The spring water in spring is clear, and the golden platform is warm;
Hongyan brought books to Yanmen, with thousands of poems.
Note: Professor Yan Quan (Cheng) University. Write more than a thousand poems after retirement. Recently, a book of poetry, The Afterglow of Spring, was published. My teacher sent me a book from Beijing to help me learn rhythm. Chunshuiqing: the scenic spot in the author's hometown; Sunset on the golden platform: the scenic spot in Beijing where the author lives.
Second, to Wang Peng: (Note)
Looking out at Yanmenguan, the wind misses Xiangjiang River;
Xiangjiang River is a thousand miles away in a day, not as deep as Wang Pengshen.
Note: Wang Peng is currently the deputy director of Hunan Provincial Department of Culture. Known as the "Prince of Poetry". His modern poems are vigorous, fluent in language, harmonious in rhyme and clear in rhythm. I'm a huge fan of his. Over the past four years, we have exchanged letters and sincere feelings. I kept writing noon under his drum in case I got sick.
Third, to the golden woman (note)
A hundred flowers make people laugh, and there is a Chinese dream in their hearts;
Write poems and documents, and be contemporary Li Qingzhao.
Note: You Shi in Hebei is a primary school teacher. He wrote many poems to me and made friends with them.
Four. To Fiona Fang 0483 (note)
Take off the military uniform and write hard, and the mountains and rivers sing magnificently;
Soldiers have lofty sentiments in their hearts and stick to their beliefs and ideals.
Attention; Northern friends and foreigners like songs and often exchange works with me.
Verb (abbreviation of verb) for the people (note)
Write poems after work to cultivate sentiment;
Among them, I appreciate the taste, and I like what I like for fun.
Note: The migrant workers in Wuhan love poetry and have been my poetry friends for many years. There is often an exchange of poems.
Six, to the northeast elderly: (note)
Young people dream, old leftovers taste bitter tea;
Read everything in the world and laugh at the fallen flowers.
Note: Retired forestry workers in Changbai Mountain, over 80 years old, still insist on writing.
Seven, break the poem to cook wine (note)
Meet friends online and agree to hit it off;
I don't know your face, but my feelings remain in my heart.
Although the network is illusory, poetry often exchanges;
Hongyan spreads books, but friendship lasts forever.
Note: Guizhou poets often exchange works.
Eight, last month without trace.
The quiet night is far away, the wind is light and the dream is long.
Homesickness has not diminished, and the temples are getting frosty.
Nine, go to Shandong Dahei
Autumn rain, flowers and trees wither, leaves fall;
I want to complain so much. The ends of the earth seek a bosom friend.
Ten, to the moon Fang Dan
In April, Fang Fei is exhausted, and the fragrance of falling flowers is also strong;
I hate that life is short. My body is lighter than feathers.
Those who buried flowers in the past shed endless tears;
Where are lonely souls buried? Just like you feel.
Who writes poetry in Xiangjiang Youshi?