【Poetry Characters】
Contemporary Poet Wing Winter Season 3
Cao Guoxiang Volume
About the Author
Cao Guoxiang, born in 1962, is a native of Yueyang, Hunan. Doctor of Medicine, working in Union Hospital Affiliated to Tongji Medical College of Huazhong University of Science and Technology, engaged in clinical nuclear medicine. Hobby classical poetry.
Sipping tea
The tea is white and the aroma is new.
The leaves of the five three clouds recall last spring.
Watch the plums after the snow
Plums bloom early, and can be held in the cold.
Even though the snow fell, Xin did not miss the spring time.
Hui lan
Lu Jie is cool, why not stain the dust.
It is often washed by rain and perfumed throughout the spring.
There is a smell under the forest
The wind flips the leaves like a cold sound, often accompanied by the sound of wild birds in the empty forest.
Why should you say positive and negative words in your ears, and listen to the natural sounds of self-pleasure.
Cold rainy nights
The wind knocking on the window sent a cold sound, and the old leaves and empty branches of the birds did not chirp.
Even though the rain hangs down thousands of lines, reading is still a light.
Hagi sea kite
Jiangzhou Hagi is old and vast, and the water is long and long.
There is no heron shadow on the side of the oblique sun, and the paper kites hang obliquely in two or three rows.
Mei Yi
The severe winter of the staff also goes out, and it is not closed to the bright moon and dusk.
Holding the lamp also shines on the plum branches, to look for frost and snow marks before spring.
Camphor tree chanting
Not afraid of the winter cold green umbrella open, the old skin cracked half-raw moss.
The wind is like a willow on the edge of the embankment, and the iron bone is a large material.
Plum garden pick-up
The years before spring are cold, and the red sun is hanging on the fire.
Even if the forest has no new green leaves, the plum branches are colorful and shoulder clouds.
Evening view of Harukawa-kaku
Looking for poetry Hanyang Bank, dengge Yu Palace side.
The rocks are broken on the river, and the dangerous bridge is hanging across the sun.
The mountain passes through the Wu Gorge rains, and the water floods the cave with smoke.
How many emotions are difficult, life is only a hundred years.
There is a groan in the early winter of the ugly
Midnight wind and rain, pushing the window dream and frightened.
The clouds rise towards the clouds, and there is the sound of birds floating from time to time.
Autumn and winter, depression and grass.
Streamers urge me to grow old, and I am afraid of snow management.
A small view of the tower of Jiangcheng in winter
Poetry is often found, and every level is new.
Yubi clouds floating geese, flowers and sunshine.
The piles of pitiful leaves are full, sweeping the floor and reading the branches poor.
Wait for the harsh winter to go, the spring breeze is green.
Winter fog line
Fine fog promotes red leaves, and the morning sun forces the green light.
The forest is empty and the birds are singing, and the city is cold and fragrant.
Afraid of the rain peeping flowers old, because the sun sees the birds flying.
So far the boat is tied to the shore, who is with Chunhui?
A sentence in a dream
Dreams are not closed pillows, heartbreak but pity.
Often today's Tai, every time I think of the past, I am poor.
The years are old, and the pine tree is new.
The wind and cold go to the geese, and the dashing hope for spring.
Send friends in winter
The winter month arrives as scheduled, and the wax plums begin to bloom.
Old pines in the garden, skinny berries and mosses under the forest.
The flying reeds are white, and the hanging branches and leaves are fluttering.
Sending guests back this morning, I hope to bring spring.
Night watching by the river
The water of the Wuxia Gorge is covered with fog.
The sky is full of stars, and the moon is full of cups in the heart.
Known frost carved willow, but also hate snow sculpture plum.
Sitting in the breeze at night, there is no Tao Ling to accompany.
Denggu Dabie Mountain has a heart
Where Parrot Island is, it is unclear today.
The Yangtze River flows day and night, and the wild shores are moving and chirping.
Every time You heng dies, the empty Huang Zusheng is born.
Leisurely and long,000 moonlights.
Sent on cold days
Frost invaded the yellow leaf road, and the road connected to the blue wave pool.
Looking up at the cold clouds, the sun was shining.
You may as well have no other hatred and dare to hope for a return date.
In the dream plum mangrove tree, birds sing north and south branches.
West Garden La merlin
Walking into the forest at noon, the warblers speak from each other.
The fragrance lingers on the stone seat, and the lang ri caresses the shoulders.
The staff is three or five, and the love road is eight thousand.
Laugh and talk about reminiscences, but also talk about distant mountain smoke.
Magnolia Lake Farmhouse
Come and taste buckwheat wine and sit and watch the Winter Lake.
Cold and barren grass, the road is connected to the distant city.
Although I saw the remnants of the reed bank, I was still confused about the wild water.
Good friends are not shallow, drunk three pots.
There is a chant at noon
The winter solstice is sunny, and the sky blue and yellow leaves are deleted.
A lake of clear water is thin, and the shores are redwood spots.
People are lazy in the sun, and birds are more idle.
Guests sit under the forest, poetically full of Nanshan.
Winter idle has to send
Frost sinks outside the building, water tray sun side clouds.
There is no need to doubt the cold color, why should it be on the sunset.
Yuanming idle planting chrysanthemums, Jade Bureau fine Geng Wen.
The turbid wine is very present, and the small window is still waiting for the king.
Years of cold rain river city
Outside the drizzle and cold, the forest is wet and the air mound.
Plum red three or five trees, shore berthing boats.
What is the relationship between the years and the clouds and deep dreams.
The Taurus is repelling the plague and should go back to Mo.
Village residence
The villagers are happy and quiet, and the mountains are idle.
When you smell the birds, take advantage of the dew, and patrol the creek occasionally into the forest.
There is no piccolo in the return, and there is a long chant in the roar.
Meaning is close to Taoyuan, and the cow often plays the piano.
Early winter walking park has a mail
In the late autumn, the leaves fall and the sycamore is difficult to say sad.
The sun is sloping across the bamboo path, and the sound of the piano goes around the tea house.
People sit outside the cabinet and go to Jiangnan, where do they ask for things?
How much time has accumulated, and there is no poetry saint Du Gong worried.
HarukawaKaku view
A flute leisurely went to the meditation, and the white clouds and cranes were silent.
The Hanyang smoke tree grows old, and the summer mouth poems fall into dreams.
Occasionally, the cold forest wind is sent far away, and the guest is concerned because of the twilight rain.
So Xin Nanpu Luhua Snow, Rizhao Loutou Wanhu Ming.
Monkey said
Lock no lock is not happy, sit leisurely for a while.
The hand whip is whipped with a horse inlaid with gold, and the foot spans the mourning sheep carved a brocade saddle.
Holding his head high, he was suspicious of Gao Shilie, and his makeup was still like an old court official.
A little proud of people laughing in front of them, who knows the sadness and bitterness in their hearts.
Night drinks are sent
The small wine is idle, only because it is worried.
There are thousands of knots in the life of huangliang, and the people of the earth are worried every day.
One village ruin cloud rain, can pity the wild moon to move boats.
Although the guests went this evening, they regretted it, but I wished that the spring breeze would be green to the building.
Drinking and moaning
Su Jiu was tired and thoughtless, and let Mingyue send the remnants of the sun.
Fluttering leaves frost wind awareness, traffic lights travel geese busy.
Sitting alone on the terrace is not prepared, and the taste of the night chant is harmless.
The year does not envy the perch, but still has a hometown in mind.
Two days after the winter solstice, idle writing in the morning
Shenzhou controls the epidemic day strictly, and the old age is not to hinder Gu Yuntian.
Although there are bamboo branches that can be cut water, there is no bird road to pile salt.
The moon floating clouds and shadows frequently turn over the cabinet, and the winter frost flowers fall to the eaves.
The east window of the warbler language is also gathered, and the clear sound model is also sweet.
Bodhisattva Barbarian Climbs the Ugly Winter Moon
Climbing the tower and looking at the Harukawa Pavilion, the grandeur was fierce and sad. Qing Shui flows a river, and I don't know when to rest.
Once perched on a crane tree, the immortals went. Heroes of the Le Shi Era, mid-level maple leaves red.
Bu Operator Yangshuo Li River Tour
Yunbaiye mountain is high, and the river is wide and the cruise ship is small. Nine curves of clear streams reflect the bamboo, water ripples green grass.
Lutu of the rock wall, bamboo raft cormorant bird. It is said that the feelings of ancient rhymes exist, how much do you know about the past?
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