About the Author
Cui Kun, female, teacher, post-70s, online name "Letter of the Wind". Deputy Secretary-General of Wuhan Poetry Association, Vice President of Chufeng Women's Poetry Society of Hubei Poetry Society, Deputy Editor of Kyushu Poetry. Published the poetry collection "Letter of the Wind", edited the poetry textbook "Poetry Grid ABC" for primary and secondary school students (has been issued in 40,000 copies), participated in the editing and review of the reading textbook "Reading Classics" for primary and secondary schools in Hubei Province, and edited and published the "Practical Course of Poetry Writing". He has won the Grade Award of the National Poetry Competition for many times, the Third Jingchu Poetry Nie Cyan Crossbow Award, and the First Prize of the Seventh Huaxia Poetry Award in 2018.
A selection of poems
The title network spread the photo of the returning woman holding the child with a weight
The mud bears the weight to the end of the world, who cherishes the snow and frost to invade the years.
It is expected that the child is warm in her dreams, and her kindness is home in her arms.
Inscription On the leaves on the midwinter branches
I would rather hold the old incense on the branches, and keep it alone against the wind.
The oblique light is like a dream of water crossing, or a wisp of softness in the center.
Spring Twilight
Drive to the pitiful, a spring line foot to whom.
The thick shade hides the road, and the sun is soft and the smoke is scattered.
The summit of the Yellow Crane Peak in the Three Gorges of Enshiye is overlooked
Whoever dances Kawahara wields green silk, the country and mountains are unharmed.
Amorous greetings to visitors, only the green onions wet drunken eyes.
Lu Gou Xiaoyue
A hundred years of vicissitudes to identify the wind, wake up the lion roaring in anger and the sky.
He Dang took the arrow and the wolf shot, and the star fell like a half-bow of the moon.
The summit of Shitan Peak
Temporarily, he is the predecessor of Aoyama No.2, Yungen Creek Tree Certificate.
Hongxia was overjoyed and jumped up to the peak of the sun.
Title red beans
Spring birth in the southern country of Mo empty credit, over the fang bush without this flower.
Blood acacia burns the fire and burns cinnabar on the king's heart.
Gengzi Wuhan flood season
One
What does the moon mean, and the curtain hangs on the heavy building.
I have felt that the city is inexhaustible, which can be astringent eyes.
Two
Gengzi's relatives were already worried, and He Kan poured tears into the heavenly river.
In the face of danger, we will not allow Wang Yang to be arbitrary, and strive to solve the lonely suspension and robbery wave.
Three
The rain was pouring day after day, and it was a waste of time in the city.
The word peace should not be taken lightly, but should be remembered for those who are in danger and burdened.
Respectful title Changchun Temple
The weiqi jungle has a different day, and several fires from robbery to green lotus.
The double screen towered through the ghostly realm, and the heavy temple altar opened purple smoke.
Every time you listen to the Avenue of Mystery, you are in a trance in the Holy Relics of the Immortals.
After the sound of the passage platform, he also made the Qing Void a ferry.
At the end of the year, he wrote a book that was self-deprecating
Bury your head and dive into the cold screen, and when to repair until the eyes are clear.
The iron coat sat in silence, so the paper was turned over and crippled.
Waiting to see the hustle and bustle into rapid decay, trance from the refinement of rejuvenation.
The micro lamp like a bean really pitied me, for the illumination of a little Ying.
Mr. Bubai Zhishan original rhymed and expressed his gratitude
Wangzhong weather wins over the imperial capital, and the garden is Qingfen Sub-Su.
Qi Kuo has been paid a close friend for many years, and he has been immersed in the rain and curling.
Long Zhang Fengzao Hui Pillar, Qiao Yue Jialin ashamed of myself.
Envy has a high emotion is not exhausted, and yaozhu is like a lake.
Reverence for the original rhyme of the Noble Truth
Hirano floats youth, and the east wind releases subtleties everywhere.
The clouds of the early ming mountains crossed, and the dream brush strokes of the gradually warming clear window.
It seems that this has come and gone to know nothing, and it is difficult to distinguish between right and wrong in the present and the past.
The flowers dragged my old days, and the flowers returned from the strange.
Tribute to the white-clad soldiers who rushed to Wuhan's fight against the new type of pneumonia
The retreat order is full of panic, and the evil is fierce and stubborn.
The uninhabited people fell into an isolated island, waiting to be eliminated from the plague and destroyed the city.
Hand over the book to the front line of the war, tearful resignation to the family to do retrograde.
Hugh said that he would turn around without hesitation, and that he would march bravely.
The white-clad soldier rushed to the aid of Wuhan
Years like crossing the robbery repeatedly frightened, broken wrists sealed the city who with the discussion.
Avoid the epidemic and empty the alleys, listen to the wind and close the heavy doors.
Frequently heard of the urgency of the distress, can comfort the benevolent doctor's great love.
The good news was first spread for the sake of excitement, and Tongjun was fortunate to live in the global village.
I am glad to hear that Leishen Mountain, Vulcan Mountain Hospital and Fang Cabin Hospital have been completed
When the lockdown is lifted, the foot is wrapped and swallowed like a bitter prisoner.
The number of epidemics will be at the turning point of doubt, and the spring breeze will cross the lock heavy building.
Rushing to the aid of the elite to decide life and death, fighting in white clothes and fighting together.
And the Heavenly Soldiers descended on thunder and fire, and the square cabin was ordered to be the Ark.
Bu operator Early spring
The second time to try the spring shirt, it is intended to be a sunny cloud. Blow all over the fang cong, the strange return early. The contemplation and the cogeneration are gradually as distant as the grass. Want to save the streamer of light to this, do not dare to and spring old.
A few gusts of apricot blossom wind, a few days of cheap rain. The sky is also amorous and early in the spring, and the long wish is to live with the spring. There is no basis for a thought, and there is no reason for a thought. Xiao Xiao saw that the new red was several deep paths, and it should be the place where the king walked.
Picking mulberries Snow and Yuzu
Yingying six exquisite state, clever hand arrangement. He was not allowed to be buried, but only dreamed of the world. LingXian was a little translucent and hugged together. The dance falls on the heart steps, and the newspaper and Yuzu are opened together.
Linjiangxian Xitang impression
Smoke and water float in the ancient town, and the lights of the sky street are dim. The powder wall is deep in the courtyard and the wind is blue. Déjà vu, double swallow stone bridge east. Forget this as a passer-by, Xuan Window Xiao Dream Curtain. The millennium is in a hurry. Then the new moon should look after Revlon.
Linjiang Xian Gardenia under the moon
Su Gongfu opened the order, and the group danced in the clouds. Ling ran as promised to go to Xinliang. Feeling the love of the king, the first growth of the zhizi rhyme. The moon is pure and dreamlike, and it is preferable to dew frost. It is common for human dreams to be short. According to the light and shadow, the afterscent is remembered.
Qingyu Case Titled Ancient Song "Yunshui Zen Heart"
Hengqin gently caressed the Autumn Festival, Su Yundu, clothes like snow. Scattered strings are unconscious. Bamboo creek dripping dew, flower forest according to the covenant, ancient road FeiHongyue. Red dust gathers and scatters, and embraces the original intention and Junqi. Clouds and water are boundless to the moon. The streamers are like practice, and the Chengjiang River is empty, reflecting this Zen heart.
Linjiang Xian remembers Mei
The thin shadow hung faintly in the cold moon, and a branch burned through the long night. The road to the old garden is long. When you come, the incense boils jade, and after you go, the snow still burns. Refine the soul of the soul and pluck the proud bone, blow over the silk pipe cloud pipe. There are few dreams in the world. Mei Biantong woke up drunk and crossed the shadow to the Blue Bridge.
Mourn Qu Yuan
The drums were emptying and the dragon boats were shaking. Jun Ziguan threw a muddy wave, and I recommended the spirit and tears. Chu Soul took advantage of this move. When Lan Zhi snowed, her heart burned to the sky. Promise Danchen to bake the sun and the moon, and the vicissitudes of the right path are knocked on the bone. The sorrows of the world are not sold.
A thousand poems
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