-Xianning Dictionary
Deng Hongshi
The river of no return ..., changing jobs rhymes with the belly of the Yangtze River.
Xia, Shang, Yin, Zhou, fu "the change of the avenue, each for his own life ..."
Qin Huang Hanwu, casting "wild, all help Xianning." ①
The wind of Wu Chu, the moon of Han and Tang Dynasties, criticized the Book of Songs and the Book of Changes.
Chu Ci and Han Fu; Inhale for a thousand years, both inside and outside.
Good water leads to virtue, and the matter of handling-
Here we go: the wind is mighty, the Qian Shan is boundless, and all is silent.
A gentleman goes with the flow, keeps himself sane, and people ebb and flow.
Sailing against the current, the hazy river of fireworks ...
Chu Ci is a riverbed, and Han Fu is a backyard suitable for railings.
Nine songs, nine articles and nine chapters of Li Sao ...
The huge waves set off, making the peaks bow and sing forever.
"The road is long, Xiu Yuan, and I will go up and down."
But the walls stand thousands of miles, the peaks are towering and the cliffs are dangerous.
Let Qu Zi stand upright, wake up alone in the floating world and accept it.
Loneliness, grief and indignation; Leave and look around.
Poor life; A voice of pride and tears
Let the river, and quietly raised a few minutes-
The river continues to rise. It comes from the snow-capped mountains and splits the floating world.
Carrying morning dew, going to Japan is much more bitter; Jiangnan wet apricot blossom spring rain
Wet the hero's armor and crown; Wet bronze statue
Five elements, the tripod of ups and downs; It also wet the flying boat that stopped the waves.
Blue-and-white wine festival, virtual motherland, Ling Xiao wrote poems.
On the west side of the old base, Xiao Qiao's feather fan is lingering with Zhou Lang's black silk scarf.
The boat is horizontal, the man stands, and the sword is empty.
There is love, rain and snow; But for your sake, I've been thinking it over. ...
The smoke of words bent the flowing water and the Three Kingdoms.
The inner wound is dormant and dodging in one of the waves.
What else is on the river? Drunk boat with perilla leaves
Follow the rhythm of nothingness, reminisce about the past and satirize the present with a poem "Nian Nu Jiao".
There must be an unknown fate, stretched infinitely by a river.
Half a river is weak, witness your early birth. Go underground
But there is nowhere to hide; In the world of mortals for thousands of years, there is no way to join the WTO.
I had to live in a half-river fishing fire, covered in frost.
There is also the aftermath of a robbery, shouting "water tune"
Talking and laughing, I accidentally knocked over Jiang Yi's Song Ci and Tao Jing.
A romantic hangover is about equal to.
Two rows of autumn geese, a pillow of resentment and a crescent moon?
The Millennium wind blows the horseshoe of the king.
He also plays the golden helmet and the real armor, which is full of mystery.
Blowing colorful moonlight and stars; Zhashan
Pride of twists and turns, elegance of a poem, and pity.
Let the gentle waves of the river leave a grudge from now on.
"There are tears in my eyes and blood, and the waves are sad."
I don't know that heroes of past dynasties have long been criticized by Jianghu-
You didn't see the flood soup, the misty rain was slightly wet. ...
The dispute between running water and Tianmen is an eternal worry.
Wave after wave of gentle blue waves, Tianmen breaks.
Without permission, he jumped generously and died.
Like lightning and thunder. Intermittent water
Open in the Chu River ...; Only Chu Youcai can flourish.
This is the spirit and mind of Jingchu earth; Weak flowing water
The cry of blood is like gold forged by words.
-Refine the real body in a lower place. It is full of iron.
From then on, I realized the small and the big.
The scenery is my heart. How many green hills and poems, stumbling
Jump into the running water and touch the invisible heart.
Just like this moment: I feel the earth trembling slightly, a heart.
Also follow the trembling, nourishing the silent power.
A horse that has done the border plug drums and Chinese characters; achievement
Fishing boats sing late, and there are tablets of perilla; Also realized
I want to smoke a thousand miles, and the dusk is heavy. ...
A spray jumped gently and returned to calm.
People are still coming and going on the earth, without disturbing the moonlight.
A ripple and a surging wave are arranged to meet on the road.
They held hands and never parted, forming a distant old country.
And the earth; The waves are shining, the shore is bright, and the light at that time is faint.
Everything is silent, beauty is intertwined with beauty, and heart meets heart.
They are each other's harp and strings; If I press my heartbeat,
The Yangtze River stopped raining, leaving a blank space in the poem.
Will be replaced by a row of egrets, a row of egrets.
I don't know if Chu and Han dynasties, as well as Wei and Jin dynasties, replaced the majestic high heaven.
The empire is patting the Tang poetry, and the sunset is patting the Song poetry.
If I say homesickness, the river will no longer be surging and mighty.
A fish, immersed in classical running water, poked its head out.
Show shallow dimples and frightened eyes
In the boundless twilight, chopping waves and going upstream-
Please forgive my lateness and ignorance. A river replaced me.
Watch the Millennium; When I came, my body was in pieces and desolate everywhere.
The wind blows the countryside, and the wind blows the floating world; Blow you and me.
A heart that has passed away for many years begins to meditate.
Literally, it debugs Wu Yun; I tried to imitate running water.
A few flashes; When the red sun jumps out of Tianmen, a ray of Xia Guang.
Instantly penetrate the inner world of the world of mortals; Then he turned around a few times.
Stumbling, but the soul is leaking and the wound is collapsing.
I have nowhere to hide. Fortunately, there is a bright moon coming to earth privately.
Accompany me in Chibi and Jiugong; Yin Mu Shui Lin Taiyi (2)
"Deep in the white clouds, a pillow of Yuquan sound"; Occasionally osmanthus sells wine.
Building a house in a bamboo forest, fishing alone in the cold autumn, waiting for the returnees from a long trip.
I know: "Friend, it will take a lifetime to come back ..."
In this magnificent place, I was born to be your spray, reflection or dream.
In this way, the bright moon rises and the fish jumps out of the gate; brummagem
Affectionate Ying Xiao Wo, Fahua was born early; When I hold your Chu ci
Still Han Fu, kneeling deeply, Shangcheng is still surnamed Tang.
Xia Gan is still called Song; The autumn wind is still there and the grass is flying.
Su Shi's great river is still kissing Li Bai's voyage shadow. ...
The stars leaned down from the empty place and looked at the river ...; great river
I gently pushed it away and left the window with a faint sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance.
The sunset clouds fold the sails, and the flowing water reflects the egrets.
Blue waves swaying moonlight; It's like waking up from a big dream and making up for a beautiful woman.
-What a gift. A gift.
Under the background of harmony, virtuous, kind and good,
Let go of your ambition I don't deserve to be a hermit, a crack in my heart
Smoothed by her beauty; Then there is a osmanthus flower.
Or bamboo, flowing into your immortal stream.
In this way, the phoenix is nirvana, the birds fly high and the river surges. ...
Fly posture, set off a frenzy, roll up a hurricane
Push the front mountain, push the river, the sky.
I heard its voice over and over again, warm, full and full.
Above are stormy waves, below are humble, persistent and tenacious.
I am deeply loved and delighted by the earth again; There must be something smaller.
What deserves our love and praise is like a screw.
A nail, a spray, or a cliche?
They washed their beauty with sweat, thanking and paying tribute to everything.
Let the polluted soul be baptized again. ...
The sleeves are fragrant and flourish in the long wind.
Warm and clear, rippling in the blue waves-
Everything has its own drooping beauty, those sweaty words.
It constitutes the great ambition of Jingchu for thousands of years.
And in the distance, or beyond, a city that keeps flowing.
Before dawn, hidden in the tiny side of a poem.
I'm sure I didn't look at that river again, that river.
Has been in the poem, the second time to open-
As the surging river flows eastward, civilization is absorbing and breathing. ...
Beauty and beauty are playing and chasing; When I ride the wind
Through the Book of Songs, Chu Ci and Han Fu ...
The beauty of all changes; A river is full of spring water, taking mountains and rivers as an example.
Pastoral and village, I must bow down to you again.
Please allow me to surge and tremble ... to eliminate storms and lightning.
The world is short of water, 3 thousand, as a drop of water.
You are my eternal river, my eternal life and my hometown.
Time flies, the years are quiet and the wind holds its breath.
I must take Chu ci as a ladder and Han fu as a pillar; Tang poetry is the pillar,
The eaves of Song Ci rebuilt a Wangjiang Tower in my heart.
Let sweat and metaphor rise above your eyes and cross the wind and rain.
Into the eternal flow together, and be reborn from now on-
The river of no return ... The great river is full of security tripods and magnificent pearls.
The crown on the earth leads the chanting and flying in the East.
Note: ① The citation is the ancient source of Xianning.
(2) This is Xianning scenic spot.
This poem won the first prize of the first China Xianning World Chinese Poetry Competition sponsored by the Chinese Poetry Society on February 26th, 20 14, with a prize of 500,000 yuan. At the same time, this poem was engraved on the ancient city wall of Shiliutan Park in Xianning City and exhibited permanently.
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