Liu Maoheng, pen name Tamariu, male, Tujia family, Hubei founder, born in the third month of the first month of August, retired teacher, Chinese Poetry Society, Hubei Poetry Society, Enshi Prefecture Poetry Association Society, Member of Ba Culture Research Society, Member of China Wolf Society, Fond of Writing, Random Graffiti, Did Not Achieve Positive Results, Sometimes There Are Prose Lines in Periodicals, Published in the Collection of Grammatical Poetry "Tamarix Wind", "Tamarinus Poetry Copy", has won various poetry competition awards several times, and is praised by today's poetry circles as "digging out wonderful sentences from the soil", "following Tao Yuanming, Meng Hao, and then, With a fresh and elegant tone, he fills the lack of human fireworks in contemporary pastoral landscape poetry" pastoral poet. Poetic view: The ultimate in language is ordinary, and it is necessary to seek the realm in the plain.
Seven great picks
Those who have not returned from working in the year
The star sent away to pick up Frost Morning, and it was difficult to solve the confusion of the night.
Talk about mixing nostalgia into wine, sprinkling the altar god in the air.
Over the bull nose hole
Since ancient times, this side has been trapped in front of the mountain and the mouth is not open.
The next day I held the bull's nose, and the Nine Immortals urged me to ride around Penglai.
improvisation
From a young age, he cultivated into an indifferent heart, and Jiahe went into the forest.
All his life he never went out of the country, and he enjoyed the sound of birds in the mountains.
Even senses
The morning smoke breaks at dawn and returns in the afternoon sleepy.
Awakening is full of muscles and bones, and Fang's physique is not as good as first.
Answer man brother Yuan Ting
There is no book for the swelling of the skin, I am afraid that it is filled with wine and fish.
Elegant vassals should be a taste, so as not to be ridiculed and said to be empty.
Idleness
The sun is scorching the skin, hiding in the forest yin and not forgetting the pot.
Coming to the bend of the creek bridge, ethanol urged indulgence.
Title Bridal Pond Waterfall
The body is covered with cicada yarn dazzling, and the lips are not opened as if they are smelling.
Qingxin did not allow ordinary masters, and only allied with Aoyama.
Caption. Durian flowers bloom alone
Yin hong is a little bright and crystalline, and the jasper branches are very bright.
Afraid of being jealous when I go to the forest garden, the roadside silently does not squeak.
Jingyang double tiger button
After the vicissitudes of the sea and the mulberry fields, the dust has fallen and seen the sky again.
The years are hard to sell, and the sound of gold has been moving for two thousand years.
Annular eclipse of the Hen tzu
Hanging from the firmament another round, the gold ring is like a real one.
After Ku Sheng wondered to steal it, he gave it to the charming person in his heart.
A thousand poems
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