【Yunfan Qingyin】
Jiang Junyan: A small series of poems
About the Author
Jiang Junyan, a member of the Women's Working Committee of the Hunan Poetry Association, is the editor-in-chief of the [Huxiang Poetry Rhyme] column of the National Art World website.
【Yunfan Qingyin】Jiang Junyan Volume
Quatrains
Mercy
Cuckoo was in a hurry, and Yang Qingweng was busy.
Start the machine to cultivate the dawn color, and return to the starlight.
I hope that the autumn harvest will be good, and I will also be injured by the price of rice.
Year after year of hard work, who sees the high wall.
Fa Xiao gathered in the Green Dragon Realm
Invited to the humble ground, bamboo green old vine horizontal.
I didn't recognize the green mountain wind, and I first heard the sound of flying waterfalls.
Lazy clouds rest on the trees, and wild xings are born in streams.
Quick foot clear waves, waves shake the sound of water.
Late autumn tour of Pai Asan Mountain
Acquaintance with the famous mountain and two weights, idle to this breeze.
Outside the clear light of the forest spot, the birds echoed back into the stream.
A few hedges are sparsely covered with white clouds, and one side is secluded and dusty.
Sit and forget the pine path only me, send the long day and night alone.
Late autumn rainy days
The traffic shadow slammed the window, and the rain sent cold smoke to lose its green light.
The leaves of the wood are colorful and the mountains are old, and the grass is empty and lonely.
The hustle and bustle of the past and the present, jiang turned to he and he stirred up right and wrong.
A volume of indisputable careful reading, bamboo tone ticking for a long time.
Sit idly on a summer night
The sunset is slowly far away from the trees, and the smoke of the flowing xia is self-evident.
The lights of wanjia are beginning to shine, and the dream of ten miles of lakes and mountains is gradually trending.
About the wind idly turned over the old classics, will know that the moon shines on the sun.
Xin Ning just sat alone in the people, and the sound of the bamboo shadow knocking on the window was sparse.
Autumn Morning Question
The cool morning breeze sent through the window ledge, and the autumn sound was greeted at this time.
The lotus flowers on the pond are many hugs, and the crickets in front of the steps begin to sound.
When the epidemic returned to seal the road, it was unpredictable, and the material substitute was self-defeating with the fate.
Looking at the confluence of the creeks and rivers, the turbidity is clear for a thousand years.
[Yunfan Qingyin] Jiang Junyan roll
Long and short sentences
Dingfeng Wave Lichun
Pick up some book bags at night, and the lights of thousands of homes are bright and neon. Listen to the bells of the seasons, the new year, the loneliness is still the same as the old times.
The smell of spring is faint outside the window, and this evening, the dark incense wisps of curtains are buckled. The shadow is oblique and thin, the heart is hot, and a branch of red with frost wind.
Cherry blossoms in the plum blossoms of The River City
Crystal full of trees for whom, far with smoke, near with smoke. Gong I zhu cherry relatively pity delicate face. Flowers are ashamed of themselves, infinite meaning, two hearts, idle leaning on the fence. Leaning railing, leaning railing, embracing incense.
The wind is swirling, the red rain is dancing, the dance is also dancing, the dance is not enough, and the source is clear. Even if it is a smile to release nature. The most human feelings are easy to grow old, but the jun is, about every year, by the blue water.
Yamahanako And Shotei Koshiro
Bird Yue Chunyang bamboo path empty, the mountain side rest less leaning on the cloud pine. A kind of pleasant heart full, small pavilion east.
The sound of the water rock is faint, and the shadow on the magnolia branch is exquisite. Come back with wet sideburns and fragrant.
Bu Operator Xiang Nu
A stroke of Zhilan You, a stroke of Xiangjiang Green. A wisp of poetry with a faint fragrance, the bright moon breeze to read.
Man cultivates the dream, and man chases the flow year after year. Half of the dancing poetry circle is red. Rhymes with hibiscus country.
Yu Meiren Qu Jiang Xing
Idleness is locked by autumn sounds, scattered to the left of the long causeway. In the faint sound of geese in the green mountains, the Ten Mile Qingjiang River rolled up light smoke cages.
The light sails do not see the side of the sinking boat, and the years of frost and wind are reversed. Overheard the dog barking there is a family, who makes yellow flowers on the autumn bank of the bamboo hedge.
Yu Meiren took a nap on a rainy day with the question
Durian red who cherishes the fragrant cut, spread to the cool breeze clean. I felt that the clothes were thin and rainy, and the thick green and deep blue were immersed in the water clouds.
Naïve a little heart flower, blooming to no suspense. Streamers and personnel are blurred, not to mention the clouds and clouds.
Yu Meiren Autumn Twilight
In the west wind, the snow of the reed flowers is chaotic, and the sunset smoke waves. A goose chirped down into the clouds, and the boat outside the clouds dragged away half a river.
The autumn light has been sprinkled with colorful posts, stirring my heart. Gladly sit for a long time thin clothing list, dew wash yellow flowers crescent moon in front of the fence.
Couplets
Jingping Ancient Village
Thousands of years of frost and snow marks, unconcealed branches and green leaves, accompanied by the crying of the emperor, the water rejoicing, the dust of the stagecoach car rolling, the hoof of the Hongkai story is far away;
Hundred and ten levels of colorful colors, old stone green with moss, and lush fields, thick family ancestral halls, ancient village buildings and shadows, and new wind alleys.
Passage Red Army Transfer Memorial
Pavilion Chen gun tube spots, sculptures Of Wei, endure the autumn wind blowing wooden leaves, trance Jinge sound far away, meeting controversy, heroes Mo asked where to come, turning soldiers to bathe in blood in the history of the Long March;
Cypress Tower Luo Mengcui, the pontoon bridge is still the same, more canal water carries the Morning Sun, Xin Dong Zhai Building is new, the thoroughfare is staggered, the picture scrolls are also changed with the situation, and the song is sung to melt Li Shu's feelings.
Hengling Dongzhai Huangju
Tens of thousands of miles of autumn light exclusive, leaf sparse flowers, soaring incense overflowing with brilliant xia, smiling frost dew attentive, golden armor a king's spirit;
Two or three moons are invited, the creek is blue and the wind is light, the world-class posture is clear and the Dong village, the neighbors are idle, and the high standard is a thousand years of bamboo hedges.
Title Forest Source Village
Thousands of autumn ginkgo trees, a few ancient pavilions, some gray tile houses, all the same, the old moss is eventful and sentimental, and the annual rings are carved in bluestone;
Four wild rice fragrant wind, boundless Qing Dai rhyme, slow Bixi strings, and Xintong, pretty magpie soft song, vying to welcome tourists to the village.
Heroes martyred in the Fire of Mount Bangliang
The year of the pig Liangshan, the year of the rat Liangshan, the fire eats the soul of the heroes, the rain hits the pear blossom with the tears;
Today, today, the black haze envelops the land, and the wind and the waves groan and mourn.
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