Baidicheng Poetry Society's first season poetry competition theme: You xxx Genres: quatrains, rhymed poems, preface: Among all the works this time, the overall poems have a sense of patchwork, long procrastination, and disorganization. The overall level of the seven rhymes is better and has quite a charm.

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Number One Scholar Visiting Jinghui Temple in Xin'an Lingxiao (Jianwu Jianwu) When the moss steps sweep away the autumn leaves, the osmanthus shadows fill the pilgrims' clothes.

Who has sex with you when you are wandering? It is rare in the world to enter the world.

The big bells have no intention of ringing in unison, and the birds have their nests to rest on.

Wherever the mind is truly pure, there is no need for Buddhist chants to forget the dust.

About the author: Ling Xiao (online name), nickname: Jianwu Jushi.

A native of Jiangsu, he is keen on poetry creation and has been doing so for more than five or six years.

(Xu Gaoyang commented: This is a poem about visiting a temple. It expresses the feeling of cleansing one’s mind by carefully describing what he saw while visiting the temple. The lines are permeated with tranquility and tranquility. In addition, the words of this poem are also quite refined and unique.

: "The osmanthus shadow fills the pilgrim's clothes", which is written in an immersive way, and the word "mantian" is particularly vivid.

As we embark on the journey, the maple leaves are affectionate and the birds are chirping.

Look east for stone marks to identify ancient relics, and west to look for thin leaves to identify new stems.

Deep in the white clouds, geese are singing drunkenly, and dogs are barking in alarm beside the gate of the small courtyard.

The clear spring of laughter knows my intention, but the world of mortals washes away my lightness.

(Xu Gaoyang's comment: This poem expresses the cleansing of the soul by describing what he saw during the visit to Tieshan Temple. The word "light" is used very wonderfully, as if he feels light after leaving behind the troubles of the world. The connection throughout the poem is natural and smooth, and the sentences

Elegant and not vulgar.) Visiting the old school in the dream of exploring flowers. In the morning, I went to the old school to say farewell to the twenty autumns. The green grass faded and I never visited.

Not until the tiles were finished repairing the remaining walls, I suddenly saw old buildings rising in the ruins.

The mentor at the table is still stern, and the girl next door is also shy.

I was startled by the evening bell, which turned out to be the morning bell disturbing my dreams.

(Xu Gaoyang commented: This poem can be called a dark horse in this competition. It is written in a unique style and lively. The neck couplet is the most exciting. The teacher’s voice and smile are vividly visible, and the youthful behavior of the deskmate is also ambiguous.

Just like yesterday, readers can’t help but arouse the excitement and recollection of Liu Wensheng’s excellent work "Visiting the Nanhua Temple".

The drizzle knocks on the green tiles, and the refreshing breeze blows on the green branches.

Birds are chirping on the slopes, and the fragrance of the remaining flowers is gone in late spring.

The young novice monk is young, and it is unimaginable to escape into a Zen sect.

Visiting the Ancient Battlefield of Changping, the Sun of Zhangshui River, the dense white bones sleep in the mud, the elixir water is long and the tears dry up.

Talking about military affairs on paper will eventually lead to disaster, and Zhao will have fewer young men from then on.

Touring Chagan Lake Liu Jinghai The lotus flowers are in full bloom in June, and the carp jumps over the dragon gate into the eyes of visitors.

Speedboats plowed through the waves around the lake, and women and men danced in the square with fans.

ducks, green water warblers and willows, rabbits walking across the green hills and wild geese in the sky.

The fish town is as beautiful as a painting, and the scenery of Songyuan is like a fairy palace.

Note: Longmen refers to the gate through which the Songhua River water enters Chagan Lake.

When I visited Xiaoyao Temple, I asked Master Yu Gu. I was born by the stream. I felt sorry for the good winter and came to visit my old friend.

The remaining snow obscures the moss path, and the cold smoke covers the bamboo fence.

You should know that the place where the chime sounds is when you are sitting in meditation.

This night before the lamp, you can understand my delusion.

All entries Ge Jifa: Qijue. Tengchong Rehaiwen/Ge Jifa's clattering sound echoed in the mountains and abyss, and the steam steamed around his eyes.

The boiling water spring pot is as blue as a seal. It has long been said that immortals came here in ancient times.

2020.12.6 Modified by Liu Wensheng: Visiting Nanhua Temple Liu Wensheng The dark wall and rock gate are empty and silent, and it is too late to go down the mountain after visiting the ancient temple.

The drizzle hits the green tiles, and the gentle breeze blows on the green branches.

Birds are chirping on the slopes, and the fragrance of the remaining flowers is gone in late spring.

The young novice monk is young, and it is unimaginable to escape into a Zen sect.

Hanjiang Xiaoyun: "Reminiscing about the Old Travel Slowly" Author: Hanjiang Xiaoyun I also saw the water of the West Lake, ten miles of smoke, and the swaying boats.

Su Xiao sleeps in a lonely pavilion, thinking that her sweet soul is still there, and the willows on the bank are as tall as twigs.

Deep in Fenghe Quyuan, there are only a few shadows of swimming umbrellas.

Who is waiting for me on the green embankment? The fairy from Toad Palace, the osmanthus falls in the autumn night.

Far away.