Blossom Cave
Crossing the ridge through the forest, the stone chamber fell off a cliff.
Yun Jin Moon Axe Chisel, Luo Tent Moss this day into this day.
When you touch the head, the rock is about to sink, and every wall will fall.
The wind occasionally drums and waves, and it is suspected that there are mountain spirits who have passed this trip.
Old tree
Happy to be old, coarse clothes to cover the body. Every morning when you go into the mountains, your hands and feet are in conflict. In the evening, a load of firewood, pick the city easy to rise rice. Return to the creek and draw water to wash yourself. Wild vegetables can be served with rice, and sometimes there is liquor. Drunk and thoughtless, singing at the bottom of the eaves.
In a hundred years, everything hesitates. What discomfort in life is suffering from dissatisfaction. The cloth robe has been warmed, and the clothes are vainly desired. Anbu can be a car, and he wants to drive a horse. The plot failed, and he thought bitterly of God. It is when he was young, and he was like a candle in the wind. Longevity is not a matter of life, and short repair is their own. Anybody in the world, feast on yourself. I intend to have this in mind, and turn it into a wake-up call. It is a pity that there are few listeners, but only self-shock.
Don Doring (1936)
The autumn water is tender and cool, and the light boat is free to travel. Take advantage of the sails and the wind, a few miles. The weeping yang on both sides of the strait are getting older, not similar, and green in the old days. The rainy day is just sunny, and the chrysanthemums are older. Listen to the sound of the flute and reminisce about the side. The lost land is not harvested year by year, the air is disappointed, and the horizontal grinding is bright.
Manjiang red
The years are faltering, the chest is full of hatred, when will it rest? Wounded ambitions, fallen to the end, timidly said to the same people. The rot will be the same as the grass and trees, and the glory will not forget to fight for the stars and the moon. The saddest thing, the negative Xuan Ting, look forward to it. Stretched, brow knotted. The lawsuit is difficult, and the liver and intestines are fierce. I am worried and confused, and I am shocked. In the end, it will be difficult for the country to rely on meat, and Ampangna will bleed again. Try to ask for a wisp, sweep away the net gun, and collect the heat.
A thousand poems
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