[Contemporary Outstanding Original Poetry] Jiang Shihong · Summer Village feels 30 prefaces

Jiang Shihong, born in 1974, from Guangshan, Henan. No. Yu Feixuan, the Internet uses the name Hongyan Yufei. Members of Chinese Poetry, Henan Poetry and other members, members of the Zhongzhou Ciology Research Association, Chengshe and other members, and the executive vice president and secretary -general of the drunk root poetry club. The published poems include more than ten species such as "Hong Yan Yu Fei", "Fei Hong Yuan Yin" and "Hongyan Time". By "Hongjian in Lu", waiting for Zi.

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A few days ago, I asked the village to call the village with my brother, and the brothers and the cultivation were not easy to cultivate the crops. There are countless words and parents' work in Japan. Although it was difficult at that time, it was happy. The husband and father are not happy for their children! The pastoral villages in the pastoral villages are vividly remembered. Compared with the dungea of ​​the current villages, it is unpredictable. Every time I return to Zi, I will ask my father, watching the Long acre, to know the crowd, and believe that I am not as good as the old farmer. The person who is in the same grass ". However, hesitated, the carnivores are responsible for asking, and those who watch people have no insights. Because of the emotions of the department, it was written for seven and thirty. Ren Yin Meng Xia Yu Feixuan's main knowledge.

One

The white -haired weng of the neighboring home, looking at the south wind from the south.

After turning the wave waves, who knows who knows Wannongzhong.

Second

Xia Yunxuan became a thousand peaks, and the wild Jingtian failed.

Several are the old courtyard, and the empty court space is seal.

Third

When the rain came, the river was across the river, and Yuecun passed the house to listen to Pang Pang.

When you are born, you are not restrained, and you can get it on the old window casually.

Four

Xinyang Green Show is out of the time, and the family of farming is not wrong.

Who knows who has been diligent in the past, and remember the hunger from Long on the Long.

Five

Wu Shulu Village flew into the old firewood at dusk.

The host went to the backyard for a long time, and stayed with Nanshan to watch Cuiwei.

Six

People have not solved the hazel market, and the agriculture has been sparse for a long time.

He took the field to take the field, and he knew that he was extra.

Seventh

The town is leisurely, and Liu Yin has nothing to do.

Lao Niu also solved calmly.

Eight

The wind was in the village, and the rain was over the willow embankment.

The wind and rain seemed to know the way, and the wild birds still cried when they were old.

Ninth

A peng -chun shade covers the court, a few string of moss marks printing shoes.

The grass trees are still passionate, and Qingqing is still long and harmonious.

Ten

Chaimen still opened to the south, and the sun and the moon were willing to come.

As a thief for the bottom of the light, he threw the dust in the house.

Eleven

Modern trees are miscellaneous, and they are all aged.

Weng Yan sat down and cherished, I do not know that the years have been stunned.

Twelve

In the autumn of Mai Qiu, he remembered his work, and he was diligent in the wasteland.

Kuraki is not true today, and what is Xunxun, who is looking at Nanxun.

Thirteen

The dense door was born, and the strong yin and silent covered the dusk.

Several old men slept for each other, and chickens and dogs were in the village.

The fourteenth

I am used to seeing the disabled of the old house, and the lock is still safe.

The courtyard wall is open to blank, staying with the sunset red one pill.

Fifteenth

Lao Gao Mao's sheds were idle, and the packets were not closed.

Seeing melon is looking forward to stealing melon, and there is no time to return.

Sixteen

Pongmen is separated from willow noise, and the south wind of Tami sweeps the green rivers.

Tingwu was asleep, and Mengsheng Mai Xiu was two years old.

Seventeen

The corner of the courtyard is mixed with Ai Xiao, and the front and eaves of the door are shaking.

The ribbon town of Tanuki is lying, and is used to lonely with the decline.

Eighteen

Step in the distant suburbs, and he sang empty nests.

The pastoral was so short of raw, and the granules did not bear to throw.

Nineteen

The height of the reciprocal building is higher than the tree, and there are only a few households and people.

The new wealth in the village was unbearable, and yesterday entered the city Cao.

其

Every year, the summer is happy, and I am in Sichuanhara.

In the blink of an eye, the cow is in the past, and there is no child with the dyke slope.

One by one

At the time of the sterile of Weng Xun, I praised me with sweetness.

The resolution of the heat is more diligently delivered, and the meal does not talk to the mulberry.

Twenty -two

The branches of the branches are given the sunset, and the smoke is cooked in a village.

On the road of the old garden, I returned to the guests, and said far away for three years.

Three

Mi Wang onion's grassy trees are born, and the mosques are lost.

At that time, the father and the old man were so deserted no longer farming.

Four

The grass clan is relatively high, and it is still prosperous.

The old wall cannot be bound, and an anniwenmaker has entered the court.

Its Twenty -five

Add firewood under the stove and steamed, and the years still frequently.

There is still a residual chimney today, and the dense shallots are around the vines.

Sixth

The North Village North Village North Road was leisurely, and I couldn't get my head long.

If the weeds know that the personnel change, the greenery is greened.

Its twenty -seven

The disabled is like a thick forest under the fire, and the village and alleys are quiet.

Only the time to follow the old road, and the night is coming to Sangyin.

Eight

Turn to Xishan Road to the south, Yanfeng has nothing to explore.

The old man was lonely, sitting at dusk into dreams.

Nine

The night and summer deceived people, and sat up to the moon's vertical eaves.

Moreover, who knows what to say, the old realm is always suspected.

Its 10

The rural years are full of ordinary, except for mulberry examples.

I don't understand Zhuang Zhou Qi's theory, and the eldest chief murmured.

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