Ma Jianxun, a native of Shenyang, Liaoning Province, currently lives in Suzhou. He is currently the director of the creative department of Beijing Cifu Culture Development Co., Ltd., a director of the Chinese Poetry Society, the vice president of Xunshe, and the consultant of Hongxue Cifu.
Eight Views of Xianghu Lake
Shiroyama Nostalgia
The evening bell has faded between the water and clouds, and the waves have been lightly smeared on the bishan mountain.
If you want to find the royal city empty, you know that the yue sword is almost idle.
The lake light is full of misty shadows, and the peak color is half left with smoke and rain spots.
Sighing that the former dust is suspected to be a dream, Shaohua is not old Zhu Yan.
The pavilion overlooks the distance
Lingding Qing looked at the amount of light, and Xianghu Lake had a panoramic view of Fuqiantang.
The smoke ruins are faintly green and green, and the river practices churn white waves.
The ink boat can be rhymed, and the shape god follows me.
By looking at the broken clouds to return, half into the lone sail and half into the bag.
Illuminate the morning light first
Yunxi looked east at Xiacheng and let The Xuguang condense the old one.
Lan Ruowen ZhongChen became quieter, and Fuso Yuri Temple was first ming.
The waves are floating in the shadows, and the lake is half sunny.
Waiting to go up the mountain must be early, Jin Wumo made the wrong journey.
Night moon across the lake
A lake of dreams of blue, the upper cage toad light under the cage of Lan.
Inside the pavilion, the guanqiao is lying on the clouds, and the moon is in the waves.
Listening to the autumn flute at night, the wind blows a few sounds.
Finally, the whip was broken, and fusheng did not envy Jiangnan.
Yang Qi bells
Zhong Zhen Yang Qi four wild legend, floating clouds withered into the water and the sky.
The afterglow agitates through the hoshiura, and the ancient temple is quiet and caged with smoke.
Enlightenment is in the wilderness of the tree mountains, and cultivating into an empty realm is dry Zen.
If you smell the distant sound and look back, why should you drink it in your ears?
Hengtang Song
Hagi flowers dot the chaos and listen to the song to the sunset.
The ripples are cut into pillows, stacked with the waves.
The five lakes boat is hidden because of the red sleeves, and a fishing mandarin fat thinks of green mantle.
Temporarily borrow the smoke and water, and secretly put the heart of the heart to The Autumn Wave.
Cloud shadow in the middle of the lake
Convex inlaid green snails and concave inlay beads, the scenery is reeling Yushan Lake.
Whoever had taken a picture of Huan Pa Yun, I swam again in the pot of wine.
To know that the ascendant must be to be promiscuous, and to know that to be upside down is to be confused.
Let the turquoise melt blue and white, it is a good picture in the world.
Kiln smoke at the foot of the mountain
Gui Xia was depressed and sleepy, and the sunset twilight dissipated the kiln smoke.
Jieyun Peak is suspicious of witch dreams, and the rain glaze body condenses the sky.
If the flame is three hundred miles, for example, the beacon opera has been thousands of years.
Looking at the night view of Xiang Lake, the victory is the starry sky Silver Han River.
Stray cats
At dusk, I got off the bus and met a stray cat on the side of the road.
The coat color is difficult to distinguish between yellow and black, and the body is still thin and convex.
Pity it and bring it back to its place, and Nai I will not be able to fix the nest.
The same is a handsome floating world, meeting a sigh and throwing each other.
Night by plane
The galaxy on the clouds was dark, and the portholes were overlooking the red dust.
People are brightly lit at night, and the city is flooded with colorful tides.
It is suspected that Qiankun turned over twice, like a dream for a while.
Hate the lawless and threaten the long wisp, patrol the driver Xingxing silver Han Dan.
Rent
Entering the door does not feel that the room is slightly wider, and the two families live at the north end of the same house.
In the summer, there is no wind and it is difficult to withstand the heat, and there are jackets and cold in winter.
The salary is paid half of the house money, and the water and electricity are shared by the tenants.
Every time the sac is empty, the taunt: I am at peace where my heart is at peace.
Twilight is lyrical
Should pity the willows messed up, not falling on the peach blossom branches thin.
Gradually warming the wind is more rogue attack, knowing that the cold guests hope to have a nest.
Chang'an has been living in chang'an since ancient times, and the origin of the big instrument is waiting for the opportunity.
The smiling scoop is still unwashed, and the covetousness is forgetting the intestines.
Clear thoughts
Xiangguan hopes to send heartfelt feelings, but pays Yancheng with poetry.
Wanderers empty spring inquiry, flying flowers difficult to dream of rain echoes.
Because of the mourning of the epidemic, there is also the honor of sacrificing martyrs.
Raising the flag to half-mast and celebrating the day, the rivers and mountains are still clear.
Night sitting
The night sounded quietly three or five times, and the table lamp was alone in front of the case.
Hanshu with wine who Haoshi, Feng Yi played the song also Jieying.
Rise and fall with Ping, glory like a common moon.
But will look at Wang Xie with a cold eye, And Yanzi He once knew the old Man.
greengage
Lightly holding up the smoke umbrella like a flower, jasper has just become a neighbor's female family.
Bamboo horses around the bed to remember no, plum branches covered with shade I think about it.
The sour taste is in vain, looking back at the empty dream.
I don't feel that the mirror predecessors are easy to grow old, and Fang Zhiqingguo is the most innocent.
Learn to cook
Single-dwelling is also bitter into the kitchen, under the knife jagged case on the vegetables.
It is difficult to be exquisite on the stove, and the stomach is empty and sighs and accumulates poetry books.
The coarse dishes are casual, and the turbid wine is also easy to add a cup.
If you don't know how to govern the country, you regret that you have no learning to take charge of the beginning.
City
The beauty of the Qionghua is not solved, and the crab leaf has been about to dance.
The clouds are dotted with dreams and sleep in Qingpu, and the snow is connected to the blue waves.
It is difficult to stay in the cold and relocate the geese, and the autumn reeds live up to the old times.
But with the wild nature of old age, the arrogant white head lightly defeated the lotus.
Lugou Bridge
The sound of gunfire was in his ears, and the bridge head read the last chapter with tears.
The Great Wall is angry from now on, and the broken sword sharpens the blade and no longer has mercy.
The sick wood wind and the water were cold, and the blood of the mourning soldiers was boiling and burning.
The lion finally woke up the lion roaring, and saw that my golden urn was not strong.
Man Jiang Hong, I am the flag bearer
Indignation is hard to reconcile, filling the ground, and looking like blood. Due to the chaos in Hong Kong, the national flag was humiliated, and the retrograde legacy. Dogs are ignorant and bark, and donkeys have tricks. Look at the soul of the country, dye the flag red with blood, can it be broken? Flag bearer, I am in the column; the qinglin, there is no shortage of them. Ask Yao Jiang Yu Dian, how can it be broken. Since the ancient Anbang who can be insulted, the traitor has never been destroyed. Repay the loyalty, 1.4 billion people's hearts, as strong as iron!
Man Jiang Hong Tai Xing Ode
Wei Yi Cui Wei, the heavens are amazing, the clouds are low and the valley is low. By looking, the forest is endless, and the mountains are even ambushed. Cut off the galaxy for thirty thousand miles, and block the return of the sun to a thousand spokes. Yang Zhi Xi, Jin Luo Yu Mountain Soul, Majestic. The enemy is pressing, and the country is humiliated. Wolves are abused, and soldiers and civilians are chased. Long tasseled Prancing Horse, too blind. The war of resistance and hatred tend to rain bullets, and sacrifice their lives to meet the morning sun. Looking at this dynasty, the blood stained the party flag red, and the monument stood.
Water tune song head Qingxu Thousand Buddha Cave
Looking at the North Mountain Cave, the Buddha Country is hidden in the clouds. Ask who dug the cliff wall, and trace the treasures of the late Tang Dynasty. The annual rotation of the grass flow, the mottled wear and tear in a few places, and the moss wall recognizes smoke marks. There are stones or zhiyi, and enlightenment is in the Zen Gate. Ingenuity, craftsmanship, and god. All kinds of Fa-rectifications, exquisite remnants of life. The remnants of Zeng Ming's sad memories, pale and drifting to the pieces, silent to Gao Min. And Xixia Tianhuan, seeing the Buddha's light again.
Note: According to the townspeople, many of the stone statues of the Thousand Buddha Caves were stolen by Japanese merchants.
A thousand poems
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