心音

  一颗纯净透明心

  深情咏叹天籁音

  轻若鸿毛落大地

  重似雷霆惊鬼神

  淡如泉水润歌喉

  浓似热血荡胸襟

  一曲化蝶情未了

  又见炊烟缭小村

heart sounds

A pure and transparent heart

Deeply chanting the sounds of nature

Light as a feather falls to the earth

It's like thunder frightening ghosts and gods

Light as spring water moistens the voice

As thick as hot blood

A song turns into a butterfly

See a small village filled with smoke

七律≈杂咏十首

文/陈宏元

一

稻衲潦筹自作耕，犁耙四面起春声。

无边芳草随花长，不尽高枝任鸟鸣。

沧海常存天上泪，禅房难纳世间情。

此生虽是寻凡过，幸得流年享太平。

二

寻常巷井又回春，不惜飞花洒满身。

玉管楼头千里梦，长亭柳外一途尘。

风前篱舍摇红树，浪上渔舟起白鳞。

杜宇声中愁景色，奈何要惹赏游人。

三

野客江头唤渡船，一湾渔艇日高眠。

风穿鹭渚吹芳芷，水拍沙堤忆旧年。

马首花红人寂寞，路途柳绿草缠绵。

世间但愿多生计，莫待穷时不值钱。

四

寥廓鸡声画角楼，怎堪回首一生愁。

牛耕陌外苍山远，鹭舞湖边绿水悠。

芳草难留期马去，兰桥却碍夕阳流。

年年望断春江岸，不缺东风送客舟。

五

掐指天涯岁几更，奈何不舍往时情。

乾坤仍旧心头涌，日月依然海上生。

篱畔莺啼春一色，庭中人困梦千程。

风吹酒醒云烟散，转眼仙翁已远行。

六

暖风吹倦倚楼人，草长莺飞又复春。

岁月花前枝上节，光阴镜里世间尘。

一江流水通吴楚，万古关山越汉秦。

莫是凡情看不透，迷茫何必酒提神。

七

消遣光阴解释春，王城景色一番新。

愧无美酒酬知己，且摘鲜花送故人。

世上浮华存万苦，心头欲望最千辛。

可怜鹦鹉犹多舌，关在笼中敢不真。

八

多少英姿易皱眉，茅茨净扫闭花篱。

空留遗恨成千古，独倚长门到几时。

苦乐堪斟杯里酒，输赢似下手中棋。

幽人欲问无聊事，欢笑如何最适宜。

九

古木萧森野岭前，云深阻隔不知年。

花开南北山无路，水响东西户有泉。

红杏树间飞白鸟，黄龙洞口吐青烟。

此中皆入逍遥外，难说忠心去报天。

十

恼人景色守孤台，狼籍墙花不胜开。

一帐白光千里寂，多情悠鸟几声哀。

王孙解马天涯去，燕子乘风海上来。

门外少阴难挡日，只怜榆树未成材。

2022年2月26日于东莞

Seven rhythms ≈ ten miscellaneous chants

Text / Chen Hongyuan

one

The rice is scrawled and raised, and the plough and rake make the sound of spring on all sides.

Boundless fragrant grass grows with flowers, and its branches are not as high as birds sing.

There are tears in the sky in the sea, and it is difficult to accept the feelings of the world in the meditation room.

Although this life is to find the world, I am lucky to enjoy peace in fleeting years.

two

Ordinary alleys and wells return to spring, and do not hesitate to sprinkle flowers all over your body.

Jade tube building head thousands of miles dream, a long Pavilion willow road dust.

Before the wind, the hedgerow shakes the mangroves, and the fishing boats on the waves have white scales.

Du Yu was worried about the scenery in his voice, but he wanted to attract tourists.

three

The wild guest calls the ferry at the head of the river, and the fishing boat in one bay sleeps high every day.

The wind blows through the Luzhu, the fragrant Zhi blows, and the water pats the sand embankment to recall the old year.

The red horsehead flower is lonely, and the willows and green grass are lingering on the way.

The world hopes to make a living. Don't wait for poverty to be worthless.

four

How can you look back on your life when you draw a corner tower with the sound of a chicken.

Cattle farming street, Cangshan far away, Heron dance, green water by the lake.

The fragrant grass is hard to stay, but the blue bridge hinders the flow of the sunset.

Every year, the Bank of the spring river is broken, and there is no shortage of Dongfeng seeing off boats.

five

Pinch the end of the world, how old is it? Why don't you give up the past.

Heaven and earth are still surging, and the sun and moon are still born on the sea.

The warbler crows in spring on the fence, and the people in the court are sleepy and dream for thousands of miles.

When the wind blows, the clouds disperse after drinking, and in the twinkling of an eye, the fairy has gone far.

six

The warm wind blows tired people leaning on the building, and the grass grows and the warbler flies and returns to spring.

Years before flowers, the branches are on the festival, and the world is in the time mirror.

A river flows through Wu and Chu, and the mountains pass through the Han and Qin Dynasties.

Don't be confused. Why should wine refresh you.

seven

Leisure time explains the spring, and the scenery of the King City is new.

I am ashamed that I have no wine to pay my confidant, and I pick flowers to send to my old friend.

Flashiness in the world is bitter, and the desire in the heart is the most bitter.

The poor parrot is still talkative and dare not be true in a cage.

eight

How many heroes are easy to frown, and Mao CI cleans and closes the flower hedge.

Leave no regrets for thousands of years, and rely on the long gate alone for a long time.

Bitterness and happiness can pour wine into a cup. Winning or losing is like playing chess.

You want to ask boring things, how is laughter best.

nine

In front of the ancient woods and wild mountains, the clouds are deep and the years are unknown.

Flowers bloom, mountains in the north and South have no road, water rings, and households in the East and West have springs.

White birds fly among the red apricot trees, and the Yellow Dragon spits blue smoke at the mouth of the cave.

It's hard to be loyal.

ten

The annoying scenery guards the isolated platform, and the wall flowers are endless.

A curtain of white light, thousands of miles of silence, sentimental leisurely birds, a few cries of sorrow.

The king's grandson took the horse to the end of the world, and the swallow came to the sea in the wind.

There is little shade outside the door and it is difficult to block the sun. I only pity that the elm is not mature.

Dongguan, February 26, 2022