【Crossover Poet】
Chen Tingyou's novel "The Mountain of The Tree"
A compilation of poems and songs
Editor's Note
Writer and poet, Mr. Chen Tingyou recently published a new work, "The Mountain of the Tree", which is his second masterpiece. This book firmly grasps the pulse of traditional culture, pays close attention to reality, and pays special attention to the revitalization of rural culture. Writing a living pulsation and rhythm, full of the strong atmosphere of life, it has been praised by critics as "a history of rural cultural revitalization for more than half a century". Wang Correction, consultant of the Chinese Poetry Society, commented: "The Mountain of the Dragon Vein" is in the same vein, it is still full of affection, eloquent, maintaining the style of realism, is a masterpiece about the history of the country and the homeland, and is a masterpiece that reflects the realistic spirit of poverty alleviation and rural revitalization. Mr. Chen Tingyou is a master of poetry, and "The Mountain of the Rafters" is a novel written by a poet, and the author uses poetic words to tell Chinese stories, which is unique. The 35 compilations of poems and songs that appear in the book are published for the benefit of a wide range of readers.
Wen Tao Yanwa Zhishi (Shen Wanjia)
Originally, he knew that the eunuch was difficult, and only asked for uneasiness in the poem.
He even followed Fu back, and sure enough, Tao's surname was Ken Shuguan.
To Shi Da Wan Jia (Tao Yanwa)
There is no easy or difficult, only a conscience.
He did not serve the ancestors for the Qing Dynasty, but he retired himself by virtue of Manxing.
Guoxueguan building roof (pottery tile)
A beam is blue in the sky, and the roof of the building is seen by Qixiong.
Raise your head to comfort Zeng Xiangsheng, and build a dream to return to the wind.
Hate does not come to the people enthusiastically, and the joy can gradually develop and integrate.
What is in front of you is an ordinary thing, reshaping the national soul standard.
Lyrics of the song "Carved Stone" (Tao Yan Tile)
Xing'er smelled the ink and peeked at the book, and Yue'er jumped into the window paper to watch.
You sheep and a child write a plain note, and your delicate hand gently caresses the carved stone.
Pick up the carved stone for you to put the ink research, how to get to your side with unparalleled flying wings.
For whom do you open the carved stone, for whom you write a clear verse without rhyme.
Whoever opens the carved stone, you sheep brush wrist hanging.
Whoever put the ink for you, you fly the head of the little letter on the paper.
The characters pearl pear blossom with rain Yan, the line of wind rhyme hairpin flower body fresh.
The lifting press makes the transfer long after the eight methods of cultivation, and the pen and ink lines contain the emotions of kung fu.
Juan Xiu characters dissolve into Ou Yu Liu Yan, and multicolored ink depicts black colors.
Pick up the carved stone and grind the ink for you.
Hand climb the stars and the moon, come to you.
My heart is disheveled, and the starry night is sleepless.
With you lock your eyebrows, with you happy face.
A laugh in the dream, laughing to wake up the stars and the moon.
Moon cultivation yan ink, star seed yan side note.
Heaven and earth send lovesickness, and the ink fragrance is full of people.
Borrowing mountains (pottery tiles)
Occasionally slightly the same as Gao Xian, and now it is temporarily borrowed as a mountain wing.
Qingfeng does not need to buy a single money, idle land can be half a season.
Dare to use the yintang name to live in the mansion, timidly rely on Wen Mo ji Po Gong.
The small furrow is just right for the lotus hoe, and the pepper on the edge of the fence is gradually red.
Borrowing mountains and the same (pottery tiles)
Half a ride borrowed from the mountain body is a guest, and the shore of the Red Conch Lake gives a career.
There is no heart to chant the word, there is a wish to plant melons and really see melons.
Autumn colors lead to the sunset, bamboo hedges three paths far away from dust and sand.
The temple bell breaks the light clouds and summons the evening breeze to enjoy tea.
Hoeing (pottery tiles)
The weeds on the edge of the fence were so wild that they went up the wall before the pumpkins.
Shaking his head and shaking his head for the sun, the sky was empty.
Breeding hatred does not hoe a thousand kinds, and the ugly appearance must eventually be a fire.
Summon the firewood cart to load it, leaving only the greens to scatter the fragrance.
Outside the Imperial Palace to Mr. Chinese Tao Yanwa (Noriko Nakamura)
When I first saw the ascension to the throne, I was shocked to fall to the ground.
Seeing the devil and Kou again, laughing into a flower.
Poetry is my fear, and I am ashamed of how luxurious I can be.
For Jun Shukou, Mo Xiang accompanied the career.
After seeing the poetry demon, he did not dare to look at Changsha.
Noriko Nakamura (Shen Wanjia)
A thought of going to Taiwan is self-generated, and the words are already the same as those of me.
The poetry demon has not exhausted the power of the devil, and the book is worthy of the glory of the coward.
To rhyme and lose the heavenly chant, swing more ashamed yan tian farming.
The potter wanted to borrow three points of ink, half a silver hook and Kyo.
Title Red Wall Dragon Vein Wine (Pottery Tile)
The red dyeing qingxia knotted the fate, and the wall flowers were fragrant in front of the wine bottle.
Long Fei wanted to take advantage of the Qiankun potential, and the pulse was sent to China for ten thousand years.
Water tune song head Po Xian
The text is read hundreds of times, and the words are also sonorous. After Tang Yun, gong exclusively enjoyed the immortal name. Thinking about the Wutai poetry case, he moved his official position several times, and the smoke and rain made his life. Step by step, the lotus seat, groaning into the cloud garden.
Endure the shame, taste the bitterness, and continue the sutra. More books and paintings, the divine brush sprinkles the Tao Feng Qing. You xing huangzhou relics of ink, comparable to the Xiangling drum, the heavens and the earth are thriving. In a thousand lifetimes, who can soar again.
To the Youth of the 185th Regiment (Tao Yanwa)
The young boy left home to go to a distant village, and he had a dream in his heart to comfort the cold and warm.
Zhongliang is from the ancient times to many poor people, and great ambitions are born from the grassroots.
Towards the Jinyun smoke day cold, evening frost moon wall lamp dim.
The Erhe River who accompanies the west flow, generation by generation of Shu bian Tun reclamation soul.
Northern Xinjiang Meets Yu Ping Tong Deng Guan Yu Tai (Tao Yanwa)
Frontier encounters Mysterious who knows, God-given Good Fortune Kanas.
Guess the strangeness of the lake along the way, and enjoy the picturesque scenery along the river.
The clouds frightened the Yao Realm dream back early, and the snow cover peaks and peaks were late in spring.
The blue sea Buddha light chased the holy water, and the laughter was sprinkled all over the blue glass.
To Shen Wanjia (Tao Yanwa)
Only Chu has talent to boast, and the stars are brilliant to the King's family.
Medical Super Lu Bian who personally saw, Shibi Zhaoji I did check.
The first test of Feng Mang recalls Taiwan Island, and the jade sentence of Lian Pingyu bid farewell to Jinghua.
Nightingale is far away, and here the wind is in hand.
Fu Pottery Brick Tile (Wan Jia)
Concubines can only be Chu Cai said, step rhymes with the wind and even ascended.
The lonely traveler is fortunate to be not abandoned, and Tongguang has long been ashamed of how I can.
Fang Fei's zero love is like water, and the years wear down the heart like ice.
The stream enters Xiaoxiang to the east, and the well frog looks at the highest level.
To Wan Jia again (Tao Yanwa)
The mando well frog is really like a frog, a newborn and a baby.
Shuang'er knees and Shi, and Mido Mama.
And the poetry is still powerful, and the especially surprised Jiashi is even more flawless.
The spring color of the garden is not me, and the red apricot branches have been tilted in the first day.
Xing Xiangzi Zaifu Pottery Tile (Shen Wanjia)
The pen does not produce flowers, the ink does not produce incense, and it is most difficult to eliminate the poetry bag at this moment. Do a thousand points of effort, get two or three lines, only pool side willow, eaves side swallow, roadside poplar.
Unprovoked is hate, unprovoked is love, and new words are given to play crazy. Why bother? Laughing pottery, brick tile, tile pawn.
Xing Xiangzi Sanzhi Shen Wanjia (Tao Yanwa)
Vow not to mourn the autumn, and not to hurt the spring. And be a lyricist. Long songs and short chants, each followed. Cha juvenile zhi, middle-aged dream, old age body.
The work of this life, the snow claws of the red mud, the sound of the fish and geese. Smearing east and west, holding the spirit. May it be better than the time, gentle in the ancient, and shen in the new.
Daddy is the Buddha in My Eyes (Tao Yanwa)
Daddy is the Buddha in my eyes, and there are not many reports towards the mist spring.
Thousands of miles of incense to find ancient temples, how to pay homage to these two Midas.
Qinyuan Chun Self-written Poems (Tao Yanwa)
Whenever a poem is written, it is self-written, and it is accustomed to the fragrance of ink. Let the hair cone fly, the transverse wave pan hao; the millimeter makes the turn, and the side is moored. Full of exile, full of emotion, I did not feel the tears of two lines. Just wave, then open the wall and pave the floor, a moment of madness.
Consider it a square size, and the end must be a block in the chest. Want lanting set order, thousand autumn charm, sacrifice nephew manuscript, the fragrance of the world. Ershou Huangzhou, empty boiled vegetables, pieces of paper and national treasures. Have you ever seen, buy a poet's state of mind, on the ruler to measure?
All-Army Calligraphy Backbone Poetry Training Class (Tao Yanwa)
There are gods in the book world, but they are worried and inferior.
The pen is busy copying words on the paper, and the ink is sprinkled while chatting about the effect.
On the ruler can be sky-highly good, the product topic helpless connotation poor.
After exchanging special merit for poetry, he dared to borrow Tang Xian's spring several times.
He Shenwan Lady Epic Collection Fu Zi (Tao Yanwa)
Wan ru who wants to be like, Cai Yan is like that.
The pen describes the heart, and the poetry is better than the boy.
As you want, you can do it.
Three hundred words, sweeping away the altar stain.
If not, the poem does not argue male and female.
The corner of Xiangxi Tian, fortunately supported by Jun.
Mountain Fu (Pottery Tile)
Fuhua North Plain, thousands of miles of fertile wilderness, Tuotuo Ancient Road, hundreds of stacks of yellow sand stretching. The water comes to the wind, and the deep state is cloudless; the heavens are merciful, and tao village is fortunate to have a hill garden. More than 100 acres are also, several stories high. Shocked by the sky, towering the tree of fire, in the middle of the view, the mountain of the tree. Lead jingjiu to tuotuo, and swallow the wilderness and swallow the thousand. The ancestors returned to their bones, and the waves of the pillows and the winds and clouds surged; the descendants were shaded and enjoyed the grace of rain and dew.
Ruofu's soil is barren and thin, and it is impossible to seek wealth; the countryside is hungry, and it is especially difficult to benefit goods. So the trees were cut down, peach pears were planted, the gap was chiseled, and the fields were expanded. Drinking and hating to dig graves, the tribesmen wept innocent soil; the axe was wielded in pain, and the soul of the old tree returned to heaven. The spirit seedlings wake up and the brick kiln rises, and the birds go and the dreams are broken. I had to endure the nail in my eye for the time being; what the matter was, the long will cut the flesh of the heart!
And the world is leisurely, and the thousand autumns are not instantaneous; the rivers and mountains are desert, and the vicissitudes and the sea can also be mulberry fields. In the case of the world's famous buildings, many have been rebuilt; even if they can be in the world, it is inevitable that they will return from time to time. The mountain is cut, and the hero is proud for a while; the flowers are withered, and the half-acre bees and butterflies are coiled.
Finally, the times are easy, the heavens are restored, and the people's hearts are cautious and eventually pursue the distance; the tourism industry is prosperous, the literary style is long, and the determination to think of the ancient light. Stand up for the project, do the planning, design skillfully, and mediate tightly. Innovative scenery, mountains piled up on the ground; planted small trees, trees are majestic. The roots are solid and the forest hills can be long, and the foundation is deep and the pavilion is strong. Fine sand is like water, fairy qi idle waves; gold powder is like grease, and people are drunk and sad; rain accompanies it, and every slope falls; the wind threatens it and hovers in the face of tall trees. The Bright Lake is like a mirror, forever appreciating the spiritual traces of the martyrs; the inscriptions are like poems, which affect the heartstrings of the successors. Children Fanghua, Yu Si is sheng; father and mother culture, here originated. Pink pear white, dyed with words and algae; bird shadow tea fragrance, accompanied by the academy Rong class.
alack! Once the matter is done, it is not only the scenery of the small village; vientiane Senluo, the great national condition of the birth. The dragon's den has a spirit, the tuna of the oak, the sand mountain is unharmed, and the sorrow and joy of the acre. He has been diving for a long time, and he has known the thickness of the earth's virtue; he is proud and proud, and he sighs at the thoughtfulness of the Heavenly Gang. Cut the bright moon breeze, the great creation; the collection of blue clouds and flowers and rain, to the Zai Kun Yuan. Poetry:
A few degrees of spring come early, and when it returns to the interval.
Who pays youth to the tree, and it is difficult to find when smoking new green.
Who will pay Fanghua to the rafters, when the green turns yellow, the cold clouds will be broken.
Whoever pays the blood for the tree, the yellow turns red when the situation is entangled.
Whoever pays the sunset to the tree, a tree of gold when the man is old.
There are so many clouds on the mountain, and the clouds are full of smoke.
The heavenly wind came, the ordinary road, the dragon vein was holding Tao Village.
Leave the mountain bone wen heart, the world is full of Tao Village laughter.
Dream Song of Mount Chu (Shen Wanjia)
The yarn tent is green and green, and the plains are dominated.
The sand dunes gush with dark springs, and the oak wants who to stay.
Whoever carries the wind on the lake, smells the sky.
Who pours rain before the mountain, light boat Mu Xiacai.
Where the wet clouds linger, where the spring birds are.
Mountains and lakes pottery, lakes and mountains Kaikai.
Kai Kai fu pottery, Shen Shen for many years.
The world is illusory, and this situation will not change in the end.
Reminiscence of Taipei (Tao Yanwa)
The heavens forbade the talents to go, and a cloud of good fortune descended on the female ying.
Summoning the soul with a simple hand, dreaming of the future to impermanence.
Fuqin should be a Jiangnan song, and painting is difficult to violate the world.
Jade finger fiber divine power is there, so as to teach the condensation fog to turn away from Qing.
Xing Xiangzi and Slow King (Tao Yanwa)
And slowly become a king, and slowly seal a marquis. See the sun monkeys on huaguo mountain. The Heavenly Palace is noisy, and it is also a hairy head. Then he went up to heaven and became a prisoner of heaven for heaven' troubles.
Jiangshan one paper, hair cone one tube, palm eight thousand flat servants. The wind and clouds are hugging, the spring and autumn at the bottom of the wrist, the pen is long, the ink is long, and the rhyme is long.
Xing Xiangzi and Yanwa (Shen Wanjia)
There is no intention to claim the title of king, and there is no intention to be a marquis. And be a magic monkey. Flowers greet you, and the sun is shining. Occasionally into the poem, tired for the poem, as a poet prisoner.
The country and mountains are picturesque, the heart is difficult to cultivate, and thousands of years of iron-blooded cats. Rise and fall, Pili Yang autumn. May the amorous king, forget me, and stay with me.
To Yanwa (Shen Wanjia)
Yinuo made poetry demons, and he also looked at this beauty.
Poor me, or pay for it.
Fu Wanjia (Tao Yanwa)
Who dares to provoke the poetry demon, when the first weighs.
Don't do it, I have my own business.
Re-to Yanwa (Shen Wanjia)
The clever tongue has been like a spring, and it is also a pen and ink fragrance.
Three or four sentences in a hurry, the words can be human.
Song of the Moon (Pig with Teeth And Claws)
There are no mountains in this place, and a horse steps on the Flat River.
Where the mountain comes from, the cloud and the moon originate.
Only because the moon is good, the wind will swirl.
Spun out of the small sand hill, accumulated into a mountain over time.
And the clouds are full of qi, and the clouds can't bear to return.
Then the dragon rained, and the sand dunes were as solid as mountains.
This mountain is not high, and the clouds and moons are happy to linger.
The clouds stopped flying, and the moon rose and fell.
The clouds flutter up to the moon, and the moon drills into the clouds.
The flutter can't be thrown off, but the drill is drilled through.
Escape from this cloud, and that piece comes and goes.
Clouds drift from the middle of the moon, and the moon flips in the clouds.
The clouds are white and the moon is also white, and the moon is idle.
Clouds turn cloudy and sunny, moon turn absent and round.
A lake in the sky, a lake in the water.
The clouds and the moon are rewarded with the immortals.
Song of the Mountain of Guazhou (History of the Governor of Guazhou)
In ancient times, there were Yellow River dragons walking on the plains, and it was common to see the silt county of Tunzhou.
Another Tuotuo dragon flew across, and a thousand villages in a hundred counties were destroyed.
The Dragon King has been lazy for a long time, and has been desolate for many years without rain.
Occasionally, the dragon's whiskers twisted, the ditches were full of trenches and the rains were poured in, and the people's wealth was scattered with the flood.
Since the Long Causeway Dam locks the rivers, farming does not depend on the sky to eat.
The incense in the Dragon King Temple was broken, and the temple wall was pushed bricks and tiles.
Tao Village has dragons waking up late and sneezing big pits full.
The water surrounds the mountain and changes the lake surface.
The villagers are called the Dragon Apparition, and the early and dark springs.
Line in the field, stop in the abyss. Lake Isquestst and watching dragons fly in the sky.
Song of the Quercus Tree (Wildcat)
The wanderer's heart is stationed in the middle of the ji, and he often hugs the alder tree in his dreams.
At that time, life and death were uncertain, and I saw a new Miao Gu again.
I smell this tree destiny, and the seeds of the bird are dewed by frost.
I know that this tree is self-exhilarating, and there are counts of the end of the tree.
What year and month the seed comes, and where the title comes from is difficult to trace.
Only to see the new Miao Cuiyun Crown, ten years of umbrella covering the hero's tomb.
There are even more immortal plants in the deep pool, and the shade does not teach the dragon to be angry.
This tree is common in Yamamoto and is rare to walk across the plains.
Heaven pities the pottery village trees pity people, and the new seedlings seem to have god's care.
In heaven it is customary to look at the earth and to be sad, but on the earth it teaches natural jealousy.
Who with the small village of a thousand years of covenant, spring to autumn to share the twilight.
Give your children and grandchildren a shade, and watch over the lakes and mountains for ten thousand years.
Bird Song of The Oak Mountain (Nine-tailed Fox)
The scenery on the mountain is good, and the island is hidden in the green yarn tent.
The island is fragrant with peach pears, and there are hundreds of nests of birds.
Big bird Ho Hiss, little bird Ho Tintin.
Tintin hissed, and the news was listened to every day.
There are buildings from the city that come from the city and boast of the height of the building.
Fluttering wings is difficult to fly over, straight up into the dry clouds.
There are from the seashore, once a big boat wide.
Fly from head to tail, tired wings folded.
There are also northern Xinjiang deserts, and I have seen horses flying at the bottom of the mountain.
Just like the chaotic clouds ride the autumn wind, the hoof marks trample all over the mountains.
There are also puff finches, and the heart is worried about the wheat straw stack.
The sun is winding around the branches, twittering and chattering.
There are not many trees in this mountain, but it is a bird kingdom.
This mountain is as small as a fist, but it is a bird paradise.
Although there is no white sand, there are also Mandarin Duck Pu.
When the northern geese fly south, this place is tired of traveling.
But there is a rafter, and the bird is the lord of the oak.
To Wan Jia (Tao Yanwa)
There are many trees in the dream, and one song becomes nine songs.
Four concerted thunderstorms, high notes borrow my poetry demons.
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