He Zhengbiao's Poetry Recently -Lao Lao Bu Zhuzhu Liuli, cleaning his heart is always transparent

About the Author:

He Zhengbiao, the pseudonym "Lotus Pond Moonlight". Peng Ze, Jiujiang, Jiangxi, was born in Anhui, and now lives in Hangzhou. There are novel prose poems published in "Chinese Poetry" and "Chinese Ci Fu", and publishing the collection of poems "Lotus Collection".

Bird listening in the morning

Wake up after the three more, listen to a couch.

The forest is Duolian, the first sound is clear.

See you in the morning to Xixi

Seeing fishing along the embankment, the stream is half a waist.

With a loud sound, spring is tempted.

Cross Xixi Green embankment in the rain

Put red and green, rainy embroidery needles.

Three points on the stream, Jiangnanchun is deep.

Morning Filin Man Xing

Lin Shen was crowded, and he suddenly felt that Xia was still cold.

Step out of the mountain trail, kick a group of Feiyun.

Planted peppers

Open the land by the mountain and plant some pepper seedlings.

Do not like to recruit bee butterflies, afraid of dipping nectar.

Morning Rain

No need to remind Lei, jump beads in front of you.

Leaving the heavenly seat, the landing of the ground.

Xixi Wetland Discovery

As soon as you return to the original ecology, the scenery is prehistoric.

The depth of the people is rare, and the sound of quiet birds is noisy.

The trees are crowded, and the stones are smooth.

Civilization is so fresh.

Spring leisure

In a few months, my home borrowed turbidity, and I missed a few weeks.

The epidemic should not be left, and the swallow returns to cut a knife.

Susi

There is a picture on all sides of the lakes and mountains, and the scenery will not be charged.

Po Weng won time pet, half of Qiantang has surnamed Su.

Visit Li Tiehua Qian Qian Aiyu's Home

Forging silver hook iron painting body, re -updated the stone drum characters.

The pre -Qin culture should be ashamed of me, and it is full of elegant people.

Note: Li Tiehua, playwright, calligrapher, Shiguwen research expert. Qian Aiyu, Yue opera actor.

Passing West Lake Sandun Town

The blue sky reflects the small bridge horizontal, and the culture is still developed by water.

I left a photo of West Lake, and my whole body was full of snoring.

Morning Community People on the Mountains Cut Rube

The season follows the heat, and everyone is familiar with the sickle.

Unexpectedly, the grain is cowred, and the soil is rubbed into mung bean cake.

Cross Lin'an Heeling

At first entering Qingshan, he also stood up, and his shoulders were full of cranes.

After the call, I welcomed me and welcomed me.

Walk in the forest in the afternoon

The forest stroll is not reserved, and the wine can chase the butterfly.

Mo Dao is deep and dense, and the surrounding wild birds always look at each other.

Morning Lake Filin Mountain

The morning wind still brought the wild Yaixiang, and Xu Bu climbed the far away.

My pine Tao Mountain came out, and the liver and intestine of the gorge were spatled.

Wuchanghe Bridge Wangyue

When you look at the Moon Trail three or five o'clock, there is no shortage of Huazi in a round.

Tonight should be a fairy party, and each went to Yaochi.

Buy the green onions in the window sill flower bowl

The roots are fresh and fresh, and the appearance is slim and thin.

Putting the window sill, it is better to plant small spring.

Xiaoman solar terms

It is no longer cold in spring, and Xitian Su wheat is grouting.

Five winds and ten rain frequency distribution, Xiaoman still needs to be farm and evening.

In the morning, the morning market in the south gate of Yuhang

The annoying silk rain was born, and he also traveled to Yuhangye City.

The chicken in urbanization is rare.

West Lake Guanhe

In June of the year, I met each other, and the new lotus on the lake looked at it.

Only when the breeze collects interest, the blue money stacked ripples.

Take a photo with Guizhou Sun Qianjun chef

Walking south and north and west, a casserole was red.

I asked the kitchen to ask the knife method, when the wrist was windy.

Duanyang

The grenade is like a fire shining wall, and it is still cold.

Although two thousand years have passed, the sorrow is still born in the rice dumplings.

Return to Xixi Wetland after summer rain

Even if it was a wild village, there are still ancient winds.

The peach blossoms are old, and the rainwater adds new water.

Hundred -foot dragon snake vine hangs on the wall, and a Sichuan gull heron snow seal the door.

The fishermen are envious of the deep place, and they can stay in the stone for a long time.

Wanxi Sha Walk

Reduce the branches half spring, and the color of the remaining flowers is new. The embankment walks. Without complaining of the sound of the warbler, it was too late to leave. Wicker fishing tourists.

溪 溪 溪 鹧鸪 鹧鸪 鹧鸪 鹧鸪 鹧鸪 鹧鸪

A stream of streams and nights, the village is half horizontal in the water. When I bowed my head, I saw the sky upside down, and I was involved in the accompanying paddle. Putting birds, fishing. Childhood story is born. Laolai built the glazed glazed, and washed the heart and the heart was always transparent.

(Part of the picture is taken from the Internet)

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