Wei Yingwu's Poems

Autumn Langya Jingshe

Repeated visits to the outside world, endless appreciation.

In high autumn, the landscape is clear.

The palace of Shangyongyan is full of breath. Look at Yunqianping at dusk.

The vast cold color rises and the bell rings in the evening.

Meaning love at night, as Fu Shoubao.

Understanding words and dressing, smart in the forest line.

Langya Temple

Designated to show mercy to others, I have been traveling for a long time.

Sounds and sounds of the ripples, the former shining Chonggang.

It's very cold in Qing-Ming-Tai, and it's fragrant with green grass and woody fragrance.

Fill in the flowers and fruits, and build a cloud house with rocks.

The meridian system revolves with the rocks, and the wind is not definite.

Xinquan Xieyin Wall, Gaoluoyin Green Pond.

Once climbing the forest, drinking water should be cool.

Things can be repaired, fatigue will never be forgotten.

He returned to the county cabinet, but the mountains were vast.

Chuzhou West stream

Alone pity the grass is growing on the edge, and there is a deep tree song of the oriole.

The spring tide rains late and urgently, and the wild ferry boats run wild.

Huailang Yanchen and Biao Ershizi

Baiyun buries Dagu, Yinya drips Night Spring.

Should reside in the West Hill Room, the moon shines on the mountain barren.

Tongyuan Tin Tin Langya Temple

Suitable for noisy counties and cities, but also three volts of heat.

There are many sceneries in the mountains, and the cold springs are clean in the stone.

Flower scent in heaven, pine and bamboo in the world.

The hall divides Lanling Ming and boards the hanging ridge.

The evening sun descends in poverty, and the quiet visions are covered.

Wind and rain area, cold knows dragon and snake cave.

Feelings are empty and desolate, but circumstances are empty and dusty.

Is it not Tao and rutting?

Planting willow in West stream

Zaiyi is well-wished and ashamed of the past.

Talking about the holidays, planting Liuxi Jianbin.

Keep quiet and tired, and return to the clouds.

Soil is sealed up by human resources, and raw strips are grown in Yangchun.

Shall Cheng Yin take it for Mao belongs to another day?

Yanyong stay reward, landscape changes evening.