About the Author
Zhao Shihong, a web name wanderer, is a member of the Chinese Poetry Society and the Hebei Poetry Association, a director of the Chengde Poetry Society, and a member of the Wolf Society. His works have been published in journals such as Chinese Poetry, Chinese Word Endowment, Yanzhao Poetry, Selected Poems, Guofeng, Rehe, and Chengde Poetry.
Quatrains
See children reading ancient poems
The wind is also around, and the children's voice is crisp and stops to listen.
Shaking his head to read to the emotional place, the forest bird scrambled to learn three or two sounds.
Willow River View
Roaring wild horses, watching the water smoke from the embankment.
The Huyan River is difficult to become a tool, and when the time comes, it will turn the tide.
Frost
(i)
It was a thousand mountains and yellow leaves flying again, and the sky was high and the wind was cold and the clouds were hanging.
If Qiu Shuang has pity, do not urge the Yi people to the sideburns.
(ii)
The wind is tight and the clouds are cold, and the autumn light is consumed for no reason.
The sound of the hagi flowers and the sound of the geese, the frost of the night condensed a lot of tears.
Autumn friends
The geese came and went several times to smell, and Jun brought a cloud.
In the early spring of that day, the floral fragrance soaked the pomegranate skirt.
Moonlit Night Friends
The flowers and shadows are hazy and the trees are cold, and the autumn wind is everywhere.
The stone steps sat alone on the moonlit night, remembering that we were leaning on the fence at that time.
Hello
Idle in the downtown to see the floating clouds, pen and ink fragrance orchid friends.
I have been accustomed to loving landscapes for many years, and I don't know who the upstarts are.
Send snow
Where to find the clean body, the wind blows the feet and steps on the mud and dust.
The mountain should be difficult for people to reach, and it will fall a few points to the peak.
See the swing on the mountain
Remember when the clouds flew, the swing was on the mountain at this moment.
It is difficult to be patient and itchy, and then swing the childhood again.
Pear Tree King
The snow and flowers are multiplied, and only the qing qi is sent to the front.
The struggle for kingship and hegemony has been watched on the wall for five hundred years.
Morning trip in the rain
The mountain walk smells fresh all the way, and the drizzle washes away the dust.
Drunk on the forest fog, I don't know the emerald color dyeing clothes deep.
Eagle City in the Mist
The morning breeze is gentle and rainy, and the clouds and peaks are seen in the distance across the wild smoke.
The town inhabits the fairy mist and allows the gods to draw Jiangnan.
The small city is good in the wind and rain, and the smoke and clouds are lightly coated.
Customary to use Jiangnan as an analogy, that year Jiang Zuo met plum blossoms.
Tanabata meets friends in the farm yard
Still hidden in the clouds, rain and silk weaving green small villas.
The fragrance of flowers spread outside the courtyard door, and the generous evening breeze greeted the wall.
The years are not as long as love, and happy words fill the cloister.
The fireflies made fun of the lanterns and coveted the incense in the farmhouse.
Autumn flowers
It was not too late to visit Hua Rongxing, and he concentrated on Qingqing for a long time.
Shaking his head to pity my sideburns, I don't know the autumn wind.
Send a friend
A hurry often gathers difficulties, fluttering yellow leaves before falling in the wind.
The streets watched the cars leave, annoyed by the turn in the road ahead.
Also titled "Career"
The smoke waves in the arms of the green mountains are not counted as sunny and rainy.
A storm is under the eyes, let it flow and clear itself.
Winter afternoon
The wild trail has no one to hang in the sun, and the sky is lonely and cold.
The old trees facing the wind are still sticking, not afraid of spring green and not fat.
A cold wave is coming
Roaring winds and winds, layer by layer wrapped in a list of complaints.
The tofu cart went to the street, and the sound of shouting and selling was chilly.
Wen Mengwanzhou returned to China
Three years of difficulty in imprisoning righteous qi, the tiger and wolf nest did not bow their heads.
Dapeng spreads its wings through the clouds, and the wind and rain return to release the evening boat.
Ruins of the Summer Resort Theater
To ask about the song and dance of the front dynasty, the steps are detoured in the broken wall grass.
Lao Song did not care about the rise and fall, And Wu Zi had been blindly green for many years.
Reading history has a feeling
Several historical performances are absurd, and the rise and fall of thousands of years of blood and tears are long.
Fishing reputation does not want to see, leaving only blue eyes and scenery.
Farmers cut wheat and spend money to spray dust
No smoke and dust is allowed to be raised in the treatment of pollution, and it is not heard of with water harvesting.
When the granules are returned to the warehouse, can they wait? The officials were shocked.
Celadon tea set
Glaze color three points borrowed willow green, temperament warm jade Huiming.
When I went to the raging fire, the boiling water poured out of my heart was not alarmed.
Burning clouds
Yu Ji traveled leisurely, and He Gan was always silent.
There is also a fire in the heart that can boil the long sky.
Also titled Morning Glory
In the thick autumn wind, it is still a little more delicate than the spring flowers.
If the trumpet is called, the flattery song is not played in front of the people.
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
Editors: Liu Yanfang, Yang Yulong, Liu Aihong, Wei Huabiao, Xie Xunlie
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