Liu Desheng, Zhonghai Yue in the chest, is from Xiong'an, Hebei. PetroChina employee, formerly engaged in secretarial propaganda work, has published dozens of prose novels. After retirement, he learned poetry, and poetry competitions occasionally won awards.
◆Selected poems◆
Du Niang
If you encounter a lot of thoughts in life, you want to solve the mystery and find a lady.
Patrol the mountains and explore the winding paths through the fog, ride the wind and waves to understand the ocean.
Steal the three points under the moon and put in a piece of incense before the flowers.
Searching the space but not seeing: the happy film time of the year.
The stone mill in the former courtyard of Xibaipo
The old qiankun was crushed in the past, and today it is found to see the first traces.
Embellished with jade locust flowers, piled up with green and cypress-colored gas doors.
A bright moon breeze, full of yellow mud simple soul.
Mo Xiao usually stone objects, Qianqiu Building laid the foundation roots.
Drinking the wine of the royal palace recalls the ancient kingdom of Zhongshan
The sun and moon deep palace began to brew, and the drink came to refresh the whole world.
The west mountain is warm and the snow is warm, and the south is light in spring.
Green ants floating and sinking were intentional. Red dust rises and falls but is silent.
Two thousand three hundred years of events, but to the cup to solve this situation.
Returned to the old and did not enter
The old trees of the slanting sun surround the cooking smoke, and the dream family village comes to the eyes.
The yellow mud under the feet has been experienced, and the purple swallow in the clouds is fisted.
A nostalgic memory of the past flowers fly down, three steps of the door moon is not round.
The neighbors of the past were hospitable, and it was difficult to go back to that year.
Vernacular writer
I love the hot kang nest of the farmhouse, and sit in front of the lamp to share the smoke pot.
Friends are mostly countrymen, and they are black-faced women.
The pen smells of earth in the field, and the dream flows to the Mulberry Mother River.
After experiencing the storms and clouds, it is like singing the song of righteousness in the world.
recently
Recently, the current situation is enough to be alarming, and the epidemic of warm epidemics is at home.
Wenyuan filler word liter moderator, kitchen stir-fry fat SunWa.
Often open the TV to catch up with new dramas, and stand on the balcony for a long time to watch the sunset.
Just a little hatred in my heart, spring is full of mountain flowers.
Old Beijing
Red wall biwa mango vine, locust old bud new embellished jade more.
The ringing of the alley bell is still remembered, and the iron mark of the door nail has been worn.
The vicissitudes string up the central axis, and the splendid embroidery spreads out the Yongding River.
Success or failure rises and falls in state affairs, long street beckons to ask the brother.
Wen Lang Fang set the moon season for the city flowers to gladly make gifts
Disdain for fame and grass, the streets and alleys are lush.
Shake off the three winter snows, hold hands to welcome the four monsoons.
The shadows are different, and the wisps of light fragrance are the same.
In the previous life, there was a reply letter about the spring, and the month was red as expected.
Mountain residence
Near the window is a roll of Fuchun Mountain, half into the Toad Palace and half of the river.
Take a white cloud to buy shares, bottle the air can be sold money.
People know the forest flower dock, mechanical cultivation of the underwater sky.
In the past, farmers and farmers are now gods and immortals who dream of the land.
There is a problem with the withdrawal of a certain country from a human rights organization
In those days, the big sticks were scattered all over the place, and today's outliers have a reason.
Politicians sell fake drugs in front of the stage, and fools worship the true god under the knife.
The beginning of freedom should belong to me, and democracy will let people when.
If the living beings are not compatible, the clouds and bullets will fall one after another.
take off? Don't take off?
Want to ask the European skirt can not take off, the feelings of a little Mo Xiu said.
Sad to kill the old friend Ying Xian brother, happy bad alliance American big brother.
Where to go in the past, what is the turning of the face in the present!
How unpredictable have been the current events lately, but the Western Mountains are getting thinner and thinner?
Prohibition
The long sad table legs are tasteless, and the dragon liver is not found.
The heron's feet contain incense and wine, and the snakeskin has a grudge against Zhang Qin.
Even if the nine turns of the intestines, how to resist a bird's sound.
Today's cheers are strictly forbidden, and only sorrow is killing.
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
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