Second Artillery child, male, large Wang Haiyi, born on March 31, 2012 in Dongguan, Guangdong Province, typical of the "Hong Three Generations". His grandfather, Teacher Wang Juxin, and His Grandmother, Teacher Yu Yulan, were transferred to Hongjiang to teach in Hongjiang at the end of the 1940s due to work needs. His father, Wang Yiding of The Scattered People of Xiangxi Province, was born in Hongjiang as the "Second Generation of Hong". After the birth of the second cannon children, they often followed their father back to Hongjiang to visit their grandmother in the winter and summer vacations. From a young age, he especially loved his hometown, especially the various foods in the streets and alleys of Hongjiang; at the age of two and six months, he was able to skillfully recite the "Hongjiang Ancient Shopping Mall", and dared to perform publicly on stage, which always caused an uproar.
The Second Artillery has participated in the CCTV Super Baby Audition. The baby is bold and good at performance. Adhering to the father's family style. Car super enthusiast. At less than three years old, you can easily identify almost all car brands on the street. What made him a little depressed was that his sister Sanya (the big king of the king) actually easily surpassed him in some aspects, which was not! At the age of two and three months, he turned his back on his father's "Hongjiang Ancient Shangcheng Fu"... Oh, according to the latest news, the day before yesterday just turned ten years old, the second cannon and sister Sanya have followed their father back to Hongjiang Hangqing on April 2.
Attached: Hongjiang Ancient Shopping Mall Endowment
Originally published in Chinese Dictionary, No. 1, 2016
Author: Xiangxi Sanren Wang Yiding
The heavens and the earth are cloudy, and the spring and autumn will be returned. The beginning of the Tang Dynasty, the sun and the moon are noisy; the ancestors migrate, and there is a source. Xianglong soars all over the world, hazelnut hides southern barbarians. Wuxi bell spirit is beautiful, strange flowers bloom Takakawa. The heart of the naked son Dan is there, the crane is in the mountains and rivers; the heart is sent to the bright moon, and the night lang does not sleep. Scattered people mistakenly wrote poems, and the witches carried each other far away.
Sigh and drink, re-cultivate and read from generation to generation, and women and children respect the former sages. The dangerous building is a hundred feet of poetry and wine, and the family has a thousand volumes of fire. Every step is like a stage, and everywhere is a guild hall. Red dust live newspaper drama, wrapped in oil paper umbrella; long shirt short coat oil trumpet squeeze, Song Yun Zen tea drunk guest officer. Meals and delicacies, smooth hair every day; toast to the spoon, the mouth is not shallow! Osmanthus wine, blood duck, blue and white porcelain certificate flow year. Horses rolling, artemisia, the most sour and spicy not afraid of saltiness. Maple spring water reflects the beauty of the sister, thick soil casts a bloody man! Feet on the ground, overhead in the sky, the courage to take responsibility and not to play adultery. Gritting his teeth and breaking out, tears rippled as he left his hometown. Eating and sleeping, lying down to taste the guts, eating small bowls for large bowls, and dreaming of being the boss.
Out of the sky, outstanding, out of a thousand? It's all in the words! From the army, from the business, into the army, all are geese in the clouds. Not arrogant, not impatient, not deaf, low-key in front of people. Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan, Adult Worm, all of them are related to this life.
The most unforgettable, dream take-off place, rafters write a new chapter. The boat is full of two rivers, and the poetry runs on the five banks. Hongjiang Ancient Mall, hidden in Taiji. Majestic old crow slope, temple cultivation Daxing Zen. The gurgling flows eastward, and there are dense rocks to protect. Will the water turn back? Long roaring white clouds. Morimori Tsutomuya, quiet for hundreds of years. Bustling little Nanjing, far away from Yunguichuan. Capital sprouted early, and the reputation of shangdao spread. To suffer a loss is a blessing, and there is heaven on it. If you inherit the favor of others, tie the knot and tie the ring. Innocence is passed down from family to family, and kindness is made with people. The world is long, and the law is happy to be together. Seven punches burn incense, eight lanes make tea, and nine streets speak from before. Sunny and interesting, rain with rhyme, frost with quality, snow with quality. Towards the tun spray thin, yo yo deer song. The bamboo sea is surrounded by colorful fog, and the river surface is full of thousands of sails. Morning Grace, Twilight Ting, long songs with umbrellas, low chants in hats, line workers' trumpets, and ring out the clouds.
Yiren li embroidered the building, and the clothes were fragrant into the sideburns. The crowd gathers to think far away, and there are villagers in bo discretion. Scattered people know: spring colors are exhausted, wash but lead, dreams are wrapped around the soul, or songs or crying, only Hongjiang Ancient Mall!
Wang Yiding Introduction: Accompanied by poetry and wine, rough orchestral; love stargazing, even enlightenment Zen machine. Wang Yiding, the son of Xuefengshan, born in Hongjiang Ancient Shopping Mall, Hunan, is a well-known contemporary fu and literary activist, a member of the Chinese Poetry Society, and one of the important representative writers of Dongguan original literature; in recent years, he has mainly attacked the creation of Piao style literature, counting more than 40 articles widely circulated on the Internet and offline, and nearly ten Fuwen are specially invited by various places to create and spread by scenic spots. He was awarded the "2020 Top Ten Chinese Lyricists" at the 7th Chinese Poetry Spring Festival Gala.