About the Author
Zeng Guangxiong, pen name Bi Feng, born on October 10, 1967, a native of Yangjiang City, Guangdong Province, is a senior engineer and a national registered surveyor. Amateur love Gelu poetry creation, advocate writing the heart with poetry, pay attention to people's livelihood with poetry, and are members of the Yangjiang Poetry Association and the Bamboo Rhyme Chinese Poetry Association, and his works are scattered in the micro-journals of various poetry platforms.
A selection of poems
Passers-by
Half a life of running dreams, life is short and sad.
Even if it is like a meteor passing by, it also draws light on the sky.
My poetic life
The fountain of poetry in the heart has never dried up, and the chanting is not a famous fisherman.
The people are as hard as they are, and they are willing to drum and cry for the heavens.
farewell
That day, he resigned at Watanabe, facing Yi's back and facing him.
Clearly a few drops of tears, wet heart socket dozens of autumn.
It's in the rain
Cloud lock spring mountain fog cage river, wind oblique rain fine bridge side.
Whoever sends people away again only sows nostalgia and does not farm.
Qingming Sacrifice Father
Holding flowers in his hands and pouring tears and rain, he will never be able to cross the bridge.
Although the barren mound is three feet, it is a landmark in the heart.
That umbrella flower
That resignation was on the platform, and the Iraqi people held up their umbrellas and wept.
Unforgettable hometown Xiao Xiao rain, a pavilion for me to open.
Persuade the cicadas
Climbing up the tall branches triumphantly, what is the noise of the day?
Advise jun to sing more of the main melody, so as not to make a mistake in his journey.
Invitation to dance
Yan thin ring fat each beautiful posture, Wang Sun Gongzi less reserved.
The neon dance to the country and mountains change, and there is no end to the wind.
Yong Moss
There is no root, no fruit, no spring, and the tide is still yin.
I envy the flowers and reds, but with the green spirit.
The mother called back to the hometown to pick vegetables
The elderly Xuan relatives do not enter the city, and several dry lands are finely managed.
Knowing that vegetables are cheaper than fuel, every time I go back to the village, I am full of affection.
Wing Red Maple
The cold wind is slightly withering everywhere, and the autumn mountains are covered with red tides.
After drinking the thick frost, the feeling was even more fierce, and Fenglin was drunk and burned to the sky.
Around winter
The song that was popular in the early years seemed to be tearful at first glance.
The wind and rain in other places are selling life, and the old house is troubled and troubled.
The money bag is poured out a hundred times, and the dream is a thousand rivers away.
Now it has been closed in recent years, and the hand caresses the face and sighs.
Poetry wine overwinters
Gengzi will be away from the steps, and the cold tide will follow Xiao Sen.
Poetry pity the plague god disturbance, wine sigh low-end dilemma is coming.
The words in the pen are poor because they are wrapped up, and the cup is full of love and not discouraged.
Ping Ping is in line with the law of people's livelihood, and does not wait for Mei Kai to vibrate.
Sigh years
The moon shadow in the water mirror flowers, thirty loads floating in the sinking waves crawling.
The tracks are almost like laymen, and the name of the work is just like the sand between the fingers.
I don't see meat and vegetarian food when I drink alcohol, and it is difficult to kiss my father and mother when I wake up.
Chopped years where to find, frost marks snow sideburns rain wind oblique.
Vegetable farmer's tricycle
The iron frame cloth canopy has three wheels, passing through the village through the alley and swallowing wind and dust.
Four more full of stars and moons, several mouths are difficult to leave the summer and spring.
When the city management drives the stalls, the stalls can be hidden, and the neighbors like to be fresh.
Hugh suspects that there is no high match in the car, and he also sits in the farmhouse to chase dreams.
a doctor's word
The cold window is bitter for the hanging pot, and the good recipe is learned to drive away all diseases.
Life and death are at stake in the ministry of duty, and retrograde is not afraid of danger and loneliness.
The people outside the auditorium are separated, and there are no distractions at the operating table.
Mo complains that the apricot forest is difficult to be good, and there are rivers and lakes where there is utilitarianism.
A small bridge in the hometown
Bixi slowly passes through the small village, and the stone arch is like a rainbow mill.
Yi supported the bamboo horse by the bridge, and I drifted the city to chase Nanke.
With the column once promised three lives together, the mirror should be two sideburns.
Even with a thousand beams paving the water, Ah Juan was across the river from me.
The choice is helpless
The cold door is running from dream to dream, and the world's road is difficult to grind the footboard.
Choosing a career to know deep and shallow, making friends without arguing about horses and mules.
Shaohua is like a river of water, and the beauty is like a cloud under the eyes.
Life is full of forks, the future can be asked navigation?
Title Lao Tzu out of the customs
The Tao can be passed on, and the blue cow purple vaporizes dust and smoke.
Yin and yang complement each other' divine tools, and misfortunes and blessings depend on each other in the present and the ancient.
The water swallows the sun and the moon without controversy, and people want to destroy the mulberry fields.
Letter guan one thousand years apart, brute force He zeng victory over nature.
Titled Sea Lookout Stone
He Fangyu stood on the top of the rock, facing the sky and looking through the eyes.
Summer grass and spring flowers make up green buns, and severe frost and cold snow cover soft shoulders.
The gushing waves wrapped the tears of the mountains, and the wind played the ancient strings.
Whoever keeps the original heart can have mercy, and the stars and moon candles shine sleeplessly.
Visits to offshore wind farms are memorable
Catch the light car early to change the fast boat, and face the wind and waves to avoid dust and smoke.
Overlooking the mountains like Dai, the long arms of the vibrating arm chanted the water to the sky.
The tower crane soars in the sky, and the turbine transmits electricity to the white cloud side.
The sunset is dyed bright, and the deep blue is not yet finished.
A thousand poems
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