About the Author
Wang Congying, born in June 1963, is a newcomer in Fuxin, Liaoning Province, and the owner of the self-proclaimed carving insect zhai. He is a member of the Chinese Poetry Society, the Chinese Poetry Research Society, the Chinese Prose Literature Society, the China Reportage Literature Society, and the Liaoning Writers Association. Deputy Director of the Rural Poetry Working Committee of the Chinese Poetry Society. He has published seven novels, poems, and prose collections, and the collection of Grammy poems includes "Carved Worm Zhai Poetry Manuscript".
[Contemporary Poet Wing Chun] Wang Congying Volume
Quatrains
Taitou Gao stepped on the spring
Pieces of peach blossoms fall in front of the eyes, and the sound of the machine faintly is ploughing the field.
The stone was used as a pillow grass, and I slept in the spring wind dream.
In the morning, I saw peach blossoms blooming on the shore of Yulong Lake
I didn't know when it opened last night, but I slept late in the spring.
The forest suddenly stole flowers, and broke branches before anyone dared to do so.
Wife online shopping lotus puffing Qing Dynasty old bottle
A few lotus flowers online mail, empty bottles do not make the old bedside.
Qing Fen still has three points of qi, accompanying me to spring into the dream.
Bitter hemp dish
The new grass is difficult for me to germinate, and primrose has never fought with people.
Once you can make a Dish, you will have a fresh breeze and teeth.
In the spring, I saw the flowers of the moon raised by my mother before she died
Mercy Providence is spring again, and the east wind will be renewed overnight.
The moon and season quietly bloomed empty flowers, and there was no one to see the flowers on this night.
Qingming will be the night dream of motherhood
And the whispers have been hard to smell for a long time, and the three voices in the dream have broken the soul.
But I am afraid that people will not recognize the mother, and the child's sideburns are frost marks.
Kasuga self-written carved insect sai poem manuscript
A wisp of light wind moved the heart of poetry, and Shino Kiyofen invaded me.
And borrow the grass color in front of the window, write the spring light and write the spring depth.
By the window
Ignoring the old willow making new cotton, he flew to the long street to weave a note.
With rain and clouds head can borrow ink, this life hate is not like rafters.
Xinzhengguan Liaoxi Wild Mountain IceFall
Sleeping until the beginning of spring has not woken up, fei liu can not bear the two mountains and green.
The solid ice has now hung into a waterfall, and it has called a pause to the east wind.
February 2 strong winds
The sound of the wind in the ears is like thunder, who waves a huge hand to the sky?
It is not uncommon for this dynasty to return to this time in order to repay the New Year.
Title Mei opened the wall map
There is no need to hide a little heart, and the red calyx of the branches has passed over the wall.
Whose yard is the true desire, borrow a spring wind to measure with a ruler.
Rhythmic poems
Spring night dreams awaken
For the sake of the dream, people wake up, but feel the palm lamp sideburns more and more stars.
There is no new algae in the bitter sentence, and there is an old shirt and green in the search for clothes.
Five is not seen only the lonely moon, ten years is difficult to pass is a sutra.
Resisting the cold and being cold, the sound of the wind is full of ears.
Chagan Lake Spring Trip
Walking across the long bridge on the short stack, the wind and smoke waves are like the tides of the sea.
The old ones are half-satisfied, and the new gulls hate the middle sky.
Can teach a wave to the sky wide, do not know the lone sail from here.
The spring lake people outside the sai are everywhere, and the cloud water is always difficult to sell.
Spring drink cha dry lake restaurant
Why should the wine be sold to Ergu, and the wine flag is listed in the lake.
The angler in front of the door had just invited me, and the village girl in the shop had already cooked.
The fat head soup is beautiful, and the oiled crucian carp thorns can be crispy.
Drunk in the light cloud cover, willow bank can sleep without support.
Hunnan Citizen Park morning tour
Morning river fog lock cage light smoke, old willow jagged painting paddle side.
Fine-grained screens are piled up on the shore, and spring breeze weaves grass embroidered into felt.
People often come after the birds wake up, and I am lucky enough to be before the flowers fall.
Only envy the three or two, long rod fishing breaks the water and the sky.
Spring tour of The Zhangwu Grassland for half a day even passes through the West Old House Reservoir of Dragon Lake Deliger Lake
Spring is fortunate to travel with Junyou, a string of pearls embedded in the oasis.
Mountain pillow lake light flower pillow shore, Wave Tibetan goose shadow willow hidden boat.
Grass carp is half-cooked frequently to add to the fire, and the old wine is not drunk at the beginning.
The most is that the east wind can drunk me, Ling Yun thought of sending sand gulls.
Spring morning to climb the Jinjiang Mountains
There is such a country and mountains waiting for me to climb, and now I am going straight to the highest level.
Shoulder and old pavilion lined up in the clouds, holding the first sun in the hand to raise the fog.
Picking up the grades and forgetting the flowers, I only saw the water clear in the sky.
Leaning on the railing overlooks the people who should know, the First World War once taught the country to prosper.
In the morning, I saw a flock of birds at Yulong Lake
Spring comes to rest this lake, and once the ice disappears, hundreds of birds return.
Wild ducks sleep in old dreams, and flocks of gulls try on new clothes.
Frequent aquatic grass nests can be knotted, but the shark wings can be fattened.
And the flow of years into a covenant, the sky light and clouds do not forget to fly.
In the court of Dandong Hotel, magnolias were in full bloom
Last night, it was five more cold, and the old flowers and flowers were not yet broken.
The white face is bright like jade, and the smell of raw incense is as rich as orchid.
Fang washed the cold rain three times, and then saved the spring wind and a tree.
Langyuan Xianbao who has to be similar, hagoromo fairy try Kasumi crown.
In the morning, I saw new gulls on Yulong Lake
I nodded my head as I pounced on Spring Lake, testing the water this morning with new gulls.
A body of white feathers picked up between the clouds, two wings of the breeze and waves.
Since it can fly towards the blue sea, it can also be near the shore pillow stream.
Watching fish and knotting nets is not fun, and birds never envy boats.
Stroll through Wulihe Park in the morning drizzle
Misty smoke and rain of the river, sandwiched between the banks of the spring fresh moisten my eyes.
The wild path is high and low incense stained with feet, and the willow banks are long and short leaves.
Red residue every thought of the fang sleeves, the flower heavy square hanging on the customer's head.
Ten miles of morning wind blowing old umbrellas, is not a little new sorrow.
Stroll along the Songhua River
Ten miles of long causeway but forgot to return, the river wind blowing people's clothes.
Songyuan water is divided into three roads, and spring shore lin sheng lock around.
The thin hair of Ling Han flew high from the shallow hair, and the white gull feared the waves and flew high.
The light boat does not know who to berth, and a paddle is slowly waved by the king.
Drive past the Hushan Great Wall
The stacked obstacles still exist a hundred feet of buildings, and the Great Wall is from the beginning.
The Tiger Mountain Ridge is far away from the clouds, and the green water river is clear and the shore is flowing.
A single step at the end of the world, a thousand years of beacon fire.
Now I am going from Xiongguan and speeding up the river.
Self-chopped cabbage wrapped dumplings for drama
The cabbage is full of water at the beginning, and it is most suitable for filling in spring.
Flying knife quickly chop fragrant raw sleeves, soft surface light wrapped green through the skin.
Meatless was wrapped in the belly, and sentient today is to cure hunger.
The root of the vegetable was fortunate enough to be chewed, and I should be a child.
Spring night snow falls
Dusk drifted down to Sangen, and saw that the snow was light.
The old trees are jade-colored, and the spring breeze is famous for its face.
The placket is the lovesickness, and the cheek is not in love.
Tonight, why bother with both hands, the frost on earth is not Guan Qing.
Kasuga Hatsaku
Last night, the fragrant snow had not completely disappeared, and suddenly I saw the warm wicker in the first sun.
March new silk hanging soft, very brocade annoying petite.
The clouds will cross the top to clear the shadows, and the grass will want to protect the short bridge.
The sound of spring is shallow today, and the east wind blows like a whistle.
Visit The Lake in the Spring
A deep cave is embedded under the eyes, and the hidden rock at the foot of Woyun Mountain is hidden.
The stream can break the wall like a can, and the water is not enough to be a cup.
Out of the mountains really should travel thousands of miles, along the river to send a thousand sails.
The lake light does not let the trickle be small, and it is mixed into the wind and waves.
After the sting, visit the Zhangwu Grassland
If the spring wind is ten miles to help each other, a hundred acres of grass are eager to sue.
In March, the sand lump remains in the snow ridge, and the half-frozen water sees the Ming Lake.
The long sky is gradually approaching the first return of the goose, and the willow bank is newly born and not dead.
I have a ruler and a pen, and the north window can be used as a map of the clouds.
Spring weekends are self-deprecating
Every weekend and high sleep, do not know the east window of the sun is bright.
Turbid wine is difficult to entertain guests in the spring, and the article is also shallow.
Whenever I promise people first, I pity myself.
Even if there is a wind energy moisturizer, which can be the bone is facing forward.
The rain is cold
I did not feel that the new festival was waiting to move, and the north wind was frequently blown over the years.
Hanging strips can not afford to linger, bald pipes are difficult to write feminine words.
Only the spring heart will be chased to freeze the water, and the bones will be wrapped in cotton clothes.
Reading but having to be embraced, fortunately there is a clear groan to show your eyebrows.
After the sting, ask a friend to visit Lake Deligal
Spring grass and spring flowers have not yet bloomed, and people can't ship when they freeze water.
Several willows are blown toward the double embankment, and several are carved in a ridge.
Flying in the snow are wild magpies, and through winter it is a sand spring.
There are new traces of ruts in the mud, and I know that the king has come before me.