Zheng Chouyu’s poems

Lonely people who are tempered by fire sit and look at flowers

Burning Nine Songs is used to refine love

The Burning Chapter is used to refine one's nature

Refining one's temperament becomes the sword's two blades

And after refining the sword, how can one refining oneself into fire

Refining oneself into a vessel

It’s no longer about yourself but

The truth is as imaginary as it is

This so-called perfection

is the impromptu intrusion of Rong Fei Goose

Have fun without burning your body

Buddha’s outer edge

She walked in and said: I’ll stay

Only until the end of the year At that time

You come and give me one hundred and eight relics

It is said to be the lovesickness bone of the spark of the previous life

And use the heart line of the Bodhi tree's annual ring

Strung into a rosary that changes over time

Is it this life that invites me to sit down with you

In a quiet cave on a dangerous peak

Two flesh bodies, one yin and one yang

Sitting silently counting the rosary beads for eternity

How do you know that my inner demon is disappearing day and night?

When When I pick flowers, the devil in my heart is smiling

Every day I handwrite one hundred and eight words of crazy

I am afraid that love and sin are like nine oxen and practice is like a hair

And you only need to stay for an hour when you come

The relic has melted into my heart and soul

The Bodhi tree has become one with my life

I can’t see me I can’t even see you, I just feel like

A kiss as cool as dew on my lips

Nobleman

Don’t take away my melancholy; that gray one Noble;

Don’t use the hands of the sun to probe my curtain of spring rain,

I don’t like the red chickweed of the sunset to be my window grille,

I dwell in my city, and content myself with the crime of tormenting the day,

Try not my gratitude, though you ride the black knight of the evening wind,

Don't veil me The fog in Westminster Abbey, the stars hidden in the sea lure me:

You should know, that gray noble----

I don’t want to leave, how can I let it go? , this beautiful execution home.

When the west wind passed by

I just wanted to pass by like this, the west wind----

I just blew out my candle and passed by like this

Leaving an unfinished book in hand

But the darkness of the room reflected the blue outside the window.

When the falling tung trees float like the echo of distant years, just like a leaf lightly hidden between the fingers

The emotional sadness of the night scene is condensed in the eyes due to the extinguishing of the candlelight

At this moment, I remember the time of my youth so vividly

Hey, at that time, Aiqian passed by like the west wind.

Life

Sliding down the slope in the sky, I am a meteor with the lights out

I am taking advantage of the coolness of the night rain to catch a trip to gamble Road

The life that is waiting to be thrown is like raindrops, stirring up a night of fog on the lake

Enough, life is so short, but it is so short and gorgeous!

Occasionally, I win, and creation is fascinated by the beautiful arrangement

After all, days are like needles, dragging colorful threads that are first thick and then light

The rising and falling fingers In between, the light and dark of my pride are embroidered

Forget it, life is so fast, so fast and peaceful!

Du ultimatum

This is The garden of the former residence, the stone steps leading to the ruined temple

Who are you coming with tonight? With

The unruliness from the wind and rain, suppressing the memories from the past

A new temple has been built on the forehead, but where has it gone

Our old oil paper

I concluded again and again that the dialect of our communication has not changed

The coincidence in front of the futon and the lotus petals

Or the laughter did not change. The meaning is at rest

Ah, you are no longer a stranger, you come with the wind and rain tonight

The ruined building in my heart has raised its four-cornered eaves

That high The iron horse with thin wings, you have to shake it gently

Gently, ah, those are the tentacles of my dream

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Silently converging On a rainy day in January, February

It is a small green river in the veins of our arms

A ring of whirlpools, jumping out one after another

Jump out of your four-bedroom apartment with the south window open

But at the end of my life——

I am busy sending away the year-round guests like dust

Use every corner of the open space to place your furnishings one by one

Ah, those small furnishings are handmade by you

Put them comfortably in the heart of the two houses Those eight rooms

Sanskrit

Wandered for three thousand years

Finally, the clouds fell off on the westernmost peak

The door is covered with animal rings and the sound of fingers is scattered

Who is returning on the front step

Who is returning on begging along each star

But I heard an ancient male voice

It sounded in the crowd of people

Anyway, I have returned to the mountain gate, so I will go in later

Let me think about it and cross it. Drink some pecks

And turn around and meditate again

The world of six times seven

(Ah Bells and Drums, Forty-Two Words Wonderful Dharma)

The evening class on the first day begins with the scent of incense

Follow the wooden fish to swim out of the lotus at the bottom of the tongue

My soul

Neither nor separation

Daughter-in-law

Daughter-in-law’s home was once a sedan chair in the past

The door was deep and the alley with hanging willow branches was trembling

The reed curtain was rolled up We made an appointment for Yanyan’s wedding in an empty hall

It was an afternoon when a stack of record records turned around without dizziness

Ah Yanyan talked and laughed

And the distant mountains covered with snow are still the cold clothes of the old year

The cloud ridges are still going uphill...

There is no news on the road to the wings

Helpless Mei Xiang always takes advantage of the setting sun

The daughter-in-law who was about to push the quilt looked up sadly

Ah, the unglued kite is still lying on the desk...

Zuixi River Basin (1)

The man playing the bagpipe is talking about his childhood

The man playing the bagpipe

owns the entire Bamboo City that makes the wind happen

Although they have loved to sing the same song since they were young

But their throats are sad

The years pass by in sagebrush fields

The two sides of the uncultivated bank are waiting for spring Pan and winter

The broken notes of a stream splashed

The upper reaches of many stalagmites have the breath of blue bells

But there are always more than those in the lower reaches of Xiaoxiao It’s better than

The cries of horses drinking along the river

Reminding me of the song I loved singing since I was a child

The years of sadness flow through my throat

Flows through the uncultivated banks

And the two banks are still virgin for the promised sacrifice

Drunken Stream Basin (2)

That night They looked at the empty cup across the cup

(Brothers have gone off to war, they are really like sisters-in-law drinking with each other!)

The pleasure on the boat

Just a click

It opened

The marriage mast stood on the sixth finger

That night they looked at Honghong through the candle

(When a brother is deceased, who is the sister-in-law?)

A kind of brown plant grows in the entire watershed

(Is it a lamppost covered with a raincoat!)

Later, the wind blew up the black cloak

It was as spectacular as an earthquake city

Ah, that night they crossed their necks and slowly, slowly nailed the On the cross

Port night

The anchor in the distance rings like intermittent bells

The clouds float like small fish into the soft roundness...

The small waves carry mature laziness

Lightly touching the side of the ship, so greasy and soft

The stone steps of the ferry fall towards the melancholy

This harbor is as quiet as being caressed by mother's hands

The lights on the water turn into golden towers

The shadow of the boat is like an eagle and like the wind Passing through...

Homecoming Song

I have been wandering for a long time, and I want to go home

It seems that I no longer belong to everything here

I want to take off the mast light that has been hung for a long time

Take off the last signal in the voyage

I want to go back...

Every sail They will all sail to the Gulf of La Spezia (Note)

Like the tired sun

Landing there, I know

Every Every cloud will kiss you

The Miluo River is like a clear vortex

Swirling there...

I'm going back

There is an empty blue table in the corner of the sky

There is a banquet where the constellations wash away their dust

In the place where the clouds and sails are hidden

My The lights will rise there...

(Note) The Bay of La Spezia: Where Shelly Disappeared

Raindrops

Our love is like raindrops,

On the road between stars,

our carriage is silent.

I once played in the large transparent forest,

I once bathed in the waterless stream,

It was a river bed crowded with lotus leaf lamps Ah,

It’s the story of morning glory and magpie bridge

What was left there...

What was left there

Our love is like raindrops, slantingly woven into faint memories.

And whether the memory is faded or not, will it remain among the stars forever?

Now they are broken pearls

The world is full of people...

One of the suites of the ruined fortress and frontier fortress

The defenders It has returned, leaving behind

The ruined fort on the border

It can be seen that the grassland was in the 19th century

Now it is a stretch of sand dunes...

The empty arrow holes

The iron nails hanging from the horns

The dusk and the returning boots have worn them down

Garrison The stone stacks of the building

Everything is old

Everything is rusted by the wind and sand

The place where the hero tied his horse a hundred years ago

The place where strong men sharpened their swords a hundred years ago

Here I unsaddled sadly

The lock of history has no key

There is no sword in my luggage

Want a sonorous dream

While the moon is shining, I pass down the sad "General's Order"

From the strings of the piano...

Yedian Frontier Fortress Suite No. 2

Who passed down this poet's trade

Hang up a lamp at dusk

Ah, here we come

A camel with destiny hanging on its neck

A traveler with loneliness in its eyes

Who hung up this lamp

The wilderness Up, a hazy home

Smile and look...

A place with pine fire and singing quietly

A place with shochu and mutton

Some people exchanged wandering directions...

Shepherdess Frontier Suite No. 3

"There are girls who don't want to ride roughshod over people's clothes

There are young people who don't ride horses

The girl wears flowers and waits to get married

The young man gallops to visit his relatives

Hey

There are flowers that will not wither

The horses that cross the bridge don't look back..."

When you When I sang my song

I was lazy at heart

My horse was tired

At that time

Twilight Already heavy

The wine bag is empty...o

Visitors at Dusk, Frontier Fortress Suite No. 4

Who is coming this way

This is wrapped with an upright cooking mat

and a sleepy camel bell

You may be a lone visitor from Shayuan

Sentimental and hearty

Children of the border town

You may have the sorrow and anger of being exiled

Brows like whips

However, you There is a gentle whistle

Gently

Lift up the heavy dusk

Let me light the lamp

Like a watchful geese

Little River Frontier Suite No. 5

Have sheltered the tears of a defeated general

Have sheltered the tears of a lost business traveler

The one who took in the tears of the demoted officials who were banished from far away

The one who took in the tears of the escaped soldiers

O Xiaohe, I am here today

And I, lying beside you without tears

The wind in the sand plain cannot push you

Your heavy and sad sigh

Under the moon , an iron-colored tendon

Making the discouraged earth even lazier

I was born and want to go back to life

You came from afar, We have to go back to the distant place

We compile the songs we picked up everywhere

Our songs are also left in every land...

Skylight

Every night, the stars come to my roof tiles to draw water

I lie down at the bottom of the well and look at it. It is such a deep well.

Since I got the skylight

It’s like peeling off the ice and snow with my own hands

——I am the spring that cannot be tolerated in the North

The stars are all beautiful, occupying the seven circulating nights,

But what about the little blue stars in the south?

The water from the spring spring is already there The pottery vase with noisy sound has not yet hung down on the four walls.

Ah, the stars are all beautiful

And there is only one name that I can see in my dream

That name is as comfortable as flowing water...

Mistress

In a small town of bluestone, my mistress lived

And I left her nothing

Only a piece of gold Chrysanthemums, and a high window

Perhaps, a little loneliness in the sky can come in

Maybe... and Chrysanthemums are good at waiting

Me I think loneliness and waiting are good for women

So, when I go, I always wear a blue shirt

I want her to feel that it is the season, or

The arrival of migratory birds

Because I am not the kind of person who goes home often

Zhifengcao

The sky after the evening rainbow, again , like peach blossoms

The framed chaotic clouds are calligraphy written on

the trade wind, I still have the feeling of being a recipient

, I still remember the intermittently reading "Eaves Drops"

And it ended with a drum...the sound of the red copper of the setting sun

The small window, like the mouth of a mailbox

Many eternal days, dedicated to my name

(It must be dedicated to the wind-knowing grass with inflorescences on the temples!) And

The Jingzhe is like a song, the clear and bright is like wine, but I am the only one.

But in the rain, I am too lazy to be like a pupa

Gift in April

In the rainy season, it is a kind of brown plant,

The soft fibers are suitable for weaving;

The green fields of large-scale farming are too plain.

Who wants to hang up a lantern?

A lamp from the sun! A lamp from the moon!

Nothing will work.

When the lamp is lit, the plant has withered.

There is always a way to cut and weave a piece of rainy season,

I will give it to you as a veil,

It is a bit plain. , a little hazy,

And this is necessary--

Every day, every day, your spring is too bright!

The female slave outside the window

Square window

This small square of night sky is as blue as a treasure and has an oriental luster.

It makes me become a Persian. Before it was used as my crown jewel, it was wiped by the female slaves

which taught me the idea of ??burying it. As long as I close my bottom eyelashes, they

are buried. It will be the faint blue corridor in the tomb palace. I will take the female slaves with me and walk out one step at a time with a kiss.

Round window

This small ring of clear sky is magnetized, and it always holds a cloud like a plate.

The hobby of eating alone is already a thing of my youth. Alas! But I

look forward to the night; when the night comes, there will be wine in the empty cup, and the ones that appear on the plate...those slave girls who don’t like to move around are always obese. .

＊Word Window

I am a god facing the south, my bare arms wrapped in gauze-like night. So,

The star hanging on my wrist is my slave girl.

God’s slave girl has a name. Take one, forget the other, and sometimes call the wrong one. Sometimes, I hold them in the limbs of the window and let them spin like a windmill

to talk about the wind.

Water Alley

The green hills around are too high, making it look like a clear sky

Like a blue window...

We often close it Window curtains of clouds

It was overcast, and there were tassels of rain falling

I used to love hearing the sound of voices and the sound of priests

But now it’s for you Feeling at ease in the small courtyard

Forget it

It doesn’t matter whether his fate in this life is worth a thousand years of wisdom

Who allowed you and me to meet

We meet like two fishes in this small water alley

Night Song

At this time, our harbor is quiet

The long nose of the overhead crane points to the sky

It looks like a giant elephant eating food

And the stars in the sky are about to fall if they are real

It stirs your heart What makes me sad is the slow first-level wind on the sea

A small tide is hitting the thousands of guardrails in our harbor

You will not be able to see the names of all the ships clearly.

And you feel that all the lights are familiar

Each one is like a past event, a love

At this time, our harbor is really quiet. . When the wind and the lamp

When the sorrow and the past are like a small tide

You will love to walk quietly, just like me quietly

Walk by, here is the beautifully curved Pier 14

Over the South China Sea

The glazed Three Realms bonsai box was broken like a box

The quietness that goes together becomes the Zen of chance

The long eyelashes that cannot be closed are as graceful as the wings

And the icy blue melts into the morning dew of purple bamboo

I can’t help but look like pecks for food -

In the South China Sea, we are like a burst of pigeons

The spring breeze is made of whistles

The distant mountains are covered with The shade of clouds

The mermaids are chattering around Putuo

The archipelago of *ershe is taking a rest in the strait

Everything is due to spring -

We were like pigeons in the South China Sea

The book on the two-legged system was given to my husband by Guanyin

Push

Taipei Basin

Like a cello in a box

Inlaid with green jade...

Naked Guanyin Mountain

Towards the strong arms of Datun Mountain in the distance

Winning your eyes

Looking to the left and south

It is the front of the Central Mountains with heavy forests

The Keelung River Valley is like a lock of sound

The golden key of sunshine keeps fiddling with it

Where the clouds fly

Me too Stretch out my ice ax

Put a string on that colorful rainbow bow

And this resting cello

is the wisest thing in the world Ci Ling Zhi

Be silent to those who come by chance——.

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