There is a kind of person called a country sage (group poem)
Daoyuan College
The history that has survived through the ages is particularly striking
Not to mention coming from afar
No one doubts the truth of existence
Attempts to invade, possess, subvert
Long roads, dangerous roads, deep forests, often missed
The mountains are green, the rivers are quiet, and the house is quiet, which makes people feel at ease
Someone came thousands of miles away, and I only needed half an hour
The yard is what I like and love to walk barefoot
Thin stones, arranged in the shape of gossip
Verdant moss, scattered on the walls and lintels
The loft is also cute, leaning against the window and looking at it
Most of the calligraphy of The League comes from famous artists
Highlight the wealth, vision and mind of the College
I do not inquire about the origins of the original owners and the reasons for their migration
Has been silently concerned about the current owner's situation
The same age as me, it turned out to be a mason
Then became a big boss and was very nice
Every step is in tune with the times
Accomplished something, belongs to the winner of life
I don't ask how the seasons change
And how to control, restore, and reproduce life
I like to walk around the academy and sit under the tree
Watch the pond fishing, vegetables wielding knives, and enjoy it
In the light of the sun, the curved path goes far away
Look at the house under the forest, the wall under the house, the writing on the wall
Traces and blanks between the lines
In the Doctor's Village, greetings to the Doctors
Start in a lonely, nameless corner
Walk into the depths of the winding years
Lonely, hard, cold
Vague, disappointed, struggling
Fall one at a time, get up one at a time
Heart-wrenching, gray hair
The moon is desolate, and it goes alone
Dr. Village, out of 108 Ph.D
Same as the good man of Liangshan
How many stories, how many blood and tears
The vanity of the world, the expectations of parents, wives and children
The helplessness of the laboratory, the thrill of the top of the mountain
The needs of society, the value and meaning of existence
The aura is left to outsiders, and the heartache is left to oneself
Calmly and persistently delve deeper into the landscape
The taste of the doctor is known only to the insiders
On the second day of the first month of February, the dragon looked up
Walk in the fields of Dr. Village
A force that dispels the frost of early spring fog
A ray of sunshine that illuminates the dream
Yanghua College
There is a corner of the house looking up at the starry sky
There is a stone block carrying the world
There is an old mansion that hangs on to the stomach
There is an ancient well open in the heart field
There is a time when roots and souls grow
There is a place where flowers fly all year round
There are some trees that survive for millennia
There is a kind of person called a country sage
Social animals
The depth of one's heart
It's just a river in blue ink
The height of a person's heart
It's just a scar from when it's deserted
The warmth of a person's heart
It's just a gushing spring of charcoal in the snow
A person's demeanor outside
It's just a fallen leaf in an autumn frost
The brightness of a person's outside world
It's just a lone lamp in the bitter wind and rain
The intensity of one's outside world
It's just a toss-and-turn of boundless darkness
The length of a person's life
It's just a drop in the ocean
The breadth of a person's life
It's just a ripple of a finger
A person's temperament for a lifetime
It's just a wave of thoughts
Gurudwara Mausoleum
Two years later, the Dao Bone Fairy Wind began to reveal
Cypress trees grow in front of the grave
With the taste of Wufu Linmen
Dewdrops stand out from the white mist of the night
Hear some ancient sounds, such as footsteps
While sipping a low drink, I looked at the stars
Once upon a time, parents gave their sons a home
Today, the son gives his parents a new house
Today's effect, tomorrow's cause
The earth of Ascension Ridge nourishes the ordinary of God
The bells of Jiufeng Temple are rippling in the moment
A short and long life
For the New Year, put a few Liuyang fireworks
Give streets, fences, street lights, give wings
Stars, dirt, trees and grass, give time
Bodhisattvas, souls, dreams, to themselves
Distant ancestors and unpredictable descendants
Tea cleansing is greasy, harsh, and lies
The wine was drenched in wet blocks, rocks, and frost
Fire ignites blood and lights up the night sky
It is nothing more than a homecoming, wind and rain
It's nothing more than sleepless nights, laughter, or tears
Three hundred and sixty-five days and nights
With such sounds, lights, colors
How old, how young
A window shines on the lonely shadow and the cold wind
A door opened in silence
A group of strangers came over
The mountains and rivers slept and woke up
The road slept with footprints awake
The building was awake from sleep time
Wine slept and woke up
The night sky slept with gunpowder awake
Khan Qing slept in the spring and woke up
Xu Baijing is a member of hunan writers association. His works have appeared in newspapers and periodicals such as People's Daily, Southern Weekend, Hunan Daily, Yalu River, Zhejiang Poets, Tianjin Poets, etc., and have been selected into a variety of poetry anthologies. There are works such as "A Liuyang Man's Dream", which has occasionally been reprinted, commented on, and occasionally won awards.