◎Hengyang xing (poems)
◎Re-boarding
After many years, we will become many ancient people who have come to visit.
climbed countless steps, crossed countless eaves and corners
latecomers finally——
at the top of the Hejiang Pavilion , gained the weight of a thousand-year-old academy
At his feet, the foundation is dignified ——
how many arguments and views , Thinking about how much time has passed, people still can't shake the body's serious illness. But at that time, under the shadow of the ginkgo leaves, the river water still flowed clearly. Those sparkling lights that fell from the sky must pass through a person's empty heart, covered with yellowed thread books on the black wooden frame. .
◎Hello, Mr. Chuanshan
heard the name long ago, even when he came to Hengyang
The air is filled with your breath
Shigu has "Book of Changes" hidden in Shigu, Dongzhou Island
Back to Yanfeng, you can see everywhere because of you The famous academy people still built a memorial hall for you in Caitang Bay, Qulan Township. At the foot of Chuanshan Mountain, a ten-mile lotus pond, and a pavilion of smoke. Of course, all of this has nothing to do with you. You are a weird old man. Thin face, slender eyes, black streamers hanging from the top of your head, you don't know how the dead are, yesterday is gone forever I don't care what thoughts you come up with when you study behind closed doors, and I can't explore the reverse current in your heart. You are a stubborn old man. At this moment, sitting on the Huiyan Peak that gave birth to you, the setting sun shines through the thick ancient camphor
. The sound of Zen is quiet, a hundred steps away The Xiangjiang River transports the clear stream two hundred years ago Sunflower 36 cm.
The temperature outside the tower is 40 degrees Celsius, and the inside of the tower is breezy.
The tower is dark and dilapidated, and the tower is surrounded by bright and modern Shigu New Town. The world is vast, the triangular tower dust stands alone, and the Xiangshui, the distilled water, and the Leishui compete to join. Climbing up the soil-grey steep stone steps, the view from the window of the shrine is a little farther on each floor, stepping on the time and the weight of the cannon fodder, I stand at the top of the tower, looking at the clear sky and the sky, the vast and boundless geese stand for a long time. , could not bear to leave.
◎ Zhu Rongfeng above
with the wonderful summit, we are going down the mountain.
Climbing through the car glass,
hurriedly glanced at the huge green sea
—— On the steep slope, someone was holding an empty mineral water bottle
standing in the sparse but orderly line, ten meters above
There is a clear spring The thorns flowed silently from the mountain, and he was about to walk slowly. Because of a certain speed, I was at the foot of the mountain and looked back at the top of the mountain. The sky was wide and the clouds were lazy. arrive at the destination.
Wang Xinzi, Tujia , Zhangjiajie Habitat in Changsha. Live simply, work hard, and write poetry quietly. See " Poetry Magazine ", " Stars ", "October", "Hibiscus", "Hunan Literature", "Xiangjiang Literature and Art", "Thatched Cottage", "Prairie", "Sunshine", "Poetry Tide", and was selected into "Anthology of Chinese Contemporary Literature" Wait.
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