The library is a place where culture is disseminated and where culture is gathered. Combing through the history of a region and city, you should be able to see the rings of the year here.
We are all engravers of the rings of the year. As literary artists, they bear the heavy responsibility of recording the evolution of civilization, opening up a piece of grass and letting them cultivate, which is the need of artists and our responsibility. In the call, the "Hantai Artist" column opened by the Hantai District Library came out.
In the future, we will introduce an artist from Hantai District in literature, art, calligraphy, painting, dance, photography and other aspects every week, so that more people can understand their artistic path.
Artist Profile
Gao Min's pen name is Shuzi, Beiyan Nanfei. He is a member of the Chinese Poetry Society, a member of the Shaanxi Poetry Society, the Sanqu Society, and the Prose Literature Society, a member of the Hanzhong Writers Association, the Secretary-General of the Hanzhong Cultural and Expo Association, the Deputy Secretary-General of the Hanzhong Poetry Writers Association, and the Executive Director of the Hantai District Writers Association and the Standing Director of the Praise Culture Research Association. The creation of couplets, old style poems and essays has won the third prize and the excellence award of the national, provincial and municipal essays respectively, and some works have been selected for the 2020 Hanzhong Municipal Key Literary and Art Creation Funding Project.
A small collection of old poetry in the old style of autumn and winter
Small cold remote mail
Frost white cold Jiangjin, Tingmei tried primrose.
Mirror Wu Pond Carp is silent, waiting to return to the people with a view.
Note: Jingwu Pond is a pond built in the Qing Dynasty in the courtyard of the ancient Hantai Pavilion district of the Hanzhong City Museum.
Rain tour dragon temple
Explore the ancient temple in the rain, and the fate of Goro Pass.
Wash your ears to listen to the sound, and look back at the mountains outside the mountains.
Mengqiu Poverty Alleviation Village
Into the field of rice ears shake,
Nobuo sang a song on the top of the sky.
Idle clouds have no desire to find a companion,
The goose character crosses the sky to connect the broken bridge.
Mid-Autumn Fall flowers
Cong Cong Han Gui Yi Ting Yin,
A little moss is all over the place.
And save some old urns,
Full moon new brew with Junju.
Covered bridge to watch the rain
West wind autumn rain cold XiaoXiao,
There is no pier in the reed beach.
Sleepless nights,
Sorrow is like a river tide.
Wild chrysanthemum
Laughing and drinking the west wind proud cold cream,
A clump of yellow on the edge of the cliff at the head of the creek.
Mo Pity silently opened the masterless,
Live in the mountains and live in the mountains.
Baohan Expressway opened to traffic
Pingkan stops at the end of the West House,
Return to the ancient road to scatter Sekiyo.
The iron horse chasing the wind is now here,
But after driving Yan Zhuweigong.
Chongyang
When Ju Bloom Chongyang ascends to the horizon,
A poem with a red leaf inscription.
Lazy and humane,
Send the West Wind to the old knowledge.
Early spring in Hanshang
Strolling through the youxuan look at Cuiwei,
And the wind is rationale fangfei.
The yellow warbler swept the water and rejoiced,
Purple swallow mud returned one by one.
The people in front of the Tianhan Building looked at each other,
Pray for blessings under the dry lotus tree.
Mo Hao smoke and rain suddenly arrived,
And look at the deep spring flowers folded clothes.
Ancient Hantai sense of autumn
Wood leaves fade to yellow old Ke,
Pond fish dive to the bottom to disturb the residual load.
Climbing the stairs to share the smoke and dust,
Looking back at the first pity frost Dewdo.
When the clouds are uncertain,
Sorrow and joy are staggered.
Mo Zhaoyan asked where to go,
Alone on the Cold River to send a wave of death.
Autumn Gurudwara Dragon Temple
Rain and mist,
Drive to visit the coopers.
A thousand voices slip like Zen words,
A wisp of smoke is like the incense of Buddha.
Imami's terrace can melt snow,
Teaching sideburns fade into frost.
Monks drink tea and strike guests north and south,
Bright and extinguished lights do not lead the way.
Heavy nine climb wangjiang tower has a mail
Long rain new sunny leaning corridor,
The wild geese cross the autumn water to report Chongyang.
Judea Dew Drop,
Hedgehogs are fragrant in the wind.
Every festival Russian shocked fluffy white sideburns,
Climbing the stairs is more of a long-lasting feeling.
No longer gain and loss,
But the song of the mind goes around the beam.
light snow
Hedgehog cream to repay the cold of the year,
The year is fading.
Hearts are idle but feel far away,
It smells even more leaky when the night is silent.
Justice is poor in search of things,
The world is cold and warm.
A few volumes of poetry are dissolved,
The new sentence is wide into the heavens and the earth.
Winter groan
The epidemic is difficult to stop the depressed heart,
Alone on the river tower guest shadow air.
Cold willow sparse condensation cold dew,
The distant mountains are lonely over the Feihong.
Exile only hopes of all families,
Few people still think about nine strange passes.
Don't ask when the ice and snow are over,
Read the east wind at night.
Online course training nostalgic
The plague autumn lin is sad and,
The altar of commotion is clear-minded.
Qiong flowers blossom heavenly fragrance scattered,
The jinzi line is late in the evening.
Even if the frost invades the thin shadow,
Also first night forever send a groan.
Speaking of the end of learning,
Expect the poetry to be unrestrained.
Wen'er Xi'an "research examination" has been sent
The ancient city of The First Yang of the Ayatomy,
The Wei River whimpered and the epidemic was difficult to calm.
The lonely lady in the street court thinks,
Rain and snow and lightning retrograde.
Fortunately, the Master has a meal,
Cheer for the students.
The taste of the passage is known,
Listen to the ileum and feel alive.
Ascend at the end of the year
The year is approaching,
At dusk, the cold air of Hanshan mountain invaded.
Wangyuan Peak even south and north,
Feel the clouds of time and the past and the present.
The song of bondage is difficult to send,
Frost sideburns are coming.
Pine seems to know the wandering ziyi,
Invite the wanderer to make a long groan.
Note: Hanshan is located in Nanzheng District, Shaanxi Province, and is the main peak in Hanzhong of Micang Mountain. The "Book of Poetry • Daya • Dry Foothills" in the "Zhan Pi Dry Foothills" is the Han Mountain, which was once the place of worship of the Western Zhou royal family; "HanShan Xizhao" and "Hanshan Qiao Song" are one of the eight scenic spots in Hanzhong.
Partridge Day • Liuba is the most beautiful rural road line
Xinji sunny sun warm late autumn,
Cold Creek gurgling birds chirp.
The wind blows the autumn leaves and green eyebrow exhibition,
Sideburns yellow jade face shy.
The mountain is pleasing to the eye, and the persimmon is sweet-throated.
Metasequoia clip road painting in the middle.
Linqi Deva cooking smoke,
Want to get drunk with Liu Hou.
Chrysanthemum new • wild chrysanthemum
The cream is light in color. Dot dyeing Nanshan knows autumn evening. The rain is cold, swaying, bushes and misty eyes.
The westerly wind is falling and urging the north geese. It's pitiful and even more distracting. Long night pillow flower sleep, dream soul, guest sorrow who cut?
Shanglin Chunling • Yin Huai in the epidemic
The riverside cloud condensation bridge is dark. Jade butterfly dance, wind chill and chaos. The long sky is sad to see, Qiangdi swallowing, and thinking tired.
Oh the twilight plague. The old gardenscape, the old people haunted. Homesickness in Guihong's dream, Guan Shan Yue, Water Yao Mountain Far Away.
Lonely house deep • Lapa Eight days ago the riverside to explore the plum
The long causeway is lonely and dark. Frost erects a dove. More light yellow, green calyx to be pumped, will be put back shy.
Reminiscing about the past years, a few branches of shadows, and a few points of tranquility. Ru Tong Yong, happy with the flowers, through the flowers to send sorrows.
Fisherman Pride Spring Hope
For days, the snow and ice are tender and clear, the plum is lightly blooming and spring, and the rhyme is condensed in the xiangqiang pipe. Three lanes up, startled gulls and herons stirred the river water.
Quan borrowed the flowering period to drive away the epidemic, and wanted to use poetry to sell his worries and think, and wait for Dongjun to pay off his qi. Greeting the New Year, the mountains and rivers are unharmed and auspicious.