About the Author
Wu Shaozhong, born in 1964, a native of Liling City, Zhuzhou City, Hunan Province, is a professional doctor who loves Gelug poetry. He is a member of Zhuzhou Writers Association and Zhuzhou Poets.
A selection of poems
Water
The water went leisurely, and the Immortal Mountain condensed and green.
What is the meaning of life, a smile to see the clouds return.
Listen to the piano
Under the western window in the middle of the day, listen to the piano cover the wine cup.
Plum blossoms are only two trees, both pay the old mountain man.
Red beans
A grain of acacia, red like blood.
Hold it in the bright moon and plant it towards the white clouds.
Dream of new dew, linfeng reminiscence of the old years.
Where the flute is in the isolated village, blowing all over the mountain smoke.
Stuffed with reminiscences of the dream imitation red bean song
Pity a bean red, ten years of wish to become empty.
Turbid wine chat for drunkenness, Kane Nai unpacked.
The branches were still falling, and they were in a hurry.
Borrow the cool autumn flute and blow the purple plug wind.
Autumn Gurudwara "Three Holes"
Jiumu Qingyun Road, now Zhan Que Li Lou.
The sky is high and easy to be timid, and the Bai Cui Hall is still quiet.
Three offerings of mashed wine, strings and songs from five continents.
Grace is also far away, and praises the apricot altar autumn together.
Drunk to see the smoke
Xinglai took a drunken look at the smoke, and the willow cloud mountain was not flowered.
Borrow the long wind to soothe my sleeves, and let him make the lute with iron plates.
Gangchon visits the old
He also visited jiangcun ridge to pick new shoots, and Ai Xiangyu remembered to pick new shoots.
The stream and mountains did not change the way they were then, accompanied by my spring breeze and moonlight.
In the middle of the rain, the Maple Creek Valley
By his plain white and crimson red, the layman has no intention of painting and does not work.
Stay in Songyun to stay with cranes, and one stream maple in the autumn.
Smoke Village
A stream of flowers and rain love smoke village, the temple hidden cloud peak is not two doors.
Laugh at picking new tea with the test fire, idle willow outside the words cool and warm.
Read the whole "Nine Eyes Bridge in a Hurry"
Shu Shan looked back at the white clouds and a pot of Wine.
Don't ask about the smoke and rain on the building, and the moonlight shines on the city.
Gengzi River City
Cloud horizontal Chu tent day long lonely, moon shines Qingjiang crane to nothing?
The old fortress Meiying was silent, and the spring breeze still caressed the Qu.
River Castle cherry blossoms
The Crane Dance Fairy is fascinated, and the river city is locked in the spring bank.
100,000 people dressed in liver and gallbladder, tears wet cherry blossoms how many trees low?
Tour Taiping Mountain Temple
Shuangjiang laxative jade around ping mountain, Wu Chu east and west a temple.
The wind sent Zen bells outside the spring tree, and the smoke village was still twilight several times.
Jiangting
After the spring red, the willows are deep green, and a water flows west through the evening pavilion.
Birds and frogs sing like frogs, and smoke clouds have also been.
Lotus Pond Dream Recall
Shan Weng bought drunk a few times, and Dream Crazy sang the moon ship.
I remembered the two cranes in the lotus pond, and the eye waves crossed to the edge of the white clouds.
Send a friend
A smoke and a wind, a song to drink drunken spring red.
The Qingjiang River flows for ten miles, and the moonrise west mountain guests go east.
Kasuga River Bridge
Smoke and rain with the spring to take advantage of the evening tide, ShengFang Pavilion outside a branch of jiao.
Sail to Wu Chu liu qingbi, not the old river sound bouldering bridge.
February 18th Gift
The door is separated by a new tree in Peach Creek, and the old dust on the wall of the dragon and snake.
Dongjun did not live up to the flowers before the guests, and saw that xia was full of lingchun.
Listen to the grunts
After three years of working, I sewed myself, and tonight the worm groaned to the moon.
The moonlit groan was not tired of hearing it, and the mother said that it was a clear tone.
To the wine
Holding autumn flowers into my intestines, I want to send someone to listen to the geese a few lines.
The wine is also gentle and far away, and a pot of wine is like frost to the moon.
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Pity autumn thin shadow sent the west wind, hedge moon call to illuminate the wine red.
But with the frost and fragrance in hand, who remembers planting flowers?
Autumn Clouds (II)
The Immortal Langyuan is also cultivated, and when the gui is cut, it is born and falls into the clouds.
A gust of wind swirled and scattered, and the sky swept through the flock of white sheep.
Looking at autumn lake early boat
Autumn cold broke the frost, And Lu Xue Danlin looked back.
The bottom of the creek lake sinks in the moon, and the pine smoke blows through the chrysanthemum table.
Umbrella
Like a lotus cover can hold up the sky, the wind and rain are in the past years.
After the return of my mother,000,those who always dreamed of the lotus in the late night.
Autumn send friends to Shu
The long road to Xichuan Road is uneven, and the cool autumn horse is light.
Never folding willow sentimentality, this time the song is better than the throat.
Refreshed again, the floating clouds are still old.
Where the husband has no good rhyme, he refers to the spring breeze and green Jincheng.
Read the chairman's words again to give the autumn
Baiyun looks deep into the Autumn of the Chu River, and the Orange Island of the XiangJiang River.
A chant came and went, and a thousand sails sailed past the Yanqi Building.
Hongqiao fireworks maple forest evening, rice wave frog sound and shadowy.
Yue Lu bell rang a few frosts, urging jun to make a juvenile tour.
Dian Nan Society
By whoever grinds the sword and tiger hill, a hundred years have passed away.
Nanshe soared with heroism, and the West sang the black slave song.
Articles to save the world are less, and there should be more righteousness from justice.
The wine is offered to the flowers as a foundation, and the clouds and geese have been shadowed several times.
Spring thoughts after the rain
Yu Ji Yunfeng was only exhibited, and the dream of Red Shu Butterfly was still lost. Spring gushing green lake sails a few points, across the shore people's dishes a few. The small bridge divides into Bixi. Mo loves the dust in the cup, and listens to the morning chicken outside the ridge. Take advantage of the xing man to chant three or two sentences, and then step on the mud in the coming day. Fishing for the Bright Moon Causeway.
Nangoko Early Autumn Mountain Township Chronicle Late
Rainy and cool days. Kasumiyama Village is full of green rivers. Where the cranes come and go, they can't swing. A few poems are in front of you. The wind rises to see the red lotus. A Tingting flower hangs in her dream. Inch hometown autumn night moon, JuanJuan. Frog drums and incense with drunken sleep.
Sauvignon Blanc
Geese fly, leaves fly. In the autumn, Jiangnan will also return. The West Mountain is slightly green. Moon frown, Xu frown. Lazy to pile up dust and smoke on the heart. Windward fool again.
Frost Dawn Horn Winter Cloth Festival Dream Chant
Frost autumn twilight rain. Drops but cold clothes. The wind crossed the reed bank again, and the gulls sounded faintly and thought about a thousand wisps. Year by year more dream travel. Remember the family mountain grass trees, when the moon embraces. Guizi falls and incense is promised.
Guidian Autumn New Gui Wine
New cinnamon wine, late autumn frost. A glass of wine has been drunk. Before the wind jade dew and cloud species, bamboo flute who blows pieces of moon cool.
Broken Line, Twilight Autumn Groan
Yandang River head reed snow, lotus residue willow outside the autumn wave. It was the night after the frost day, and the Yunling Creek Bridge whistled. Is The Moon Still Here? The leaves fell a dusty color, and the poem knocked on a few songs. Years and years are easy to polish, and Qi Dream does not hinder self-washing. Wait for idle gray hair more.
Bu Operator Autumn Farmer
The bird let out a cry of autumn. Smoke and water around the island. Home in Nagati Namian Village, the door to fragrant flowers and rice. Get up early in the morning to hoe the garden, and pick yellow oranges in the afternoon. After the Qingjiang duck is released, who does Mingyue invite to fish?
Autumn Song of the Phoenix on the River
Jiang Tianshu, West Wind Crossing. I greeted the gulls and birds frequently. Head flying snow, song thousand stacks. The water clouds came, so clear. Delight, delight, delight. Autumn tree rain, drops still live. A few times people stood in front of the door. Eaves edge moon, self-rounding lack. Now the dream, who married then? Cut, cut, cut.
Magnolia Ling Qiusi
Pick up a wisp of chrysanthemum incense, and stream the bi bridge head chant evening pool. The wind is blowing, the moon is lingering, and I want to send su xin who speaks together. Travel dreams are old with autumn light. Tonight Sun Hung returns early. Xi Shan reminisced about the old times, and I thought to myself.
A cut of Mei Qiuxing
Autumn moon and autumn flowers bloom independently. Fang Yun Dong Hedge, Sunset Light Takaoka. A few clear whistles accompanied feihong, also returning to the ship, also in the west window. Bring the wine to autumn to the heart of the rising. The mountains and rivers are haunting, and they all reflect the light of the sun. Xi Yunxiao watched the evening listening to the clams, drunk Dan Feng, and stained with light frost.
Bodhisattva Man QiuXin
Autumn hearts are as clear as the moon. I pity Qiu Shui He Chengche. Who gets a stick and has to listen to twilight? Give the king Tao Lingju and read the poems. Dan dye ridge front maple, Qi Xia is more heavy!
Su Musha Autumn Look
Mulan boat, river crossing willow. Evening illumination, all pay the fisherman. Pick up Kiyoshi to reward old friends. The sound of gulls on all sides, Vulture greeted each other for a long time. Last year's Hong, is it now? A whistle of wind comes, and the moon goes up the East Pass. How many acres of flowers are left in autumn? And pour out the wine in the glass before the incense.
Little Heavy Mountain, Winter Night Flute
Frost dew condensed cold flying flute sound. Read who is thousands of miles away, dai mei qing. Red plum Yingxue was in love. Just like that, a song through the chest. There is a moonlit lonely city. And looking for poetry and wine, Mu Wanting. A few times the wind and rain for a new listen. Mo looked back, looked back on the past.
Reminiscence of Qin'e Yuemei poetry
Creek head month. Leaning on the wind to listen to the blue into the clear. Clear. The autumn clouds have just passed, and the winter snow has passed. Yingying waited for Mei to knot. One branch pays for intestinal heat. Intestinal heat. Incense soul who wrote, exquisite three folds.
Nian Nu Jiao Qiu Hu Occasional Mail
The forest is illuminated, the lakes and mountains are picturesque, and the wind and waves are smokey. The floating clouds of Yulei are the last thing, and they do not change the bright moon of Qin Shi. Chu Bo's worried poems, Fan Gonglefu, a majestic as iron! A thousand years have passed, and I still remember the madman. Nostalgic empty to oblique sun. Sons and daughters of the world, how many real heroes? Le Shi Gong Gao whip shadow in, shooting tigers and slaying dragons during the season. Invite songs after drinking, plant trees in the fields, and exchange my Pingrong strategy! Leisure to play, the sound of golden heartbreak.
Manjiang Hong Qiuxing
Qi Shuang Jiangnan, Guanhe Geng, fluttering a leaf. Pay for drinking, play the flute in the dangerous building, dream across Wu Yue. The world is full of ups and downs, and the millennium alone allows Qin Huaiyue. Cold eyes, white water and smoke, for whom? Ordinary life hates, the end of the world is wide, the ambition is generous, and the song is clear. Regarding the old couples at that time, they all became wise men. The flowing water and flowers were originally intentional, and the spring warbler character geese finally met. Autumn is high, listen to the purple plug wind, chill and rest.
Water tune song head Jinggangshan
Jiumu Longpandi, now On Jinggang Mountain. Blood and fire were barriers, and there were many victories. Earth cannon steel knife bird reaming, black hands naked tiger guts, fighting dare to hoe rape! Pack up the golden urn, and the red sun shines on the xiongguan. The wind and clouds have passed, the dust has darkened, and the new face has changed. Driving a thousand miles a day, dangerous passes and other leisure. Laughing at the Yellow Ocean Xia mist, drunkenly appreciating the stars and moons of Pinghu Lake, Sheng Zhao's death! Only thinking of the same realm, but also to climb hard.
Note: The black hand refers to the workers and peasants, and the "Peasant Song" "Rough Black Palm Big Seal" is also.
A thousand poems
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