【Chinese Poetry Society Town Poet】
Selected poems by Yang Pengfei
About the Author
Yang Pengfei, pen name Grassroots, a native of Xianyou County, Fujian Province, is the executive director of the Chinese Poetry Society, the director of the Urban Poetry Working Committee of the Chinese Poetry Society, the president of the Strait Poetry Research Institute of the Chinese Poetry Society, the Municipal Poetry Society, the Hanjiang District Poetry Association, the Cai Xiang Research Society, and the Feishan Poetry Society, and the director of the Organizing Committee and the Deputy Director of the Judging Committee of the Putian Gongmei Cup National Poetry Grand Prix. Previous positions: Governor and Secretary of the District Party Committee of Hanjiang District of Putian City, Vice Mayor of Putian Municipal Government, Secretary of the District Party Committee and District Chief, Member of the Standing Committee of the Municipal Party Committee and Secretary of the District Committee, Deputy Secretary of the Municipal Party Committee and Secretary of the Political and Legal Committee, Director of the Agricultural Office of the Fujian Provincial Party Committee and Provincial Government, Chairman of the Putian Municipal Committee of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference. His works are mainly published in poetry journals, Chinese poetry magazines, monographs on the centenary of the founding of the Party, and newspapers and periodicals inside and outside the province.
orchid
Introverted only because of the good heart, I do not love the layman in my life.
Be humble and humble with the spring, more spirit and less flowers.
Rain in the early spring creekside park
Liu Yi smoke and rain into the spring first, Cui Gong plum peach in front of the eyes.
Alone by the fence to cry birds, and the poems are half fresh.
Xiaozhong Meizhou Island Goose tail mountain head remote view
Walking through the wall lightly, I exhaled in a red shirt.
The sound of the waves and the sea belong to me, and the long wind gives the distant sails.
Dawn to see the sea
When the sea woke up, the light of silver fell on the waves.
Asahi refused to whisper softly, alarming Asahi's three or five boats.
Remembering Mr. Yuan Longping
Guoshidang is no different from Kyushu, and the ten thousand families are still in the field.
The red moon wiped the tears in the middle, and the First Faith Heavenly Palace had been retained.
Note: Red eyes: Refers to the red moon, during the lunar eclipse
Pear blossoms and Qingming
If you want to perform filial piety for your ancestors, the rain sacrifice is not sincere.
Prepare pear blossoms early in the middle of spring, enough to pour a clear day.
Folding umbrella
No complaints frequently fold and open, Aiwu never says the origin.
How many true knowledge of life have been, silently accompanied in the wind and rain?
bee
Because of the love of chasing Fang Rui, one acre and three points of cultivation are not tired.
I said that the bee in the world is the most beautiful, and the industriousness is tired of small waists.
The day after the Mid-Autumn Festival, I met with friends
The moonlight three pots are full of words, and the trek of life is a rare opportunity.
Although the length of the autumn placket is similar, the mood of the wine is different.
Autumn nights
The autumn rain is getting thinner and thinner, and the stream and mountains hesitate to report the stars moving.
The pillow is cool at night and listens to the flowers falling, like a white dew pool in front of the window.
Retirement is on the same day
He hung up the knife and saddle and rode out, and the autumn color of the slanting sun was half nostalgic.
From now on, it is fortunate that no one knows, and it is the time when the hooves are light and proud.
Autumn over the mountain
Lu Platinum wind stood on the edge of the ridge, and Guan Shan insisted on blocking it.
The Mid-Autumn Moon is full of frost, and the yellow leaves quietly turn over the peak.
In late spring, I walked the mountain back to visit Bangtou Tianzhu Temple
The ancient temple is silent, and the birds are singing more and more.
The mountains are empty of sunset, and the sound of streams and springs falls.
If you want to explore the intention, first study the maitreya feelings.
Guests ask for non-divisions, and twilight drums persuade clearly.
peach blossom
With the spring bloom peach unscrupulous, radial branches and hair advocates.
Borrow the warm wind to nourish the powder, when Yi Yake complained to the intestines.
Even though he knew that he was charming and jealous, he could not hide it.
It is difficult for bees to choose the road all day, and the crowded garden is the fragrance of flowers.
Visit the former site of Dafei Academy on a visit to The Spring
The academy does not know where to go? The echo should be on the old pine side.
The dusty world is far away from the forest, and the spitting bamboo shoots are fresh and fresh.
It is difficult to invite yesterday to this xia, but I listen to the ancient stream out of the new spring.
Qingshan estimated the value of the wind and currents early, and left poems on the wall for eight hundred years.
Gale Song
Note: Typhoons also. Cute in the open sea, in summer and autumn. Fearless and invincible. Show the spirit of heaven and earth, and develop the feelings of a hero. Facing the sea and listening to the wind, feeling and singing.
The winds came out of the sea, pulling the waves into clouds and carrying rain.
Ben Dared to tear a thousand cries and screamed at Jiuxiao.
He has always been full of heroic and majestic spirit, even if he left a magnificent name in the air.
I mean to be frank with Juntong, and I smile lightly at the sky.
Three nights before the Qingming Dynasty, I dreamed of returning to tiantou to work with my mother when I was young
Last night, Ci Sheng came to the dream, and there were still old clothes.
Carry the basket and order beans to urge homework, wipe the tears and condense my makeup.
The smoke and rain mountain side is half ripe in spring, and the wheat outside the swallow warbler willow is yellow.
Suddenly the wind rose and fell, and the woman who wanted to hold her body had passed.
Living on the shores of the silk water
Living in the air for a long time as a friend of Qingxi, the window does not chase the dream of the cloud head.
There are three or two green mountains outside the building, and the willows in front of the pole are hundreds of thousands of silks.
The swallow warbler has a word to complain about, and the stars and moon sleeplessly peep out of the water.
When the shore is crossed, there is a word of joy, and the heart of the small town is my prophet.
Summer Night Suburban Trip
The height of the building squeezes out the aroma of rice, and it is suitable for a rural wilderness trip to cool off the summer night.
Turn the starlight around, pick the lychee fruit with the cicada chirping.
The East Wind is suspicious of Huang Gen, and Qing Qi knows that it is born from the stranger.
Where is the Spring Frog in Shuishui, and will I return to the city tonight?
Resident diary
Prologue: Yu Zeng was stationed in a mountain village in the middle of spring. Everything in the village is good, but there are two sentences that still exist in my heart: the mountains are deep and there are good spring colors, and whose worries the wanderers belong to?
A few peaks behind the front peak follow, walking down the oblique sun to bring into the village.
People are less spring and more flowers are butterflies, and the sky is low and the clouds are knocking on the door in recent months.
Although the poor countryside has a long road, why do the wanderers leave shallow marks?
The old dog recognized that I was a guest, and was speechless when he knew that he was not waiting.
Chongyang Dengxian Tour Top Tianma Mountain
Yesterday, I competed with the teenager to climb the danger, and I dared to be happy in my sixties.
The mountains are high and pine and the breeze is far away, and the sky is wide and the autumn is hanging in the daytime.
The road does not evaluate the width and narrowness, and the future smiles to the middle.
The clouds floated outside the pavilion and were only generally wrapped in their arms.
The next day of the sixtieth birthday, the mountain climbed drunk into the twilight pavilion and dreamed of returning to the spring morning of the mountain village when he was young
Knock on the window to send a small neighboring village, and ruby two buttocks each other.
The birds did not disturb the noise, but they woke up the mountain roots.
Picking flowers laughed and said that spring is boneless, and there are traces of fish chasing in the water.
Ye Luoting knew that it was a dream, and heard the Bell Yuan Temple hitting the dusk.
Close-up view of the Nine Carp Lake Waterfall
Holding the Song of The Thousand Peaks, he overheard the rush of water in his ears.
Yingtan warblers in the early spring, leaping stream smoke flying big waterfall wind.
It is said that the gods and immortals travel outside the world, and the shadows of the carp are clearly in their arms.
The cracked clouds ahead opened, and I stood in the east of Shanxi Xu.
In the rain, he visited the original site of the guerrilla headquarters in central Fujian
Not in a hurry, the urgent visit to the lamp stove for bowing.
When the waterfall is not flat, feel the spring love to the green thick.
The red flag has been here for a long time, and comrades have always fought in that year.
The cuckoos were blood-colored, and the singing was heartfelt.
Note: Lamp stove: refers to the original site of the minzhong guerrilla headquarters lamp furnace village.
Sunny day at the top of the list of Tianma Mountain from a distance
Eighteen townships are counted, and two thousand years are for me to look back.
Who will He Ling to the sky, spring rise LanXi to the head of the sea.
Half of the Fenjing Zhi Pagoda Dou, one side feng shui yin immortal tour.
Completely believing in this in person, Yan and Ren lived upstairs.
Note: Eighteen townships: Xianyou County has a total of eighteen townships. Tadou: Refers to the Tadou Mountain in the hometown of Cai Jing, Cai Bian and Cai Xiang in the Northern Song Dynasty.
The Strait Poetry Research Institute of the Chinese Poetry Society was listed as a tribute
Looking forward to the jade mountain to drive away the fog barrier, the groan continued through the gorge.
The spring wind has not crossed the poetry sail crossing, and the waterfront is difficult to connect with the blood vein.
Across the sea from the brother, the brother and rhyme do not tune the strings.
Will be when the waves between the moon, treading the waves with the nostalgia to the circle.
Linjiangxian Deep Spring
Yesterday's murmur don't go, I don't know what the name of the double swallow is. Hurried and forgetful. The east wind is white with sideburns, and the years play life.
Sixty springs have been recalled, and it is difficult to ask the truth in tea. A pot of smoke and rain a pot of sunshine. The smell of the crane prompts the wheat to ripen, but the melon beans are young.
Xiangyue early spring terrace overlooking
The curtain was half picked, afraid of the cold of the mountain deliberately, climbing the stairs to bid farewell. The eaves corner is suspicious of spring walking, pushing the window to see the wonders: bamboo shoots and bamboo are dependent on each other, stubborn plums stretch and kick, and the snow before the cliff falls. Where the peach is clear, a bright red can be picked.
Who reads the East Wind together, combs the green and weaves the green, ignores the frost and says no. The years are like a shuttle feather, dare to laugh which branch beckons butterflies, a few swallows, brooks, and warblers with long tongues? The troubles of the old years have all ended with rain!
Nangoko sang a long song and chanted to the town
Mo Dao I am gentle, since the ancient poet half sad. When entering and leaving the stream and mountains, what is the reason? Flowers fall and flowers bloom and reminisce.
The great change reads Shenzhou, and wants to sing a thousand cities with thick lights. The downtown scenery is willful and leisurely. Enlightenment is endless.
Partridge Heaven Gurudwara Temple Mountain Feels Mazu's Yi wei
Sacrifice yourself to catch the wind and waves, who says that women are only gentle. Asahi has no worries and the tide comes out, and there is a happy song under the moon.
Call on the other side, willing to pay equally. It's hard to find out for a long time. Because he regarded the affairs of state as a family affair, he was tired of crossing the trenches.
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