About the Author. Wang Niansheng. Pseudonym Yun Cirru Yun Shu. Man. Born in September 1962. Anhui Qianshan people. Medium ** member. He is a member of the Chinese Poetry Society and a member of the Provincial and Municipal Poetry Societies. He is a member of the Chinese Poetry Research Association, a member of the Chinese Couplet Society, a director of the China Fuyuan Poetry Association, a director of the Qianshan Poetry Association, a member of the Qianshan Calligraphy Association, and a certified editor of "Gold List Headlines". His works have been published in national, provincial and municipal poetry dictionaries, poetry magazines and micro-journals. Occasional awards. Make good teachers and friends, and share Song Yu and Tang Feng.
The joy of the housewarming of the cousin Wang Qiong.
On an auspicious day, the latent sun shines brightly, and the fragrance of books surrounds the pavilion.
Invite friends to watch the landscape by the column, and serve fruit tea to the guests with wine.
Bole can recognize horses in his eyes, and Jiang Yan's pen can give birth to flowers.
The spring breeze and the first new home are warm, and Zheng Juelou has a good prospect.
Wine. Pour a cup and sigh with friends, and meet with friends to drink Du Kang.
Li Bai shook his head and chanted the moon, and Xi Zhi shook his arms and wrote the firmament.
The vine hangs down the cliff and the clouds are moist, and the pen is drunk and the ink is crazy.
Shake hands and invite goodbye on the way home, and enjoy the spring wine in the Year of the Dragon.
Hezhou Mansion Zhengfang old Mr. Mi Shou.
Long live the snow friends in front of the mountain, and the pine, green, bamboo and green are always blended.
Taoyuan dedicates fruit to the teacher's virtue, and the sea house adds a great achievement.
When you learn deeply, you can think far away, and you can live in a good environment.
Today, Mi Shouchun Tingle is happy, and he is more abundant in wine.
The Yuantan Branch of the He Qianshan Poetry Association was established.
The capital of the brush industry holds the jade, and the people gather together in the pool.
Occasionally, tourists pour wine together, and enter the altar to learn poetry.
Xia Hu Bo Qing Su Shi was drunk, and Cha Chong Jingmei was easy to be an idiot.
Tang Feng has been in the tide since then, and likes to see the rise of Yuantan.
Yongyuantan brush industry.
The business was held in the past, and now the rise is shocking.
The pole pine and bamboo are carefully made, and the strands of hair are beautiful and climbing.
The rain poured thousands of households, and the benevolent wind blew in all directions.
The meritorious and powerful guests, Yayun Xinyin went down to Hushan.
Yukikako. Spring Festival.
Bamboo around Xinzhuang, carp leaping pond. Changing the peach charm, it has been bathed in spring. Thousands of households, beaming with joy. Look at the plum blossoms, the window flowers are wonderful, and the flowers are raised.
Bright mountains and beautiful waters, silver bricks and tiles. Good sons and grandchildren, gather in Huatang. The new house is beautiful, and the old house is fragrant. May the country be free, the people will be free, and the blessings will be boundless.
Laba Festival of Rebuke.
I am not a chief, and I sigh that Fengshan is in the autumn.
Green tea is often a diving companion, and poetry and books want to pay the Anhui River.
How can a humble person live in the Lan room, and he is considered an old cow if he lacks it.
Porridge and delicacies should be sacrificed to ancestors, and Qiong Wei will be worry-free when she is drunk.
Poetic idiot. The weather is cold and lazy to enjoy the morning light, and the couch is written on the daily.
The illness is not unbearable, the sake is thin, and the heart is upset, but fortunately there is the fragrance of green tea.
Shaoling Law Ya seeks classics, and Su Shi is eloquent.
Ida was just happy with herself, and the good wife called me to use soup.