About the Author
Wang Yingtong, a native of Jingxing, Hebei Province, with the net names Ruofeng and Nianqiu. The police of the Jingxing County Public Security Bureau, the member of the Shijiazhuang Poetry Association, and the member of the Jingxing County Poetry Association.
Selected poems
Mourning Academician Yuan Longping
For those who are busy in the fields, 1.4 billion people are cold.
This time there are no regrets in the heart of the king, and the two worlds of immortals and mortals are fragrant with rice and flowers.
Xibaipo relived the two must have a feeling
The pine green wind clears the waves several times, and the words through the clouds swing the heart.
The boat on the Tuotuo River stands in front of it, and the peak in the head peak is uplifted.
Sculpture of Longwangshan Park in Jingxing County
Pointing out the country and the mountains, the pride is like an iron spirit.
The original heart is not comparable to the old man of Wei Yan, except for Qingfeng.
Reading Ms. Tian Qifei's "Mountain Village Vernacular" has a feeling
In the dream, the kindness does not change its face, and the rural tone goes around Matou Mountain.
People prefer to ascend to the top, the most bitter and cool bend.
Mourning the heroes
-- Commemorating the 100th anniversary of the founding of the Party
He was full of blood and green rocks, and his sorrow filled the rivers and rivers with tears.
After the iron bone is still heroic, the spring wind relays the sails well.
See the rural cleaners with a sense
-- Commemorating the 100th anniversary of the founding of the Party
The water and mountains are green and dreamy, and the spring wind and rain enter the farmhouse.
The countryside has now added a new scenery, and the red clothes of purple lanes have swept away the flowers.
Bu Yun and otaku brother Urnko
The breeze is a roll of joy to add grandchildren, and the family has a sweet fragrance who discusses it together.
But if you can get drunk, why should the idler be far away from the firewood.
Over the well of The Heavenly Road One
Oblique red and green around the rainbow neon, the immortal near the worry of the heavens low.
Heading towards the winding heights, the clouds act as handrails and fog as ladders.
Jingxing Tianlu II
It is suspected that the rooftop is a close neighbor, and the cloud volume of Yunshu is frequent.
There is no need to go to the Yaochi Meeting, where the breeze is already intoxicating.
The sixth anniversary of the mother's festival was rained
Loving mothers often suspect that they have not traveled far, and they have left their hometowns one after another.
In the spring and autumn, six years of sorrow and tears, suddenly acacia rain flowed painfully.
Xin Ugly Spring Wuhan invited Gengzi anti-epidemic heroes to enjoy the cherry blossoms
Last year, the reverse battle of Chu Chengfeng, Sujia cherry blossoms melted in two ways.
Today's market is different, and the cherry blossoms are still difficult to match.
Spring sowing
Loose soil cultivation is early planning, fertilization and watering must be diligent.
Spring light is sown into youth, and it is expected that there will be a good autumn in the future.
The 20th anniversary of the establishment of the Jingxing Poetry Association and the change of term are congratulated
Mianshui shengxiang Lai Song Tang, Runchuan Runling Runzi Chapter.
Fangqing is more outside the Guan Mountain, and does not live up to the poetry to the far side.
Mourning the death of his brother Lian Ting's mother
(i)
Crying and crying for the ancestors, Qingming weeping bitter rain and frying.
The heavens are miserable and the liver and intestines are broken, and the flowers are scattered everywhere as paper money.
(ii)
I often think of my mother's tears, and my mother's soul returns to her heart and is shocked.
Expected to be like me, I cried in the sky without making a sound.
Teacher He ZhangShulin was awarded the Membership of the Chinese Qu Artists Association
Snow stained eyebrows are still strong, and the literary quyuan is several hands-on.
The family mountain is green and difficult to grow old, and a tree of begonia flowers is red.
Alone and occasional
Yunshu Yun remembered the past, in front of the Cuizhu Gate Yan Que Ting.
Pick the wisps of spring light when the tea is boiled, and the birds catch the handle and listen to the song.
The city is a sight to behold
Looking at the mountain into the picture screen, the warbler song tender willow rain combing the plume.
The cry dripped down to the third o'clock of spring, splashing Jin Liang a green.
Xin Ugly Li Chun
Looking at the home mountain, the unsealing message is still vast.
After three tests of nucleic acids, it is like people are afraid to say yang.
Even senses
The leaves fall in the sunset, and in the morning, I like to see new shoots.
Winter has no love and spring is cute, and the willow flowers are planted in the heart field.
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
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