【Contemporary Poet Wing Winter Season 3】
Wang Congying Volume
About the Author
Wang Congying, born in June 1963, is a newcomer in Fuxin, Liaoning Province, and the owner of the self-proclaimed carving insect zhai. He is a member of the Chinese Poetry Society, the Chinese Poetry Research Society, the Chinese Prose Literature Society, the China Reportage Literature Society, and the Liaoning Writers Association. Deputy Director of the Rural Poetry Working Committee of the Chinese Poetry Society. He has published seven novels, poems, and prose collections, and the collection of Grammy poems includes "Carved Worm Zhai Poetry Manuscript".
Selected poems of Wang Congying Yongdong
Quatrains
Li Dongri self-written poem manuscript
And then opened the frozen stone, and the lone lamp of the snow came to the shadow.
The ink blooms a few petals of plums, and the dots in front of people are ice tires.
Little cold morning from the book of poetry manuscripts
Hanging cold window sills at night, frozen stones cannot be opened.
The old ink and new words have not woken up for a long time, and the pot is first made of hot tea.
Wing ice window flowers
The clever hands who cut randomly, the pieces in front of the window bloomed three times.
The north wind does not understand the intention of the east jun, and every spring heart is born here.
Title Liao Nishino Mountain Ice Waterfall
The flying stream did not allow the mountains to stop, who expected it to be difficult to ban the northern cold.
Frozen water can see the heart not to die, and the ice posture hanging upside down is a wave.
Lapa Ba da han arrives together
On this day, why warm the lungs and liver, smell the jun to cook porridge to persuade you to add meals.
The West Building listened to the wind last night, and it was a big cold to fall all the qionghua.
Walk alone on the shore of Jade Dragon Lake on a cold winter night
Ask the king if he knows whether the winter is cold, and the frost is cruel to the moon.
I have been with the ice lake for a long time, and only one person is allowed to watch it tonight.
Self-copied poems on weekends were painted on the eaves to wash the snow
Tianshui can be washed by the pool, and every time the bald pipe runs new poems.
The desk was suspicious of listening to the rain near noon, and it was originally when the window was clear and snowy.
Winter clouds
One
Winter came and went, and he sent new sorrows straight up to the sky.
The wind and clouds are freezing, and the flying snow is first swirling towards the people.
Second
Mo Dao locked around this evening, because the fate of dai xue could not fly.
But spread a piece of silk, maybe a cold day can be repaired.
The river is snowy
The birds and double banks are difficult to find, and I follow where the Qiong flowers fall.
The short bridge crossed without a trace, and a water was frozen and snow sealed.
Seven laws
Begonia Mountain falls in winter with freezing rain
Until the peaks shrank into a clump, the ice beads landed on the ground and shot at the people.
The cold rain knocked on the mountain, and the feet stepped on the moss steps and fell leaves.
The road across the ridge is slippery, and the brown clothing list is recognized by the blowing placket.
If you have to practice for a long time in this life, you can sit on a cliff and not feel cold.
On the winter solstice, friends send dumplings and poems to thank them
What is the winter good and cold, er meal thoughts are my meal.
Carrying the wind can melt ice thousands of feet, and melting snow is all on a plate of dumplings.
Wrap in the body mood as a filling, cook in water and fire people into a ball.
Feeling warm this evening, the warmest is no more than the old lungs and liver.
Participating in the people's congress closed play
However, the fight against the epidemic will be new, and the red tape will be abandoned like dust.
The hood mouth knows that I am on the side, and the partition wall is a neighbor.
A few checks of the green code are trivial, and the three tests of nucleic acids are not frequent.
On this day, behind closed doors, the most difficult thing to do is to be a simple person.
Winter solstice night reading has written
The old friend Hugh suspected that the interrogation was sparse, and the year was the same as the year will be removed.
The cold window is stained by ice flowers, and the dead willows are all combed by Ruixue.
Looking back, when you know the long is the short, you can see that the beginning is the beginning.
So I still knew each other and looked for old books in the cupboard.
Brother Leng Xu's hand-painted flowers and birds are presented in the calendar
Ten thousand purple and thousand red hand-painted, fresh wind day desk life.
After years of seeing many good trees, tired years of looking up and not falling.
Qiu Shi Chunhua is intentional, and the ink is ruthless.
More pity for this night, frost and snow, comic plum blossoms poured to me.
Lanting Award winner Mr. Xuehui wrote a clumsy annual calendar
The color note is light ink and incense, and the borrowed junshu is given to the wall.
JianBi dared to praise and chase the water, and the article was ashamed to be negative.
Picking the moon by the column is not a dream, but the wind is crazy.
A piece of paper turned over the annual calendar, streamer wine and poetry sausage.
In the fog, the thin snow of the river has not melted
Heaven and earth are adjusted to a two-color disk, drawing a picture who shows it to the king.
The lock embankment path is embedded with mirrors, and the shore is covered with qiongzhi pillow jade balls.
The heart of the river will be tens of thousands of hectares, and it will eventually become a thousand altars of wine under the tree.
Ignoring the wild finches like flying ink, they fell in front of the people to find lunch.
Overnight stay in Baodi Hot Spring Town after the snow
Ten miles out of the city, the ancient wind exists, why should we go to the distant village to avoid the epidemic.
Scattered stars burn fire, and old trees lean on the firewood door.
If you want to ask the wild for flower news, and test the water temperature at the spring.
This evening I will wake up from spring dreams and come to pick up the snow in the morning.
Wen'er's spring festival return ticket has a feeling
During the Spring Festival, he did not return to his hometown this year, and he retired from the flight after several twists and turns.
In order to teach the plague to avoid at any time, do not let the plague god go crazy.
The country is sick and the family is sick, and you are safe and healthy.
Even if thousands of rivers and mountains are separated, a thousand mountains and thousands of rivers are long.
The little cold night is very cold
Xiao Han is the most five more cold, plus three layers of Shang Jue single.
The ice soaked through the window sill wall, and the frost deceived the light shadow in front of the eyes.
There are books that are not afraid of empty hanging beds, and there is no worry about hanging the crown.
Endure the cold of this night, and the heart can rest in peace.
Recently, the New Year's day is cold and self-dispatched
When people say that it is difficult to be old, it will be cold at the end of the year.
When the plague is gone, the wind and clouds have been safe in the universe.
Guan Tian is most afraid of narrow-mindedness, and should know the width of the road.
The old man's career is written and the book is happy, and the lamp is a roll of the night will be extinguished.
New Year's Holiday Idle Wang Yayi has written the inlaid money bell book only like a to learn the lady's words sentence
I also want to carve the dragon worm together, and tonight I bent down on the case.
It is difficult to copy the pipe sparsely, and it is delicate and delicate.
There are no books that are old with me, and there are no poems and tricks.
Just like the words of the lady of the, the weather is slowly drawn.
Friends in the countryside to kill pigs to drink and drink
Killing the pig is a well-off, driving a hundred miles to taste it.
Borrow it with lean and fatty flesh, and comfort me with hunger.
The wine cucumber is crispy, and the moon shadow shines long.
Tonight, I will not fail to urinate, and then pack my affection.
The Spring Festival will be remounted on the wall by several old paintings donated by old friends
And I like to wash the dust in this dynasty, and I can turn over the old paintings for a while.
The head of the bed is dazzling with spring mountain grass, and the wall invites boats to live water.
The pen writing is really perceptible, and the ink is full of treasures.
Suoju mandao is more remote, looking around as if he were seeing the deceased.
Old friends invited to drink clear tea instead of wine drama
Every time I call out to the king, the old legs climb the stairs and I help myself.
Lift the wind to melt the snow, and borrow the fire to make a good stove every winter.
Leave three cups of boiled wine this evening, and one pot of tea drunk this evening.
Mo smiled at each other and said that Yu Yong was going to talk about the future.
Winter Night Reading "Cheng Jianfu Poetry Commentary"
Si Xin finally had a few people know that a volume of Hugh was too late to be proofread.
Since ancient times, clouds and haze have often covered the sun, and there has always been a trend of cold and warm.
Fortunately, he had three thousand white hair and cut nine hundred poems of red dust.
Reading that the clear window can melt snow, the smoke wind really feels like blowing towards me.
On a snowy day, I learned the sentences of the book
Floating dust accumulation case hand lightly, it is difficult to teach small characters.
Immerse yourself in new words to wake up the old eyes, and pass through the window and enter the clear mind.
The heart of the poem can be chanted to the west wind, and the haoqi rest is buried with the heavy snow.
It is written that the three people are not tired, and they have to be in the study this evening.
Visit Chahai Ancient Village in winter
A stream of frozen water locks Qingfeng, and people from here come to look for old traces.
Thousand years of jade dragon thousand years of moon, half of the mountain snow half mountain pine.
The floating clouds went with the king, and three glasses of turbid wine met me.
Every time the pottery pattern looks for the old shadow, the smoke and rain in the world always follow.
A glance has been missing for a thousand years, Qian who fielded to visit Chai Mo.
Last night the bright moon drove the clouds, and today the jackdaw wears snow returns.
Gu Bai Linyuan often wanted to lie down, and the stone dragon fell to the ground and flew every time.
Remnant pottery can be filled with new wine, and Shangdonggao zhen my clothes.
Smell Xi'an lockdown remote mail
I overheard the new crown in Qindi, and I knew that it was cold this evening.
A send of true feelings from Saibei, a few wild goose characters sent to Chang'an.
Good with one heart to the wind and snow, and to take care of the guts and liver.
The haze can be swept away, and it is not difficult to have love in the world.
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