[Lingnan Poet] Zhang Yuping Poetry Selection Collection

Zhang Yuping Poetry Collection

About the Author

Zhang Yuping, female, born in 1976, from Deqing Yuecheng, Guangdong. Deqing Confucius School teachers, loves literature, loves classical poems. He is currently a director of the Dingqing Poetry Couplet Society; a member of the Zhaoqing Poetry Couplet Society; a member of Guangdong Chinese Poetry; a member of the Chinese Poetry Society. The work is scattered in newspapers, journals and micro -journals.

Tea

Cui Ye's poems dream, floating smoke vulgar.

The old tea fragrance is bone, and a cup of spring.

full moon

Yu Xieyun was quiet, and the waves of waters were floating.

Looking at the area with the railings, in January, the Jiangqiu.

Autumn night

Yun Dan smoke light night shadows, how can the moon be curved often if there is no hate.

The sorrowful willow leaves are difficult to show, and their brows are trying to delete.

Night book

Leng Yue was silent, sitting alone in front of the window.

Pu Xuanyan Mochou was difficult to write, and the brocade disabled lamp.

Winter night

Knocking the window residual leaf seemed to resign, and he listened to his rumors.

The mess was not stunned, and when he was drunk, he woke up alone.

You Xing Lake is sent

湖 潋滟 潋滟 潋滟 潋滟 潋滟 潋滟 潋滟 潋滟 潋滟 潋滟 潋滟 潋滟.

Seven -star floating ink, ten miles of Penglai.

Occasionally, the hasty cloth, when the heron guess.

The scenery is endless, who stands up.

Calligraphy

Copy copy can be nourished, and the pen is condensed.

Standing on the skimmer, the vertical and horizontal mind is obedient.

The ink was strong, and the wrist turned softly.

Forgot to know the night, concentrate on repairing dreams.

Bleak bamboo shoots

Wish to lie in the mountains and wait for good winds.

The hidden buds, loneliness and original intention.

Who knows who can know the festival, and the tip should be different.

After a rainy rain, the business overflowed.

Jiangan Farm Answer Friends

Yu Yiyun buried the trees, and the village was a night boat.

The water rose with the new green, and the mountains floated together.

The thickness is endless, and the mellow is happy.

Drunk looking for the road, starting with a sand gull.

Tea

Sitting in a quiet place, the deserted mountains are not seen.

Pinch thousands of greens and fry a pot of spring.

Water water to clean up the dust, add a cup to forget the bitterness.

Zen tea can be understood, and the body is quiet.

Huanxi Sha · Old House Recalling the Old

Silent empty court stayed alone. The ancient ancient well dyed the moss. Remember the past.

The remnants of the years returned to me, who should cut the flow of the flowing place. The skirt is unintentionally border.

Huanxi Sha • Farewell

Silence and deep girlfriend lantern. No reason for tears to fall into wet wet skirts. Whoever recalls it in the night.

Seeing the Monthly Make -up window, Ye Ye had a low language dream. Waking up and thoughts.

Costing • Duzujiang embankment

Spring cold rains. The rivers are rising. Lanzhou's dreams were anxious, and faint fishing heard.

Jiangcun is close, and the lights are faint. At the beginning of the night. The fragrant shore willow, the azalea crying lightly, gathered without cause.

Xingxiangzi • Looking for azaleas doesn’t meet

Peak lock Lan smoke, sleeve breeze. Look at the mountains in the mountains. The sky is endless, and the birds jump into the sky. The disability is falling, the cuckoo dies, and the time is exposed.

In the depths of the redness, Yu Xiang was a few times, and he was in a hurry. The son -in -law is far away, and the flowers are withered. Tanchun will go, the sun will go over, never meet.

Butterfly Love Flower • Lianghua

The wind is gently charming at night. Click Xing Fanghua, drunk Hua Jianrui. Silently recruited Leng Cui. Xiangxiang treats Yiren.

Better has always been a lot. Who knows, sprinkle with tears. Do not grow up alone. Canto the leaf bottom to comfort.

Man Tingfang • You Deqing Panlongxia

Die Cui Emei, Fudi Lan Miao Miao, Xing Xing Xing Xing. Shuanglong Waterfall, Yunxian was clear for a day. Su Lian flew with the wind, deep in the ponds, jade waves turbulent. Silver beads are splashed, new cooling penetrated, and the summer heat is daily.

Listening to the water charm in leisurely, like a complaint, the honey language is soft. Also, the acacia is a ray of Qingqing. Whoever said in this word is negative and leisurely. Question, return to the season, listen to Jun.

Qinyuanchun • Qiu Lin Jinshi Mountain

Wanli clear sky, stack the fog, and send it to Xijiang. Seeing Yunxia's sun, the water and sky reflected; Wherever the fishing song is, Yu Yin is 袅, and the waves are sailing. With the stood, Ren Hong is vomiting, and the sea is wide.

Golden soup of 10,000 acres of mountains, swaying far away, three -point dye makeup. Sighing the Tao Guanyu, Lin Ruqing's quilt; the incense wind is wild, and the tea looks like a agar. The guest was drunk, and the name was here, and there was a poetic madness. Jin wrapped stone, he was lined with the cliff, endless autumn light.

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