Autumn wind Zou Zheng: Autumn wind sweeps the willows on the lake embankment, leaving leaves like drunkards. How many people in ancient times felt this way?
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Introduction to Zou Zheng:
First, first, first, first, first, first, first, first, first, first, first, first, he doesn't participate in exhibitions, competitions or clubs. Personal calligraphy exhibitions have been held many times at home and abroad, and calligraphy works have been collected by many memorial halls, museums and collectors. His calligraphy theory critical articles (before 20 12) have been published in professional newspapers and periodicals of calligraphy and painting 120.
20 1 1 Write poems, which are published in Poetry Magazine, Yuelu Poetry Society, Xingchen Poetry Society, Hong Kong Poetry Society, Guangzhou Poetry Society, Shenzhen Poetry Society, Kyushu Poetry Society, Gansu Poetry Society, Calligraphy Newspaper, etc. He has published Zou Zheng's Calligraphy Collection, Rural Customs, Zou Zheng Pastoral Poems, etc.
Zou Zheng, above things, is not a vulgar servant. No help, no faction, away from downtown, away from fame and fortune. I live in gedian, a suburb of Wuhan, walking, cooking, making tea, reading, fishing, drinking, writing, writing poems and making friends.
Untitled: I often hear people say how new the world is, but seeing purples is not spring. The moon reflects the shadow of a rabbit, floating in the lake, and insects are singing in the built house. Don't get sick as drunk as a fiddler when you are old, but laugh and groan. Don't ask the crow for food, and the melon shed will nourish the spirit.
Night in the country: I went fishing in front of the door at night and suddenly saw the moon lying in the lake. Clear water and green snails, autumn wind blowing trees, birds singing and listening to spring.
The answer to the book club's question: Qu Gaohe has his own songs that make people admire, and he has been criticized for being widowed many times. The cliff is strange, and Cang Teng is dead.
Night Rain in Early Autumn: It rained for five rounds, and the voice accompanied me to read Ting Yun. Dawn, pen, peak green new.
Upper Yuelu Mountain: It's cold after the rain, and the clouds are drunk with frost and maple. It is different at all times of the year, the most beautiful late autumn red leaves.
Autumn: the sky is high and the clouds are light, and the pond is clear. The vegetation is quietly colored, and the frogs and insects are getting less and less. Leaning against the window, mourning for Leng Yue, beating orioles near the tree. At dusk, cicadas sing and dance from time to time, and people are working hard.