Clusters of azaleas face the sun.
Spread the mountains
Approaching this mountain, I am smaller than every inch of flowers and plants.
People who come out of the mountains are as silent as a mountain.
Silent fire lit the yellow years.
Father's grandmother
I didn't wait for a warm-blooded scholar
It snows in Dabie Mountain
As thick as Daba Mountain becomes eternal.
That year, the mountain flowers were covered with dew.
Many of them are like him.
Most of them are still young, just like azaleas in full bloom.
Only the back has become my imaginary poem.
In the cold winter, I touch every green leaf.
A great dream of home and country
Happy to reach irreplaceable distance.
Flowers carry lofty beliefs.
The mountains are full of childlike feelings.
I have stood respectfully as a mountain flower.
Although I am so young.
Always love the depth and thickness of a piece of land.
Yuewangtai nostalgia
Wind, standing at the mountain pass.
A feeling of Wang Wang has crossed the old dream of a thousand years.
Green vegetation covered the city wall.
Broken walls's skeleton stands on the earth.
The balcony is mottled and the residual temperature still exists.
Humiliating hatred swallowed up the bitter night.
Licking the sword of blood in full bloom.
Looking back, the beautiful woman is gone.
Thousands of tears flow through the long river of sadness and forbearance.
The blood is hot and the knife is cold.
The blood and fire of the skates finally collapsed on the earth.
A fresh red sun
Shine in the time and space where the stars shine in the old country.
Wang Changan
The wind blows the carriage, from a dream
The curtain is about to open, and an iron hoof broke the bright moon in Qin Dynasty.
The yellow sand is long, crossing the border.
Did you leave the mark of Han and Tang Dynasties?
Endless wind and frost, blood and fire cast by sword
Support the rise and fall of the dynasty
The moonlight is cold and the trees are yellow and green.
Night covers those who struggle and cry.
The drums are far away, and the smoke is rolling in the cracks of history.
The walls are mottled and the palace remains the same.
Over the years, the temperature of the Millennium
I can't see the heartbeat of the affair.
Jiangshan, where is the beauty tonight?
The geese flew away from the top of the tower, and a bright moon hung high.
The past is hidden in Xiao Sheng's hometown.
Wake up from a big dream and the city lights up.
Facing Qinchuan in eight hundred miles.
I stood solemnly, and now I have nothing to say.
Brief introduction of the author
Xia overseas Chinese live in Shaoxing, Zhejiang. Poetry and prose can be found in Shilin, Poetry Tide, China Poet, Years, Liaohe, Tangshan Literature, Zhanjiang Literature, Writers Daily, Shanxi Daily, Entrepreneur Daily and Southwest Business Daily. , and was selected into 20 19 selected poems of China and 202 1 China selected poems.