About the Author
Xue Jundong, a native of Linyi, Shandong, is a wandering migrant worker from the countryside. Since childhood, he loves poetry, and his works take personal experience as the background, expressing the bitterness, bitterness, sincerity and strong appeal of the migrant workers, and is favored by the majority of poetry lovers, known as "the confidant of migrant workers", and his representative works have been published in more than 200 poetry journals and poetry newspapers across the country such as "Chinese Poetry", "Chinese Dictionary", "Star Poetry Journal", "Poetry Newspaper" and so on.
A selection of poems
Sentimental (new rhyme)
Last year today's little wedding house, my wife washed clothes and I cooked.
The bowls and chopsticks are still there in pairs, but the people are different.
Compassion (New Rhyme)
Bear to see the uncle and aunt gradually decline, the heart of love is always full.
If the heavens have feelings and know my intentions, the time will be reversed and then start again.
Mountain residence
Busy with nongsang and drawing springs, a few sleep in the pillow lake.
Chaoyang quietly kissed the mountain lightly, half-naked and shy in front of the household.
Title Cliff Ancient Pine
Jedi can be born is home, the wind and rain dare to boast.
The roots must be rooted in a stable place, beckoning the branches to laugh at the dangerous cliffs.
peach blossom
Frivolous and full of powder cheeks, worldly words are unfair.
I am delicate and not glamorous, and I am obsessed with marrying Dongfeng.
hometown
Lan Guang floated Xiaocui, and the mountain hugged several people's homes.
The green water gate is circling, and the weeping yang courtyard is oblique.
Come and wave light ink, leisurely taste fragrant tea.
The countryside is ancient, and Taoyuan does not have to be credited.
Lantern Night (New Rhyme)
The moon shines brightly, and the flowers fill the clear sky.
The cannons rang out in the sky, and the lights shone red.
Guess the puzzle and knock on the picture, and beat the lion dragon.
The city is full of spring tides, and the carnival does not stop at night.
youth
In the winter of the year I met my wife, the story is still the same.
Arm in arm against each other on the ice, joyfully treading the sea breeze.
In front of the stove, I liked to cook, and under the lamp, I pitied her for doing handicrafts.
Even if youth is like an eye, white head and sunset red.
Yang Wanli
A note of qing qi looked up to the sincere fast, and the Southern Song Dynasty chanting altar opened its face.
May Jiangxi be old and finally welcome the return of the Big Dipper.
The little lotus horn dragonfly fell first, and the plum left sour teeth to destroy.
Don't let the man call it a solo show, and let the living law come to the people.
Wang Anshi
The vitality is full of bones, and the sad times are hurting the world to find golden needles.
The temple endured the tears of the lonely courtiers, and the poetry sea always pitied the hearts of the cold soldiers.
Return to Zhong Shan to stay daya, and come to Qingshi to chant heavily.
It is only because of the wrong intentions of the industry that it provokes mediocre people to talk about the present.
He Zhizhang
Old Ai Lin Quan Ci Temple, the Taoist heart is as clear as the creek cool.
The moon in front of the door shines in the mirror of the lake, and the sleeves are long with poetry and willows.
Drunkenly dissolve the golden turtle for a drunken, and argue for the Taibai Douhuazhang.
Will audit the mountains every year, live up to the wind and manners of the prison madness.
Tan
A sword frost cold hundreds of autumn, jiang turned blue blood still flowing.
Secret road for the Ming family country, at the expense of the boy's neck.
Plotting with the tiger to make a mistake, Cheng Ren took the righteousness and died.
The fire in the human world is difficult to extinguish, and it turns into a thunderclap that shakes Kyushu.
Lu
How many times have you ridden a donkey out of the sword gate, and who sent the old lonely village?
The curved bow once shot the Southern Mountain Tiger, and the Beihai Carp was long thought.
When the sideburns are worried, the heart is stronger, and the small building listens to the rainy night.
A cavity of serving the country is dripping with blood, spilling into the poem to make traces of sin.
spring
The east wind is green overnight, and the rain runs the mountains and rivers everywhere.
Yellow warblers on the willows have a crisp tongue, and pink butterflies between the flowers dye their lips.
The amorous casual travelers are intoxicated, and the elegant painters frequently wield ink.
The purple qi clear pond is auspicious and full, and the scenery of the township garden is pleasant.
Untitled
Why should you worship the peach orchard, the sea of people meets their own fate.
The Eight Immortals of Ji Shi landed, and the clouds and geese came to the river again.
Although red dust did not hold hands, Kanlu still had to stand shoulder to shoulder.
And face the sorrow and joy together, and smile to meet the wind and rain.
A thousand poems
Editor-in-chief: Zheng Wancai
Deputy editors-in-chief: Wang Huiling, Hu Min, Liu Chenghao, Wang Tianming, Qing Shui Yiren, Hu Xiaona
Editors: Liu Yanfang, Yang Yulong, Liu Aihong, Wei Huabiao, Xie Xunlie
Copyright note: The poems issued by "A Thousand Poems" are authorized by the author
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