Early autumn
The shallow nagisa bridge is light and cloudy, and the west wind is slightly cool in autumn,
Smoke waves several degrees of caged poplar,
Birds are drunk, and the flowers are fragrant.
Feeling the present and the past, the piano book entertainment from the sky long,
The strings are powerless to ask the vicissitudes,
Mo worries about old age, but he can still rest in the sun.
Mid-Autumn Festival
Yu Rui secretly delivered by the wind fragrance, and the willow was still green.
Smoke clouds are swirling.
The distant mountains are thin and thin, and the moon is clear.
The sound of the solo piano follows the twilight, and the smoke is accompanied by sorrow.
Can't stop worrying about the sun and feet?
How much red dust, green water a duckweed.
late autumn
The leaves and flowers are still fragrant, and the oblique geese are far away in the sky.
Jiang Hancui's shadow gradually became confused.
The wicker is looking forward to it, and the maple leaves are fluttering red.
Lazily ask about the outside affairs of the guitar strings, and play calmly in the wind.
Qiu Xin is not old in the original intention.
The golden autumn scenery is beautiful, just about winter.
Window
The moonlight star is quiet in the courtyard, wandering outside the window.
The cold lights flicker more lonely.
At this time, the wind is cold, where to send warmth.
Since ancient times, how tired acacia has been, no one can tell the difference.
Relying on the column for a long time to remember the past.
After parting tonight, the day is the return journey.
Reunion
Returning to the old garden to find yesterday's dream, when Sha Liu Qingqing,
Xiaoxiang smoke and rain are beautiful and sunny.
The falling flowers are intentional, and the flowing water is silent.
Nowadays, the apricot forest is beautiful in spring, and it will be the same as the name of He Xun.
Honorable Strike Festivals are unsympathetic.
A thousand cups of people are not drunk, and a song is frightened.
Night practice
The courtyard is deep and silent, and the pigeons in front of the nest are warm.
The piano whimpered so lonely.
The moonlight is deserted, and the sound of raindrops falling is light.
Reminiscing about the spring river flower moon night, the boat song soul dreams of Lou Ting.
Nylon strings appeal tenderness.
Where is Zhiyin, and is Yayun listening?
Note: "Pigeons, Moonlight, Raindrops, Spring River Flower Moon Night, Boat Song" are all guitar songs.
meet
The green trees are yellow and beautiful, and the cold cicadas are hidden in the forest.
Smoke clouds swirl around the peaks.
After the first rain of begonias, the warblers are red.
Flowers bloom and are unintentional, and fate comes and goes with the wind.
But pouring fine wine comforts each other.
The same window years are good, just too hurried.
Qiandeng Lake
Curved shore small bridge pavilion by the willow, lamp lake spring ji shi yong,
The grass is green.
Ziwei laughs at the guest, and the kingfisher plays with the naughty child.
The smoke outside the building is leisurely, and the new lotus flowers are exquisite.
The light boat is endless.
Forget me, eyebrows drunk spring breeze.
About the Author
Tan Guoming is a native of Zhaoqing, Guangdong Province, and now lives in Foshan. He is the chief physician of pediatrics, and has been engaged in clinical medical treatment, teaching and scientific research for more than 30 years. He has a wide range of hobbies, such as poetry, music, and guitar, and his works are scattered on various platforms.