Poetry about Nanchong 1. Words describing the scenery of Nanchong
The following, hope to adopt:
Watching into the yellow citrus
Author: Shao Bowen
Fruit state more yellow citrus, the first than the orange pomelo cheap.
Once the tribute to God's country, the world's most beautiful
The envoys are careful to **** the time, head is bold to send.
And the system of the wall Jinquanshan
By Wu Yong
In the past, Nanchong County, humble Hovenia Luan.
The roots of Taoism are realized with the realm, and the clogs cross the bridge in the cold.
In his dream, he realized that the pine flower was white, and he came back to the top of the crane.
The immortal master, who had ripened the pear and date, also wanted to pass on the word of John.
I'm going to send the female Taoist priest in Zixiao to Siming Xiejun
By Lu You
I've been away from Nanchong for fourteen years, and I've been dreaming of Jinquan for a long time.
Early autumn wind on the mountain yin road, but see the fairy small nature.
Note: Nanchong, also known as "fruit state", Tang Wude four years (621) set. Because Nanchong west of the city has always produced yellow fruit (citrus) of the fruit of the mountain, so the name "fruit state".
2. Nanchong Prose Poetry Collection
Introduce you to a Nanchong writer I know in Nanchong is the most famous on him
Lean West Hong, a famous contemporary poet. His real name is Zheng Hong, born in Yilong, Sichuan Province in 1965, and he began to publish poems in 1981, and has so far published more than 2,000 poems in more than 300 domestic newspapers and magazines, such as People's Literature, Poetry Magazine, Stars, Chinese Poets, Shanghai Literature, Poetry Selection, and Mountain Flowers. His main representative works include "The Snake Says", "Light and Heavy", "The Internal Wounds of a Knife", "Square Characters" series, and "Haksuo", etc. He has been selected in more than 60 anthologies such as "The Main Wave of Poetry in the Nineties", "100 Poems Favored by College Students", and "Annual Selection of 2002-2006", etc., and he has won various poetry prizes such as "Poetry Magazine" Call for Papers Prize, and "Sichuan Literature Prize". He has won more than 10 poetry awards, including the Poetry Magazine Essay Prize and the Sichuan Provincial Literature Prize. He has published the poetry collections "The Voice of Only Hands" and "Square Characters", the travel poetry book collection "Thin Running Book", and the prose collection "Such a Clean Body". He advocates the writing style of masturbation in loneliness, opposes imperialism, fawning, following the trend and making a show of metaphysics, and advocates the high degree of unity and purity of poetry and literature with life and existence, truth and conscience, and believes that an excellent poet is a "poetry receiver" of good quality, who listens to and conveys the most authentic voice of the natural life. He is a member of the Chinese Writers' Association and lives in Nanchong, Sichuan Province.
1. Lean West Hong creation chronology (simple version)
2. February 27, 1965 (the twenty-sixth day of the first month of the Lunar Calendar), was born in Rhinoceros Village, Fengyi Township, Yilong County, Sichuan Province. Her nickname is "Chunfeng" and her first name is "Zheng Hong". In 1981, he published his debut poetry in the county-level literary newspaper "Linlang Literature and Art", and in the summer of 1988, he participated in the "Dayi Primitive Forest Poetry Meeting" of Stars Poetry Magazine, and in September, he published a group of poems in Stars Poetry Magazine with the pseudonym "Lean West Hong". In September, he published a group poem under the pseudonym "Lean West Hong" in Stars Poetry Magazine. Published in Stars Poetry Magazine, Poetry Newspaper and Flying Sky. His poems were selected in Nanchong Ten Years' Literary Works. 1989-1992, he was listed in Stars Poetry Magazine as one of the "20 Young Poets", Contemporary Poets as one of the "20 Poets across the Century", and in Poetry Magazine, Sichuan Literature, Young Writers, Stars Poetry Magazine, Poetry God Magazine. He has published group poems in Poetry Magazine, Sichuan Literature, Young Writers, Star Poetry Magazine, Poetry God, Poets, and so on. He participated in the National Contemporary Poets' Pen Meeting in Beijing and won the second prize, and from 1993 to 2000, he published Snake's Sayings and Dedication Poems in Stars Poetry Magazine and Poetry Monthly. Snake Says" was selected as one of the "Main Wave Poetry of the 90s" edited by Wang Sijing, and has been published in "Youth Times", "Cultural Times", "Pox? 淌北ā房? ⒈砩(10)摹(7)姹首髌方?00 pieces. He has published a series of poems, including Twenty Poems, Fragments of Sunshine, Offering Poems, and Years of Wounds, etc. In May 2001, he joined the Sichuan Writers' Association, and the group poem A Knife's Internal Wounds was published in the headline of Stars Poetry Magazine in November. Writer's Publishing House published "Lean West Hong Self-selected Collection" 2 (Poetry "only hand of sound", prose collection "so clean body"). 2002 January, was elected secretary-general of Nanchong Writer's Association and director of Poetry Creation Committee. June to attend the 6th Writer's Congress of Sichuan Province. 2003, was elected vice-chairman of the Nanchong City Calligraphy Association. In 2003, he was elected vice-chairman of Nanchong Hard-Brush Calligraphy Association. The 6th issue of People's Literature published "New Poetry Tide", "Frontier" 12 poems, poem title and signature on the cover of the issue published 71 poems in that year. 2004, August, joined the Chinese Writers' Association. The collection of poems "The Voice of Only Hands" won the fourth "Sichuan Literature Prize". Elected as a member of the 3rd Nanchong Municipal Committee of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference. Nanchong Television produced a special movie "The Voice of Only Hands". In 2005, he published a series of 124 poems, and in 2005, he published 163 large-scale poems, and in March, 2006, he participated in the 2006 Luojiang Chinese Poetry Festival, and met with more than 50 famous poets, professors, and editors from all over the country. The 5th issue of Stars Poetry Magazine launched the group poem "Plum Sleeping in the Snow" under the title of "Sichuan Power-Sichuan Power Poets Exhibition". In the 11th issue, the group poem "Haksuo" was released as "Chief Poet", with 8 poems and a talk on its creation. 93 poems were published. Published 93 poems, 77 poems in 2007, attended the "Hundred Lecture Theatres - Face to Face with Famous Artists - Lean West Side" at Xihua Normal University in May. Famous Artists Face to Face--Skinny West Poetry Appreciation Meeting." Won the second prize of "Western Sunshine Journey" Poetry Competition co-sponsored by Poetry Magazine and Green Wind Poetry Magazine. Poetry collection "square word", travel poetry book collection "thin line book" published in November of that year. 2008 March 1, Sichuan Provincial Writers Association, "Star Poetry Magazine" in Nanchong, held a new book of thin Xihong inaugural ceremony and poetry seminar.
3. Words describing the scenery of Nanchong
As follows, hope to adopt: View into the yellow citrus Author: Shao Bowen Fruit state more yellow citrus, the first than the orange pomelo cheap.
A tribute to God's country, the world's best vertigo The messenger is **** time, head is not to be sent. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a long journey, and I was so happy to see you.
The root of the path is realized with the realm, clogs and teeth across the bridge cold. The first time I saw it, I realized that it was the first time I had ever seen it.
The fairy godfather is ripe with pears and jujubes, and he wants to pass on his knowledge. The first time I saw you, I was so happy to see you, and I was so happy to see you.
The autumn breeze on the mountain yin road is early, but see the fairy small nature. Note: Nanchong is also known as "fruit state", Tang Wude four years (621) set.
Because Nanchong west of the city has always produced yellow fruit (mandarin orange) fruit mountain, so the name "fruit state".
4. Seek poetry
I call your name, Nanchong Please allow me to use the following words to this city in southwest China to send a notice to look for her brilliant soul because ah I have measured with my feet the distance of this ancient city from the distance of paradise for three years, I have witnessed her every bright night thousands of lights brilliantly hung in the misty night sky before the dawn of the haze of quiet the night's hustle and bustle, and sleep. My dear paradise, don't be ruined by the engine's roar of begging, your moans are so fragile, the morning of the rising sun, in the corner alley, eating a bowl of rice noodles, Nanchong, a poetic name, the rising sun pulls back the bright curtain, the season of spring's thunder, the call of cracking ice, calls for the greening of the willows along the Jialing River, Nanchong awakens, and the five-star garden is like your heart, we've seen you from the beginning, from the beginning, from the beginning. The garden is like your heart, we walk from your flowing blood, the shouts of traders are your tireless chanting, the stone pavement of the riverside boulevard, the sunrise out of the horizon Jialing River, the waves of Feng Ya Mountain, the spring warmth of Nanchong, the people smile, the city of life and comfort, history, without turning back, chose to survive! You are the beacon of light, the source of happiness, the Great Wall of ten thousand miles of rivers and mountains, the anchor of ten thousand miles of oceans, the new Nanchong, the capital of Northeast Sichuan, the capital of Northeast Sichuan, the green-covered landscape, the courtyards where the kangan and chrysanthemums blossom, the yells of the streets, the tall white towers of gateways and pagodas, the old men on the gate piers, the old men with Sichuan noodles, the wide and fertile farmland and the pristine, honest neighbors, the night and the day, and the quietness of their homes. The neighbors, the streets, the streets closed at night, the courteous and polite worship, the lingering image of life in Sichuan, old Nanchong, you remember it, don't you? You remember the ancient city's dome, suspended in the mist, the secret world, the blue waves, did you ever wander into a fairyland? You had a spring in your step, the sparrows jumping on the branches of Beihu in the morning, looking far away at the green hills stretching under the white clouds, the breath of greenery, shuttling back and forth, waking up from a dream, you murmured a beautiful name, a bride to be married, the history of Langzhong, the ancient colors and scents, sublimating your face for countless times, the west winds pressing against you, overturning the world, and you were a calm review of the wind and the clouds, and always with a thousand years of rocky posture of the people in Nanchong, the people of Nanchong, the people of the country, the ordinary people, stepping on the steps of their childhood, the people of Nanchong, the people of the country. Today, when the common people tread on the paths of their childhood, climb the shelter of the North Tower, and enjoy your greatness, and look down on the luxurious traffic, they seem to be reviewing something, too What kind of steps will you take, servants of the people? Standing at the center of the Five-Star Garden and looking out over the miasma of centuries of history there are moments of darkness and moments of clearness, and the Chinese Communist Party, entrusted with the task of reviving China in accordance with the wishes of the people, is treading on thin ice with the sun hanging high in the towers, and the moon waiting for the feet of those who return home in the evenings, and the monumental buildings are the poetic lines of the rebar that I have tied together with my fingers, and I have been sending them to my parents, who are deep in the mountains, to my home town. Sent to my parents in the mountains, the hope of my hometown's escape from poverty, the ever-changing city, the dreamlike creation, you only have to stay in this city for a few days, and there'll be 10,000 reasons why you won't leave it again, pulled by the hand of a string, Nanchong, where love, wisdom, and reverence unite, and where there's a pervasive stability and serenity, and where every man finds a chance in the tolerant and prosperous region, where the rich and the poor have their own paradise, and where you stand at the square of the Jialing, and you slow down your hurrying pace and pace leisurely. You're ashamed of your old life, you're creating a new kind of growth, and at some point, my heart started to cry because someone put the pieces of this beautiful old city back together, moved out the centuries-old stores, cut down the thousand-year-old trees, drove out the vendors' yells, and the streets in the mornings were empty of soymilk, doughnuts, and patty-cake, and they opened up fancy restaurants, and they put a hula-hoop on the mornings, and they put the whole city on wheels, and they removed the natural flowers and plants, and they filled in the streets. The natural flowers and grasses have been eliminated, the farmland filled with reeds, the man-made gardens shaped into coconut groves, the peach blossoms of Nanchong in winter, the skyscrapers, the dark roads, the reinforcing steel and concrete, the stone forests have been resurrected, fighting for the sky, for the air, for the water, the roads have been suffocated by traffic jams, and the prosperous city, how can you make me afraid? I love you so much and I'm so anxious that the ridges of my golden haylofts, the city of pigeons, are always being swept by a sheet of smoke, the clearing skies are not blue, and the city looks like a pancake in a widening spread, the spiderweb of traffic is full of creepy crawlies, low, clean streets and high, dense towers are exchanged for the mutant affluence that frenzies the heart of the motorist, and the fences of utilitarianism that hold the hurrying people in place, drinking pure water and eating uncontaminated food, is that what the people are looking for? Happiness? Far from the heart of the city, I dare not accuse the shy bosses, the dust that rolls out of the factories and takes my breath, I dare not give up my only pursuit, which is tantamount to giving up my own ideology, and in the honorary rooms of the coal mines, the death-bound annals of development, the bloody stories, the corners of the LED lamps, the desires so naked, the wide road, the stormy winds and the thunder, the terrifying depredations, the 10th test of my endurance, the road that is so narrow that I can't even see it. If there's a narrow road ahead, I'll still stubbornly go forward, my ancestors had a tormented inheritance, a little bit of light, I'll feel warm, May 4th, here I'd like to ask you to put down your cell phone, sit down and drink a cup of tea, calm your restless mind, don't worry about whether the price of goods on the shelves is rising again, light rice and coarse tea, my grandparents' eight generations, witty and light-hearted life, if you want to know the true meaning of the people of Nanchong, listen to me gently recounting the myths and legends of Nanchong, the east side of Nanchong, the east side of Nanchong, the east side of Nanchong. On the east side of Nanchong, there is Lingyun Mountain, where a giant Buddha sleeps, and his tape measure can't hold it. I don't know who carved it here, but it's a miracle of heavenly workmanship. The temple in front of the Buddha is full of incense, and the people are afraid that the Buddha will abandon it, and the beautiful green mountains surround it, and we know that it's the work of Pangu to open up the sky. There's also a myth that there's a lake on the Wanwulou Building, and that the mountain has been short of water since ancient times, and that Chen Shou dreamed a dream of an old man pushing a wheelbarrow and hanging two baskets of water on it, so that it could be brought to the mountain. The boy went down to the mountain and saw the old man pushing a cart, and he bravely stabbed the baskets, and a pool of water was created in the mountain. This spirit, which cannot be expressed in words, this mythological legend, is it the soul I'm searching for? The Great Hall of Treasure on the West Mountain is like a guardian deity, guarding purity, guarding sentiment, guarding conscience, and thousands of people pray for the country's prosperity and the peace of the people, and if you are allowed to tell the story a thousand times, and if you are allowed to choose the way to go, and your mind is as clear as a filter, you'll believe that in the golden autumn, a clear breeze will sweep away the water. The wind sweeps away the haze at this time of the year The moment when thousands of troops stand and ten thousand horsemen condense their breath Look at the red sun that erupts in the morning The hope that rises Your proud face is like a flaming red flag The sound of waves shouting under the monument on the West Mountain The peaks of the red maple sculpted on the West Mountain The bridge across the Jialing River The majesty of the bridge that will always linger The souls of the heroes forged by blood and fire lingering in the sky over the ancient city The righteousness that coalesces the unity of the people Forever reverberating in your heart and chest An afternoon full of sunshine I am holding.
5. to "hometown" as the theme of the poem, Sichuan Nanchong Yilong County,
my hometown
my dream in my hometown
think of the moon palace with Chang'e
think of the seaside blowing the wind
think of snowy mountains
I have many, many dreams
My original dream and my present wish
They are all the same
I dream of a world where the seasons are always green and the buds are fragrant
I wish that all the world's people will be happy and sing with joy
I dream of my hometown
My dream of my hometown
I wish that the years will always flow
I wish that the years will always flow
I wish that the dreams will come true
My dreams will come true