He Qigong's original "Nostalgia, rippling in the free air of the field"

"Nostalgia, rippling in the free air of the field"

(8 group poems)

He Qigong

1. White Cloud Ballad

Baiyun is the hometown of the gods,

I look up, I am mysterious, I am awe.

Baiyun is the mainland of the ancient drift,

I plant rice dumplings, and I gain stars.

Baiyun is the dream of indigenous people,

I want to dedicate you a round of bright moon and birds.

Baiyun is a pure heart field,

Such as cotton, wing, and sea.

I love Baiyun,

It is the sail of freedom!

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2. Liubi Lake

Every time I go back to my hometown, I have to walk around the lake,

Regardless of the sunny day, or rain and snow,

As long as I get close to the water, I will get better!

The keen life will perceive the stretching place!

Only at this time,

My small soul is like a bird who has just come out,

The buds of the tea tree after the autumn rain began to bloom.

Liuhua Lake, an ancient place name,

This is the perfect match for thousands of willows and 10,000 acres of lotus ponds,

This piece

There are also rice fields, wheat land and vegetables on top of Sichuan,

An old canal in the lake,

Slowly flow to the quiet Hanjiang River,

Change the length and quietness of the years.

The east coast of the lake is a lone mountain towering loess,

Live along the coast: Deng Cao Yi Xiao Chen Xiong Sun's.

The West Bank is the Qinglong Mountain of Dinosaur Hometown,

Lake by the lake: Li Lan Zhou Li Zhang Jin and Huang's.

Tenyan in Checheng in the south,

The north is across the river in the north.

Listen to family elders since childhood, say,

The ancestor moved from the Da locust tree in Shanxi.

It has been 650 years since Mingqing or earlier,

For hundreds of years, one village and one well,

People are prosperous, and chickens and dogs have heard each other.

After the completion of the central line project of the South Water

Below the 170 water level line is a flooded area,

Aboriginal people will move out of immigration.

Go north for the Han River,

Cities and villages that are thirsty in the lower plain of Yanshan,

800,000 immigrants along the project support the elderly and the young,

Yiyi Farewell to his hometown hot soil,

Open branches and leaves to the province.

Due to immigration, it is not allowed to bring family livestock and poultry,

After the whole family moves to the air, the house will be razed to the ground,

The dog next door is lying at the original site at home,

Taking the vast vast, last 6 nights,

Can't give up, smell the tears!

One side of the soil and water raising one person,

There are also immigrants quietly bringing a loess,

If possible,

They bring climate, soil and customs.

Liuhua Lake is now easy to name in Liyang Lake,

Become a national wetland park,

It has become the epitome of the eternal nostalgia of eternal nostalgia.

We turn nostalgia into blue raindrops,

Sprinkle to our vast land,

Pray for our country and our people, the wind is smooth, and the Fulu is long!

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3. Benefit and indifferent

In the evening, I stand alone at the gate,

A sentence gone deep in the brain:

People should live like a river.

The ups and downs, winding and turning, determined to be far away,

This sentence is like a simple seedlings of a simple tree,

What is even more wonderful is that when I blurted out,

There was a stiffness falling in the drizzle outside the door,

It waved white wings after jumping,

Fly to a group of sparrows north,

The sparrows flew towards the Suzuki,

The magpie jumps,

Flying to the iron frame of the huge billboard standing.

At this moment,

The thrush bird flew, and the wild pigeons flew.

People are also endless get off work,

Go home quietly, walk,

It seems that it is as if in a vein,

It flows quietly in the depths of the years,

The river bank is green trees, the sky is flying birds,

The quiet night is invincible,

Putting the dream soul of all beings.

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4. The beauty of Jingya

I hope I exist like still,

Just like Pluto's existence in the solar system,

Fly to my light.

I hope I am like the star on the dome,

Put your blue dream, bright,

Bring you your wish in this life.

I hope I look like the red apple in oil painting,

Give you warmth and help,

The indifference is a word, empty.

I hope I look like a nan wood chair,

Let you slow down, take a break,

See you flashing auspicious light again.

I want to go through the smoke and fishing fire,

Falling down the dust,

Setting the heart of the gravel and moving towards wide.

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5. Love the world love yourself

The one who can open the most of our blog love,

It's a high sky,

It's a mountain under the sky,

It is a quiet river under the mountains,

It is the blue ocean under the river.

We are willing to hear every day,

Cunbird, magpie, nightingale, seagulls ...

Wan Ji whispered.

Green trees, river banks and caves,

It was the home of the first people.

We can't miss those bright flowers,

It's like we can't have a lively dream.

The world is us,

Because this is the place where our soul reincarnation.

Love this world with heart,

Just love yourself with your heart.

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6. Big and small

Eagle needs the sky,

The blue whale needs the ocean,

Heroes need to gallop the field.

Only small birds, small fish, little people,

Need a square inch.

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7. A small insect

In the hot sun,

Flying a small insect,

Wings are colorful, and the body is dark,

Very beautiful color matching.

It falls at the entrance of the garden fence,

It will be trampled at any time, and it will be destroyed,

I hurriedly picked up,

Put in the palm,

Put on the edge in your palms.

Its line -type, textured limbs,

Free expansion.

There are two tentacles like antennas on my head. I don't know where its eyes are inlaid.

It is extremely subtle like a small pliers for food,

It is the smallest mouth in the world,

It is heavy like a king.

Its left and right hands can do Wumao.

Its demand for the world is almost dust.

If we have to explore profoundly,

The meaning of it alive,

In fact, it is also a vain text game.

The meaning of it alive,

It was the creator created it.

This is the glory of the Creator.

The little insect does not enter the sorrow city,

Live and live.

Unique, like a fine floral.

The noise of the world or silent,

It keeps self -silence.

Time is its only reason,

Like a leaf in the wind.

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8. China in spring

Meiyuan slowly,

The fragrance of Lamei is refreshing,

This is an elegant Rui Qi.

The breeze blows across the hillside,

A grass seeds took off the armor Tingting jade.

Duanyue: Swallow murmured, spring goes to spring.

On the ground, people's heart flowers also began to bloom,

Except for the joy of the old cloth,

It is dispeling the haze of residual snow.

Ascend to look up, the gorge is running, the bamboo buds are loose,

Listen to Chunlei Biography,

The hibernating animal began to wake up,

Vientiane is glad.

Qinling North and South,

Huayue, Huacheng, Huahai,

My heart is blue.

Tongyue with a windy style,

The sky is clear, bright and beautiful.

In March, Ding Ding Dong,

Lake willow, Yu Shengbai Valley.

The image of the ancient Huaxia is tea and porcelain,

The symbol of China today is 5G and high -speed rail,

The years of excitement,

It is expected to work hard.

Beautiful, gorgeous spring,

It is our freehand ink,

Beautiful, China in spring!

He Qigong, born in 1963, Han, Shiyan, university culture, senior professional manager, Hubei as a member of Hubei. Former editor of "Health and Life" magazine. The main works were published in "Dianchi", "Selection of Hubei Industrial Theme Short Stories", "Hubei Classical Literature Series", "Chinese Prose Department", "Sino -Japanese New News • Asian Poetry", "Long Live Motherland • Multi -National Recitation Poems", "Cultural Tourism" "Hubei", "Folk and Poems", "Selection of Chinese Poems", "Yangtze River Poetry".

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