About the Author
Wei Zehuai is a member of the Hubei Chinese Poetry Society and a member of the Wuhan Chinese Poetry Society. In his spare time, he indulges in landscapes, insights into life, and lyrical writing.
A selection of poems
cloud
A variety of love is sunny and soft, and nine turns and three turns contain meaning.
The sky stretches through the jade realm, and the dust sweeps away without end.
Yangluo Chai Po Lake Line
Frost flew down the wood moonlight softly, cloud knot Qiong Lou hung jade hook.
The Baiqu Promenade is adjacent to the water pavilion, and the fence looks at the hidden boat.
Plum viewing
Bai Shu winter greeted the six-qu fly, and the proud plum one night Rui Fangfei.
Incense wafts through thousands of mountains, and bamboo enters the breeze.
The rhyme of winter lotus
The head of the puff is hanging down, and the jade bone is moving into the distance.
Chi Han Bo is still looking forward to it, and the slanted lotus has seen the fragrance of the child.
Chongyang has sent
Yun Shuyun rolled on the door of the wood and drank the West Wind Chrysanthemum wine.
The leaves fall in the forest and the mountains have bones, and the frost is dew cold water without marks.
In the autumn, through the floating dreams, walk slowly to the fertile village.
Where are the geese going? Wuhua looked back but dusk.
Lift the water river autumn chant
The golden wind sends a cool day and leisurely, and the ten miles long river is soft.
The grass is hazy and red, and the weeping yang is shaking the boat.
The sound of the waves gently moves to the south, and the shore passengers make small talk about swimming north.
Where the orange-green-orange-yellow line is, the three autumn scenery is drunk with a thousand eyes.
Pour water river autumn groan
The weather of the hundred-mile long river is new, and the golden wind blows the birds frequently.
Heavy mountains and black mountains are drunk, and the reeds on both sides of the strait are white.
A clear water divides the sun and the moon, and the lone sail is obliquely shadowed.
The mood flowed eastward, wanting to borrow the poem Yun Han Mo Chen.
Autumn scenery of Yongchanggang Mountain Pastoral
The clouds and mist in the mountains roll up the forest hills, and the mountains surround the lake.
Yi Yun Rock Spring flew hundreds of feet, and Yashao Farmhouse was drunk with thousands of eyes.
The goose yellow blooms near the eastern fence, and the phoenix old man perches at the head of the Wubei courtyard.
The hyacinth has urged the laurel several times, and the layers of forest dots have been dyed with golden urns.
A new view of the Yongcang Village
Pastoral city painting strange chapter, ten miles through the qu flying purple smoke.
Jimu Chonglou stretched out his wings and listened to the cicadas around the stream.
The clouds are steaming and dyed with red light, and the sun is shining on the green screen.
The jade leaves gently shake the flowers to make shadows, and the rice fragrance is wild and hypnotic.
Visit Tao Tsui Village Modern Agricultural Ecological Park
The clouds and waters are singing and the geese are groaning, and the ten-mile circle of sunflowers is tilting towards the sun.
The red flame gate tower stretches out beautifully, and the greenhouse fruit shelf hangs lightly.
Layers of soybeans are arranged in a square array, and the lush melons are clothed with soil.
Dogs bark chicken fly peach shadow play, tourists pick and forget to return home.
Cangbu Leisure Greenway Staff Hiking Improvisation (New Rhyme)
The red flag hunting dance is long, and the bishu sensen hides the green lotus.
Walking pastoral heron shadow, Chonglou rural rhyme rolling strange curtains.
Cangxi Ink Flying Canon, Green Road Monument has ancient texts.
Rainbow Rainbow Rainbow Phoenix, Hazy Shore Passenger Painting Immortal.
Swim through the Zen Lake
The strange mountains and rivers are like Zen, and a few heavy mountains fly purple smoke.
The light of the lake under the ridge chases the shadow of the birds, and the rafters in the chest are written as poetry fields.
The trestle is paved with flowers, and the pagoda moyun water is connected to the sky.
The Buddha trumpet chanted good and beautiful, and the common heart was cleansed of dust.
autumn rain
Dark clouds shrouded the city, and the thunder and quiet wind stopped the sound of geese.
Bursts of sheng zhen luff willow, grass rolling beads.
Yiren's greasy face hangs double jade, and the smile is fragrant and the cheeks call the nickname.
Qinser who speaks cold rain obstruction, Mandarin ducks playing in the water republic singing.
Autumn view of the Yong General Mountain Pastoral
The summer recedes and the night in early autumn is getting longer, and the wind and cool on Yanbo Lake are felt.
Tian Pi armor turned over the golden waves, and the tree hanging lanterns overflowed with fruity aromas.
The distant hanging springs fly white snow, and the layers of forest dyeing and painting drunken makeup.
The sunny light shines on the terrace, and the old willow dances beside the road.
Partridge Sky Wenjiang North rapidly extends to Langdu Lake
The warm sun and the wind are soft and the grass is soft, and the sparkling water is harvested by a lake. In front of the door, the Optimus Prime suddenly appeared, and the tower crane Moyun iron arm. Drive heavy trucks, drive light boats. Several times the cold and summer have not stopped. The thoroughfare is full of clouds, and the people are in the Painting of Kangzhuang.
A thousand poems
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Deputy editors-in-chief: Wang Huiling, Hu Min, Liu Chenghao, Wang Tianming, Qing Shui Yiren, Hu Xiaona
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