1966 was born in August in fuding city, Fujian Province, and is a middle school teacher. Director of Chinese Poetry Society, Vice President of Fujian Poetry Society and President of Taimu Poetry Society. 1September, 1999 won the Fujian Excellent Literary Works Award and the first prize of the 9th Scholar Poetry Award. 20 10 won the first prize of the 3rd China Poetry Award. He is the author of Poems of Gu Yin House and Poems of Love of Zhi Yanzhai.
Chinese name: Wang Hengding
Alias: Gu Yin Landlord, Zhiyanzhai, Zhiyanzhai, etc.
Nationality: China.
Ethnic group: Han nationality
Place of birth: fuding city, Fujian.
Date of birth:1aug 966
Occupation: teacher
Representative works: Poems of Ancient Yin Lou, Love Poems of Zhi Yan Zhai, etc.
Artistic style of poetry
Wang Hengding's poems pay attention to the inheritance of tradition, and he is familiar with the rhythm of poetry. Creation can be combined with modern people's life, thoughts and feelings, and the relationship between inheritance and innovation can be handled well, which can show its artistic personality and aesthetic accomplishment in terms of meaning, material selection, angle, image and language. The poems written are original, relaxed and natural, and unique. The language of Zhi Yanzhai's love poems is really pure and touching, with appropriate spirit and style, flashy and gorgeous, without boasting or fighting.
Selected poems of Guyinlou
Feeling fu of boarding Juyongguan
It's hard to look back when you think about the past. I would like to make friends with Yan and lament the generosity of the sword as frost.
Yingtai
Isn't the son of heaven sad? Yingtai Bridge is cut off from water. The old willow tree by the lake should remember the sentimental sick child.
Huangshan herringbone waterfall
Turning to the spiritual source is absolutely vulgar, and the elegance is particularly interesting. A seal that crosses the sky is unforgettable, and you should be clean and white.
Yuefen Shugan
Zhongda donates with red blood, and you and your daughter are most jealous of ministers and men. Even if Qin Gui comes back, the general may not die.
Ode to the Year of the Ox
Jia Jian lowered his head and let his reputation go in one ear and out the other. Hate boring tails, sweep away blood sucking worms on the earth.
Command cicada
Xuanan rests in peace and worries about the wind and dew, and I rest in peace on the mountain. Holding your chest is precious, but you haven't met a bosom friend.
Green bamboo
There are two or three bamboo poles in front of the window, which are rugged and cold. I don't envy my son for being right all the time, but I occasionally think of taking a look at it.
A female employee [usually a young immigrant woman]
Wandering around the world without mercy, bitter rain and sour wind are quite thin shoulders. I didn't get paid until the first month, so I sent money to my brother to study first.
It is a rainy day after school.
Open colorful umbrellas, the rain rustles and one person becomes a flower. Flowers pour out of the school gate like the sea, and spring scenery spreads thousands of miles.
My wife
Marry a husband who loves to write poetry, but is poor and self-reliant. Where can I get a cosmetic mirror when I am busy? I'm too thin to know plum blossoms.
Into the mountains
Mountain after mountain, forget the way you came. There are two or three sounds of returning birds, and the sunset is thousands of trees.
Which generation of monument is Taiqing, and whose tomb is Caobi? Water and breeze, carefree and don't look back.
Studying in the kitchen because of this uniform.
It is wonderful to attack books and cook, and it is eclectic. The dishes are well sung and the poetry is mellow.
There is no meat in the belly of three meals, and there is a god in the chest. Why don't you find a quiet place? Smoke man, come here.
Drop the subject
Material desires cross-flow, tearing down the public wall to fill the private wall. The appearance of monkeys depends on clothes, and they are busy with wine and meat.
Dream of rain millet, dream of disturbing the ocean mulberry. The human farce should finally end, and we still have to see the ending.
Plum blossom ode
Nanzhi is proud of the vanishing cream and comes standard with natural light makeup. Often set each other off with Song Jun, not with peaches and plums.
Idle people say that lonely mountains are gorgeous, and waves and butterflies don't know jade and fragrance. Whoever leans on the tower to blow the jade emperor will have a long grudge.
Dajiang drink
Dancing dragons all over the mountain, the years are eventful. The giant dam has been locked, and the clouds and rains have suddenly set off strange peaks.
Wan Li Cheshu always agrees that it is difficult to find all the characters in a thousand years. May Yopoxian get drunk and sing wildly today.
Nian Nujiao's Comment on Dongpo Chibi Nostalgia Rhyme
Wandering through the ages, looking at the SAO altar, who said there was nothing in his eyes? Tracing back to 300 innocent songs is more spiritual. Seven sons and three Cao Cao and Du Li were all angry with Kunlun Snow. Inheriting the past and connecting the future, talented people come out from Jiangshan.
Why is it poetry? Appreciate the audience and complain, just because of time. You are favored when you are idle, but ruined when you laugh. Beat the elegy, wail on the railing, and erect me to the crown. Hard words are empty, why not sing with romantic?
He Xin lang ci Jia Xuan's rhyme "I am weak"
Heroism gradually disappeared. Ask Long Yuan, how much is left in the half-life lake? Such a head has promised itself and will eventually become a thing? Adding sadness and joy to the flowers and the moon. Don't be too white-eyed when you are drunk. Who is your friend? Truth and falsehood are similar.
The edges and corners are thin, and the bones are in the sun. Depending on the dangerous column, who can perfunctory, late and leave early. Dazzled and carefree, it's hard to understand. Love love, many origins. The vast Gankun has nowhere to live, leaving only vicissitudes and a scholar's ear. Reading Zhuangzi in the shadow of a lamp.
Selected love poems of Zhi Yanzhai
Three melancholy poems
one
Affectionate is born of parting, and there is no chance to see jade. I would like to be a tree outside the window, and I would like to stand in the autumn wind.
two
Too much love, but afraid of being known. In the mirror, there is silk on Xiao Lang's temple. The saddest thing in life is to be late when you are young.
three
Last night, the lights sang last night, and I was trapped by love I came back looking for a dream of spring and disappointed in the sound of autumn.
Untitled
Bo Han donated _ _, and the land was recalled to Sun Lan. I've never seen a bluebird. I'm dreaming.
There is no solution to real worry, and love cannot be said. Whispering in the maple forest at night, returning alone to cover the door.
People in the same occupation
It's never too late to seek seclusion on a whim, and the shadows of sunset red trees are uneven. My heart has turned to the mountain road, and there are hello poems.
Chezhong
The scenery by the window is cool in the evening, and the eyebrows are close at hand. This meaning is difficult for others to understand, and I hope to hide it in my heart for a thousand years.
Title two photos
one
One is ashamed and the other is sad. There is no reason to be gentle. Who knows in a hundred years? You and I are ashes and stones.
(Note: It was taken in front of a boulder in Taimu Mountain)
two
Falling into the world of mortals is undistorted, rough and lofty. Romantic love has no regrets, and famous mountains are accompanied by beautiful women.
Ten poems by Qi Huai
one
Teenagers always lust after sex, but it's hard to forget the past. Love to imitate Yingying outside the window, making her smile and watch the shutter.
two
I use the spring breeze to thank my family. The frontier is like a dream. Outside the hedge in the corner of the small garden, the flowers are planted together.
three
It's hard for a jade face not to be absolutely happy, and it's hard not to be angry with me. I remember the day when Blue Bridge broke up, the shark beads were a string of human bombs.
four
Ling Fei's fine print holds incense notes, and the dream of spring is like a pear cloud in Wan Li. A piece of paper is hard to put down, but it should be like holding a jade.
five
The news of qingluan is in the clouds, and the acacia of red beans has not stopped. Autumn insects are in the pillow, the moon is outside the window, and it is difficult to find out in the dream.
six
Falling flowers, wind and rain, a small red chamber, a warm and sad period. I may not cling to my old dreams, but I can't remember my original emotions.
seven
Rainy night rain stains the roots, where can the warblers find dreams? But the heart will never die, because jumping hands can understand Iraq.
eight
Affection is easy to be covered by feelings, and one heart can't hold it. Suppose this life is meaningless. Who will solve the jade chain?
nine
Willow attracts hate, orchid is gaunt and fragrant. The wind dew low for a long time, Leng Yue came to see Song Yubi.
ten
There is a lot of helplessness and hatred, and Zhu Yanxuan is grinding. Stay in front of the flowers, heartbroken and youthful.
Untitled three songs
one
Give me the most charming cherry language, looking back is far away. Cherry has become a heart stone and has not been sold for fifteen years.
two
Feng Gang was wet with wind and rain, drunk on the 12th floor of Yaotai. The purple mansion is gradually thinning bluebirds, and the bridal chamber is full of red ice.
three
The wind in the willows cries to sleep, and the stars are a little brighter. Yingying Shui Yang's shadow is soft, and the boss will stand with her at the bridge.
if
Pretend to make eyes at me and teach me how not to be possessed. Everyone else has left, just laughing and joking for a while.
Turn off the appliances
Listening to the wind and rain, I always miss each other, but I don't leave gently. I was afraid to make a phone call, so I turned it off after sending a text message.
Two songs about red beans
one
Qiu Jiang doesn't feed magpies, and the cold pearl night is quietly exposed. I miss that man so much that he still doesn't sleep, so I clean the red bean window.
two
I once threw red beans into my arms and never came back to the blue bridge. Red beans are still in my heart, and the fire has not turned to ash.
Shen Jianian's Eve in beginning of spring
As long as you don't want poetry, you can enjoy the spring night. Having a glass of wine in front of people makes me ecstatic and crazy.
Sigh softly
Casual hair and lazy lips, small things often make me feel more serious. Looking at the light rain on the railing in the sunset, why sigh?
recently
You've always looked down recently, and we all know why. If you don't say hello to your face, others will inevitably get suspicious.
Sit separately
Sing the last song euphemistically. Who are you worried about? I didn't know that the person sitting next to me was more sad than you.
Two tanabata songs
one
The milky way waves splash, who is missing tonight? Meteors occasionally feel blue. Bless lovers.
two
The golden wind and jade dew repay the gift, and the stars turn to fans. Fifteen years ago this evening, someone leaned against the painting building.
Meet sb. leave
A glass of wine silently sends you away, and the parting thoughts are different. The relationship between dust and love is easy, and there are white clouds everywhere.
There was a present at the dinner party.
After several years of ecstasy, fate met again. The goblet is dry and has a high alcohol content. It's different to drink with you.
Online and poetry anthology
one
After reading the Iraqi letter, the night is cold. I'm dying. Let me die for love.
two
Every time I see Iraq, my heart trembles. Yi makes me sad, but I'm still in the dark.
three
I saw Qing off in the spring, and Qing didn't come back in the spring. Alone under the flower tree, there is no time to breathe.
four
How much do you know about the past and the present? Poor earth, nowhere to arrange.
five
I remember ten years ago, it was raining in the forest, like fog. Hold an umbrella together. I used to go this way.
six
Write a thousand poems, don't wait for others to explain. I only hope that when you watch it, you will shed tears for it.
seven
The dew on the lotus leaf is round, silent and even. Like my heart, crystal clear and easily broken.
Don't borrow books
Not your book, but your face. I return and borrow books every day. I'm glad to see you for a long time.
It is difficult for me to understand the meaning of this book, but it is difficult for me to distinguish its meaning. I'm afraid your book is easy to borrow, so it's no longer convenient.
Sijiake
one
1923, such as electric galloping, the heart of the piano was once a jade branch. Carefully pour bamboo leaves and mud, she drinks, and she laughs at my infatuation with peach blossoms.
Where does Lingtai plant acacia on a blue day and lonely time? Love is green, and several poems win.
two
Fascinated by the east wind leaning on the painting screen, Jiao Ying still calls. Taking pictures together before and after the flowers, the eyes and eyebrows are always affectionate.
The song turns and dances gracefully. Lan Juhua is pitifully thin. How many rouge baths can I take? Gao Tang's dream woke up.
three
The red screen window sleeps late, and the dream still loves begonia branches. In the third spring, the scenery is sad and a kind of mood is unknown.
Children's tears, short poems. Memorizing the time in boredom. All the way to Pengshan Road, Wan Li, Jade Bird always comes home late.
four
Another year, begonia blossoms like a misty rain. A lot of butterflies dream of adding new enemies, and less sex to continue the old relationship.
Written by Su Huijin and Xue Tao. Heart scars and tears are always lingering. When did you end your acacia debt? Twelve columns are full of withered moons.
five
The brocade tent lamp is faint and fragrant, and the silver Zheng is urgent. The soul is three thousand miles away from fresh water, and the dream is around the twelve peaks of Wushan.
The tenderness of love, the obscurity of things, crying without complaining. Youth has a history of sadness, which is slightly the same as that of Yangzhou Xiaodu.
six
Most importantly, when the soul wakes up, the editor writes about lovesickness. In the spring breeze, the piano is heartbroken, and in the night rain, the candle tears hang down from the window.
In my sleep, crossing the bridge. There are two puzzles on the stone. How to treat Xiao Lang's disease? Show your eyebrows for your book for a while.
seven
Xie Nvfeng looked back at Haitang and tried on new makeup with a half-shutter. Jiao came to tease me softly. I was drunk and poor Yi smiled.
In the moonlight, by the stream, the stars are shining. Embrace each other and forget to return, not to avoid deeper wind and dew.
Huanxisha
one
Hand-picked begonia, crimson English wrist fragrance. Hequ nine times to recognize softhearted.
The spring dream is thin and the autumn heart is long. Why does love ask the sunset?
two
I suspect that Yaotai is a fallen crimson fairy, and her romantic attitude is pitiful. A song of the Qing Dynasty is a feast for Joan.
Broke eyebrows, still graceful, more touching eyes. The meeting was held on Apricot Flower Day.
three
Candle shadow shakes red to try on evening makeup, sweet as mist. Hibiscus is in full bloom in the middle of the water.
It's beautiful to relive old dreams, and the desire for love is crazy for you. What's wrong with orchids because of their fruits?
four
The blue bridge guest hates many, and the canoe is short and graceful. You can't sing when you cry.
A thousand wisps of carefree smoke surrounded the tree, and an old dream sank. Can I still see that man?
five
How many times have things changed? Aunt ma came again, very sad. Double hanging jade chopsticks wet fragrant cheeks.
Yee Meng once left the shadow of the stars and the Han Dynasty, and she paid for the volcanic ash with deep affection. Will you come back like a flower?
Huanxisha Qin Ting
The stars and eyes are small and beautiful, and the hands are slender and rhythmic. Teach people to fight for it?
The song will add melancholy everywhere, and it will become lonely when it is deep. A trace of Leng Yue hangs a layer of clouds.
Pick mulberry seeds
I was crazy when the flowers fell. Agree this life, agree the afterlife, and follow me and Qing together.
Now I hold back my tears and remember. Who is affectionate and heartless? Swallow comments in front of the curtain.
Serenade of peace and joy/lyrics of peace, tranquility and joy
one
Knocking on the window and raining at night, the dream breaks the cold. The lovesickness on the pillow can't be waved away and turned into lingering bitterness.
I want to send you a colorful note, but I can't bear to teach the stars to cry If you keep it, you may miss this life.
two
Come and go, it's hard to stay after all. When I was sent to the court, the wind filled the trees, my heart was broken and I walked lightly.
Go back to my room, I can't sleep. I opened the window and sent a message to Shan Juan: "Please be my witness tonight, because I love and hate Iraq."
Oil locust in Linjiang county
I remember seeing you by the river that year, a blooming hibiscus. The moth's eyebrows are soft and fluffy. Rubbing willow leaves behind people makes people blush first.
Where is the tenderness? Desolate and broken. The old dreams of the frontier are all in blowing in the wind. Spring waves are still green, and the sky is gone.
There are gifts when I come back from my mountain trip.
one
Where to look for traces of spring? Wandering in the mountains to escape and prosper. Just be fascinated by the road ahead and get drunk with you.
two
Wild birds frequently peep at your beautiful image, and Ying Xiao Wo, a mountain flower, is affectionate. Wild birds meet year after year, but they dare not walk alone in spring.
three
The words are warm and sweet, gathering like spring dreams and scattering like smoke. Acacia tears will turn into blood and Qian Shan will dye azaleas.
Mid-autumn short message
You are like an autumn moon, and I am like an autumn cloud. Love you, it's better to leave when we meet.
Even number problem
one
The bottle is for Qiu Lan to count arrows, with faint fragrance and oblique shadow. The Iraqis refused to come and enjoy each other, and the common customs were negative to China.
two
It is always hard to guess when you are confused. I don't think Jun Jun will come every day. Sadness is getting stronger and stronger and tea is getting weaker and weaker. Why does the breeze open the door?
three
Bright eyes like electric eyebrows, flowers like Iraqi flowers. The house is full of fragrance and soft language, and Pengshan is close at hand.
four
At the beginning, there were two or three lines in small letters, and the jade finger was stained with ink. Don't have enchanting words, stop writing with low eyebrows and think.
five
Laughter and tears often doubt Su Shi's career and pay for his own decline. Old celebration comforts the suffering of lovesickness, and the balcony at dusk is illusory.
six
How long does it take to enjoy Schumann's poems in front of the lamp like a dream? A heart is fragrant and tears are hot, and I have no regrets all my life.
seven
I'm so sorry to hear your news. I'm so sorry to thank Kulan for a night of frost. It's easy to get lost when you are in love, and you can fly even if you fold your wings.
eight
Yan Xi will come back next year and the flower show will reopen another day. Life hates flowing water, and stones block the peak and do not return.
nine
Orchids are scattered, happy and desolate. At that time, the short messages were all gossip, and it hurts to read them today.
ten
There is no reason to be wrong. Looking back, I hate falling flowers. Zen is hard to understand. I drink Kuding tea alone behind closed doors.
eleven
Dip in water and write a book on the ground. If you write in a hurry, it will be blurred. The fate of life and death should be the same, and the momentary pleasure is fleeting.
Huanxisha tears
Tender as water, eyes hook people, as soon as I read you, I feel sad. Xiaoxiang bamboo still has dead stains.
Don't send pearls hanging on your eyelids, but also pay attention to bitter wine. Deeper darkness flows to the pillow.
Two Poems by You Shenyuan
one
There are still green waves under the bridge, because love begets hate. I advise you not to carry a hairpin, for fear of causing sorrow to the emerald moth.
two
Sorrow is like rain, and the platform of Liuchi withers. Independent and silent, you are in a secluded place. Who pities the three flowers and plants?
Died Hua Lian Buna Lanrong is like the original rhyme of "Hard work cherishes the sun and the moon"
The lotus under the moon is a lotus. Next month, the beautiful image is just right to wear. The unique Iraqis are as clean as washing and warm as soon as they meet.
Flowing water and green mountains are all feelings, so let me be crazy and talk about acacia in detail. The tree is quiet, the wind is still blowing, and the butterfly is flying outside alone.
Huanxi shabulai
Chu Yun can't recruit, and the Milky Way encircles Pei Road. The amorous feelings have been so negative all night.
Dream shadow should urge double tears, and the heart is still burning for a person. Don't blow your dick in the depths of falling flowers.
Dui Taohua
A smiling mountain, do you still recognize Liu Lang when you are old? If you are not crazy, you still have tears, and there are not many confidantes.
Three Poems of Youxian Cave
one
Several places on the cliff are red with azaleas, and streams flow over the rocks. May the Iraqis stop together and listen to the breeze in the most secluded place.
two
Spring mountains are like water, and wild birds are singing. Laughed with friends several times and looked at the flowers on the roadside with greed.
three
The vast fairy rock axe splits, and the flying stream should come from nine days. Looking for spring dreams on the sansheng stone, the beads are wet and green.
Linjiangxian
I like to look at those bright eyes, which are full of beautiful images at first sight. Listen to the running water in the mountains. Tea in the pot smells good, and ink marks on the paper smell good.
Love affair, a hundred years of fame and fortune. Where is the world of mortals looking for love? But ask for a good spring dream, and don't complain about customs.
Looking at the sea after drilling a well is a photo of Iraq.
Wan Lifeng came to the Maojian of prey, and Pengshan still has a long way to go. Once upon a time, the sea should be cherished, and don't pay deep affection for the ebb tide.
With * * * Pinzhengshan people.
A small tea soup, as strong as wine, has many flavors in it. Stop and look after each other, and the beautiful flute plays "Red Chaos".
Give a gift to a friend
It's a long way to go, Xiu Yuan, looking back on your dreams. Our generation is heartbroken, but Iraqis endure tears but bow their heads.
The days of heptachlor are really ruined, and the wine needs to be repaired. Turn to envy and whisper Shuang Yanzi, I wonder if there is sadness between heaven and earth.
shout slogans
Charming and exquisite jade adds fragrance and caresses strings for me. When I leave, I will raise my eyebrows very low. I wonder who I will hug tomorrow.
talented
This book is full of nostalgia, and I will participate in meditation tonight. Although love is not as good as tea, it will become sweet after some hardships.
occupy
Soft words are gentle and smiling, but they are also touching in a hurry. Looking back at red, there should be countless troubles, and the troubles are still like teenagers.
Untitled
one
Xiao Chanjuan, charming in speech and simple in smile, is full of fun sitting beside a book. Looking around clearly, people suddenly remembered that they were in the mountain spring.
two
A room full of tea and ink is unusual for ghosts. What I enjoy most is forgetting words, having a low laugh and having a bright leader.
Deng Qian
one
I was moved in front of the lamp and my heart was pounding. Tell me in a low voice. Remember, don't look into your eyes.
two
Thinking of the good times in front of the lamp, I love my life. It is expected that I still owe you this life, two lines of tears.
Untitled
Oil stains and wine stains are still fresh in my memory, and the blue one only feels sorry for himself. The flowers in my dream are old and beautiful, and the scenery in front of me is the first Yi Chan.
Three thousand pieces of paper, wandering for twenty years. Returning to the Jianghu will eventually break the contract and you can't bear to ask for a second life.