◎Listen to Mr. Chen Zhenlian come to Changsha to teach
I really want to be a student and listen to a few lectures from my husband
From the ancient seal Han seal, the Ming and Qing dynasties Zhejiang school seal carving
To the contemporary seal carving to the world, the "Belt and Road" graphic print
From official seals and private seals, literati engravings, to the amazing image prints of world leaders
The day Geng is full of car and horse prints, and it is coming
The heart and the moon are printed with light, and they are coming
Sumatran tigers in Indonesia, herons and pink roses in the Maldives
Bronze mirror of Turkmenistan, oncoming
I really want to be a student and watch Mr. clear the smoke and clouds of time and space
Inheriting and carrying forward the Confucian tradition, you are the teacher who answers the questions of the students on the spot
Rubbing his eyes, it was clearly the Confucian who stood on the side of the saint
Gold and stone seal carving is a craft, an art, and a culture
Between Zhu and Bai, it is a pen and knife, a mountain and a river, and a spirit of self-improvement that I love my country
Write every Chinese character and engrave every seal
Promote the cultural self-confidence of the Chinese nation
The sun rises in the east, and a new country that is inclusive and open is coming
I really want to be a student, shake hands and say goodbye to my husband
Paddle a small boat, lonely search
Big dreams never wake up
◎ Draw hearts
Everything is idealistic, so I want to paint a picture
Drawing a mighty river is a majestic atmosphere in my heart
Painting the strange rocks on the shore is a high and easy heart
The bright moon is cold, and it is a heart of ice that reflects all things
Draw a boat, paint you singing, and drink eternal sorrow with me
The Qin and Han dynasties, the two Jin and Northern and Southern Dynasties, the Sui and Tang dynasties, the Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties
Time will not get old, and the wine glass will not stop
The scepter can't shake the spring water, and gold can't buy the clouds
If the painting is true enough, the landscape will move and come out of the painting
You see, the leaves on the shore of Meixi Lake are half of the mountains projecting
Half of it is water burning
◎ A love letter
Do only one thing in your life, regardless of it
Heavy snow covers the mountain, and robbers are encountered on the way
Penniless and terminally ill
And never look back, the waterfall is roaring
I'm old after doing this, and I don't covet red dust
Don't spy on history, don't worry about people not knowing
I'm not afraid that there are too few poems, God has a judgment
I'll lie in a rocking chair
There is a yellow leaf on his head, hanging from the treetops
nevertheless
It also depends on the spray above the sea of clouds
It was the most romantic fireworks I've ever seen
There is no success or failure, and life is the most satisfying
It's the self that falls in love with the moth to the fire
◎ Sui Mei
The Sui Mei of Guoqing Temple was opened, more than 1,400 years ago
According to legend, it was planted by the monk Zhang An
Li Bai has been here, Xu Xiake has been here
The green shirt and cloth clothes raised their heads and paced, shaking off their poetic feelings
Today, white and red flowers are intertwined
It leans out on the mossy gray tile eaves
Smell the fragrance of flowers, thousands of years as before, sprinkled tree after tree
It was a year of plum blossoming
The Si people are far away, the sky is blue and the clouds are light, and the tower is towering
The flower branch trembled slightly, and a few points of blood cried, rolling down the bookcase
◎ Falling red is not a ruthless thing
The flowers are blooming, falling red all over the ground, and there is a lack of jade
Sweep up the petals and put them in a silk bag
Dig a pit in the ground and bury it
Without a stream, the Crimson will swirl and drift away with the water
Like the world, the time, the oath
The most beautiful is always hard to last
Scattered into mud, the sea of smoke and clouds
What is empty and what is none
What is love, what is profit
I don't know who, with withered petals
A red heart was carefully clustered
Show it to passers-by, show it to the blue sky and the white sun
◎ Heart and moon with the same light
When you have insomnia, open the sliding door and open the window
Fresh air poured in with the moonlight, and the balcony was white
The green birdcage is white, and the blue-feathered parrot is white
I am white, and Festival Island is white
He was swimming at night in the Xiangjiang River, shrouded in white
I saw more thin and thin lancets, and the cold light rippled
A circle on a line illuminates the whole city and dreams
Shine a little farther, it is a boat of time that comes and goes endlessly
Recite the "Treatise on Bodhicitta and Enlightenment", "Seeing the original mind, it is clear and pure."
Like a full moon, light all over the void"
In an instant, there are no worries, no worries, no loves, no hatreds
I fell into a deep sleep, and the night flew away
◎ Gather with friends on a moonlit night
It must be in the middle of the night, Li Liang, and the boatman
Swinging the oars to admire the moon, the jade-colored light is flowing in Yingying
Don't talk about politics, it's too heavy
Regardless of the history, it's too long
Regardless of the reeds, the boat is moored and the moonlight is headed
The liquid in the pot was straight and splashed onto the square wooden table
◎ Lotus Shadow
The lotus is not on the petals, it has sunk into the water
Caught in the water, the clouds and the moon are crumpled and broken
The waves retreated in twos and threes, and a beautiful shadow
Standing upright or swaying, like a word
It's pink, and it's inky
It is bustling, but also empty
It is open on the surface of the water, and it also grows in the mud
Joe is dressed as an uncle who sells flowers, carrying a bamboo basket of lotus flowers and lotuses
In the square with the most people, a branch is given to each person
When the hands were taken
It seems to be in full bloom of the entire glorious Great Song Dynasty
◎Hanshan Temple
When I was about to leave Hanshan Temple, I heard it unexpectedly
Pleasant and round, coming from the yellow wall
One bell after another
Zhang Ji heard it in the middle of the night, and I bumped into it at noon
Overjoyed, he ran with a step
20 yuan in exchange for three opportunities to ring the bell
隆——隆——隆——圆木激荡,巨铜摇晃
Bells with the whole temple, smoke and rain, Fengqiao, Tang Dynasty
Entwined for a long time, I suddenly realized
Sprinkle wine to sacrifice Jiang Tian, and finally live up to this life
◎ In a café
Floor-to-ceiling glass windows separate the two worlds
On one side, the heat wave is rolling, and I am at a loss
On one side, there is a cool breeze and a leisurely and comfortable atmosphere
But I still sat in the sun
Clearly, it's no longer hot
Melodious music turns a sparkling drink into an elegant taste
You can take your time to appreciate and savor it
The sound of chatting came and went, and people were satisfied with a place like this
I read Woolf, the female writer who committed suicide by throwing herself into the river
She talked about how a woman could write a novel
You have to have two things, the same is money
The other is a room of its own
Yes, add one more
A lover with a stable mood
Life is cumbersome and will drag you in
Brooms, coins, high-speed rail tickets, and telephones are all sorts of undercurrents
The lily on the table has lost its moisture and is charred and curly
The rest of your life is not long, hurry up
Do what you want
See who you want to meet
Say what you want to say but you've never dared to say
The clerk kept shouting "the latte is ready, the oolong tea is ready"
About life, only too late
Stranger, have you thought about it?
Cai Wei, whose real name is Zhang Wenying, was born in Changde City, Hunan Province in 1982 and now lives in Changsha. He is a member of the Chinese Poetry Society and the Hunan Poetry Society.