About the Author
Wang Jianwen, a native of Jijing, is a member of the Shijiazhuang Poetry Association. His works have been published in newspapers and periodicals inside and outside the province such as "Chinese Poetry", "Selected Poems", "Jiangxi Scattered Songs", "Poetry Newspaper", "Yanzhao Evening News" and so on. And there are works included in the "Poetry Book Estuary Ink Run Locust Incense" series of books.
Selected poems
Listen to Autumn
The geese start to fly south, and the autumn sound goes to the wild pond.
Full of words to leave heavy ink, intentionally decorated with new yellow.
Lotus gold wind thin, wide embankment sunset incense.
There are always beautiful scenery, still climate frost.
Wild tours
Limp out of the morning sun, mountain flowers greet me fragrant.
Yellow warblers cry wild temple, green willows around the desert pond.
This goes to the dark of a thousand peaks, and should be treasured and hidden.
The peace of mind follows the path, and Gaode has a return.
Village residence
One night the golden wind rises, and the autumn sound is wild.
The valley yellow turns the waves, and the cotton white cleanses the clouds.
The morning rooster dawns, and the late sunset kaoru returns.
The years are fruitful, and Weng Mi is Yin Yin.
Gengzi Mid-Autumn Festival
Looking at the countryside for a long time, hua lanterns do not know Weng.
Ten years of life and death, two sideburns black and gray madness.
Haoyue was cold before, and Qinghui guarded the old cage.
Leave people like me, and the autumn wind will stand elsewhere.
Winter Clothing Festival
Xiao Xiao attacked xinhuang overnight, and could not bear to fall into peace.
Who knows the epidemic area wanderer tears, mother and father cold to wait for clothes.
On the way to the morning shift
Day and day slip for no reason, root because of the investigation of self-deprecation.
The waterwheel is cold and high-energy, causing the head to rise up.
Donkey Ridge Iron Bridge
Peach blossom enclosure shebai mountain green, mianshui bridge rest pavilion.
It is not easy to realize the dream, and the bullet marks are left in the past.
Hanging snowflake mountain anti-Japanese battlefield site
One
Everywhere there is iron hoof, wolf smoke is fighting the end of the world.
The grief-stricken roared out of Qin Tone, and the Seventeenth Division flag planted snowflakes.
Two
The military struggle for hegemony over the country's poverty has left the eyes of the slave thieves empty.)
Kill the Three Qins he is afraid, Erlang is not afraid of snowflakes.
Rain in the middle of nowhere
The new picture is densely woven with oblique silk, and the neon shadow is not alone.
I didn't remember the poor man asking for Fuda, and the car gave me a random flying bead.
The rain washes the dust mirror surface is new, and the headlights are colorful and dazzling.
The reflection dazzled the eyes of pedestrians, suspected to be people in the Crystal Palace.
Send winter clothes
The Winter Clothing Festival is cold and mournful, and the Mountain is late to return.
The weeds withered and withered in chaos, and the old things were in full swing.
The old things are mourning in the old days, and the cold clothes send warmth and filial piety.
The flower consolation festival also looked back, and did not know that the door of the village could be opened.
Twenty-nine nights in September
Cold flowed into the house looking forward to the new morning, back to the dream of late night tear wipes.
Where is the zi li, Long Shan sleeps peacefully with his mother.
Listen to the rain
The next day, winter and autumn, entangled whispers appealed to the heart.
The heavens are also lovers and children, and they cannot bear to separate and shed tears.
Autumn nights
The night outside Xiao Xiao's window was cold, and the discarded poems were dripping long.
Qi Meng does not chase the wind and rain, but relies on the chrysanthemum pillow to accompany the incense.
Autumn ploughing
Deeply turning hope is to plough in the autumn, sowing into a furrow cloth Xingming.
Wait for the spring breeze to come strangely, so that you can read zhengrong from green.
In the late autumn, the moon and the season open
Before the court, I saw Tu Xinfang again, and the cold current of the great wild was yellow.
A chu heart to the old, Yu Bud competition to comfort the autumn sun.
Mid-Autumn Festival
The beauty hurt the snowflake day, and the time was a full decade.
If the days can pass in the head, the crystal cup will be full of moon.
Commemorate the 122nd anniversary of Liu Xiandi's martyrdom
The whole country sinks into self-decline, and when the strong revolution wakes up, it mourns.
Although the imperial power bears bright red blood, it has thousands of heroes and heroes.
Over the seamounts
The empty valley is deep and deep into the dangerous peaks, and the floating light is a maple red.
This time, I love the western mountain color alone, and I refuse to do it.
Fix the reverie
Sitting in the shade of the trees for a long time, the thoughts are deep, and the rivers and mountains have changed hands and downs.
Solid guan is not solid is not a crime, and the halberd is the people's heart and road to seek.
Rain gurudwara hanging on cloud mountain
The light rain drenched the pine, and the eyes traveled to the four wilds.
This mountain places hero six, who dares to be the main peak.
Read Autumn
Open the huge book to read the Huazhang, the words contain gold in the line hidden.
People enter the maple forest, and the song flutters and the big wild birds fly.
After work, the three agricultural music is done, and the house is dried to harvest grain incense.
It is really not easy to realize the dream, and the border guards will protect the kangzhuang.
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