"Original Poetry" Yan Yan | The golden storage of the Taoism is valuable, where to buy youth (20 poems)

Thinking in the month

The obstacle of the mountains and the moon, the moon, the same, the disabled night is lonely and shocked,

The narrow weather is difficult to accommodate the ice and shadow, how much ancient questions are silent.

Re -smelting old exercises every time

Silver armor Gan Ge has ten winds, and he still holds the phoenix in his arms.

Therefore, people flew all the peach blossom noodles, and still remembered Chuntai Fengyun.

Phoenix groove, pipa too.

Mind

Wandering all over the world of Tianya, Fanlou, a mountain store in Shanliao Village,

What is the old age of returning?

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The days of the day and the times became a thousand machines, and the left and right no sword did not slaughter.

It is difficult to invite pet guests, and when you are, you are still ashamed.

Old scripture

Wan Duan fully realizes the oldy body, and Zhenzhong must take the morning 暾,

The golden reserves are valuable, and wherever you buy youth.

Autumn moon

There is a common appointment in the sky, thank you all the fate,

Lonely white -haired people, drinking Qiu Boyue alone.

Sucanic Temple of Jiulong Temple

Empty mountain vomit fog cage Zen, the old monk of the ugly temple opened the nighttime,

Recite the infinite meaning of the Buddha, and Hongchen did not know the year.

Rain

In the spring color of the dangerous building, in the rain curtain of Xiaomeng,

The mountain trail Yun Lan 鹧鸪, a few times.

Remembers

I always have old people who are old, and I am in the world.

Who recalled me in the dream for a century?

Jiangcun

The setting sun is oblique, and the boat is sideways.

Go to the bird fishing village, and cook a few cooked smoke.

Bamboo

There is a confidant for opening the roll, walking my own independence,

Whoever is in the heart is common, and there are many bamboo under the window.

On the month

Silence, autumn and yin flowers are all out of time, comforting love string hiding at dusk,

Yuntou faded on his eyebrows, and he took the old crane.

Return

Two thatched houses, half a iron hoe sickle;

Shanyue village wine, loose wind into cold strings;

Hundred years of cumbersome things, a dream lightly flying smoke;

Lin Yan finally returned, and the old soul was safe.

Groan

East windows and west windows, giving old mountain forest poetry tea,

In the dream red dust out of Dream Valley, Yun Chanxue asked plum blossoms.

Jiangyan

Drizzle enters the Jiangyan, and the light bay fishing boat,

The fishing lamp is in the twilight, and the gulls are accompanied by the gulls.

Drunk

Thanks to the old dust, the clouds and empty valley nights,

A pot of Maoting wine, drunk lying in the autumn mountain moon.

Mountain moon

Baiyun moves Yushu, Wanlu is dusk;

Graduate the night, the micro -light lying on the Mu Village;

Qingshan is like solving, Haoyue is right;

The yes are right, forget the ancient and modern.

Chrysanthemum

In the morning and fainting, the faint chanting east fence, I am tired of the village and the wine is thin,

The thin bones were not served with frost and snow, and the skull was willing to be low.

Night reading

The landscape cream is narrow, the soy lanterns are serving the donate,

The heart of the heart is in the book.

Dream

Following the drunkenness, the dreamer is beautiful,

The years are unhappy, so they often have the posture of the young man.

Old sun

A string of geese in Xinghe, a small garden for half a year;

Old raising with water, moisturizing the heart of bitter tea;

Poetry is sanctified, farming farmers;

Spring, summer, autumn and winter, there is no time.

About the Author

Yan Yan, Hui Huizhong, Jin people. Born in Liangzhou 1939, youth live in the Hexi Corridor. He graduated and distributed Shanghai. He worked in scientific and technological work in his life. It originated from family studies and learned poetry from an early age. Member of the Chinese Poetry Society, Shanghai Poetry Society, and Chinese Poetry Association. Honorary Vice President of the Chinese Cultural Tourism Poetry Society. National first -class poet, 100 outstanding inheritors of Chinese poetry. Director of the Chinese Academy Alliance, art consultant.

Sina Weibo: "Yan Yan Poetry", "Yan Yan Prose Poems".

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