Artist Zhang Yueshuan

Zhang Yueshuan, pen name: Lev. Born in 1958, Han nationality, high school student, Pingdingshan Party School student. 20 14 wrote a collection of poems (poems with pictures) about chopping wood, which was published by Suzhou University. Now engaged in poetry and literary creation. He is good at illustrations and lyrics, and has published hundreds of illustrated poems.

Poetry in the distance and Leo

Send a stack

Deep yearning for the distance.

Bind a stubborn complex

Don't open your mind at will

Just write the wrong address.

Quietly put away the melancholy of voting wrongly.

Or burn the accumulated stationery.

Forget Bai Lianhua in the end of the world

Find the position with the best mood.

To the most beautiful pond in Bai Lianhua.

Cherish to nothingness in the mood.

by then

Maybe he is wandering under the stars with a lotus in his hand.

(Written by Lev Ding Younian in Zhilan Village, Fushan, late winter)

The great spirit never dies.

? Leo's poems

Fade out the flesh and blood of youth

Violet's bones and muscles are harder.

Noble spirit

Awesome between heaven and earth

Scholars love lotus flowers.

Not only green and pure.

Fang Hua bu ran

But I also love its simple charm.

Its self-discipline and cleanliness

The pride and commonness of life.

Put it in rotten bones.

Dedicated to the bookcase

For nothing else.

Just to remember its honesty.

And awe-inspiring righteousness

Swing in a dirty world

(Written by Lev Ding Younian in Zhilanzhai, Fushan in late autumn)

Dingyou Double Ninth Festival

Leo's poems

The rising sun spit out the first ray of sunshine.

When the fog barrier in the blue sky is opened in the morning

I am very excited.

Stride up Wei Ziliang.

Unintentional red leaves are all over the mountain

Deliberately looking for that chrysanthemum yellow

The chrysanthemums on the top of the mountain are not as beautiful as those cultivated.

But it has a natural tenacity.

is unteachable

No family charm.

Pleasant charm

But it has a proud fragrance.

I like chrysanthemums

Love is her wildness and innocence.

Aofeng Aoyu Ao Cream

I gave my feelings to Qiuju at the top of the mountain.

She knows my thoughts are long.

(Written by Lev Ding Younian in Zhilanzhai, Fushan in late autumn)

Poems by Magpie and Bird Leo

My lovely magpie

She went to a distant place.

My lovely magpie

She left an empty nest room.

There is no shade in front of her window.

Her nest is not shaded by green leaves.

Autumn wind passes through her boudoir.

Autumn rain soaked her embroidered bed.

where is she

She went to look for warm sunshine.

She still appears from time to time.

I can still hear her chirping in my ear.

She won't go far.

Her window is pregnant with the hope of spring.

No matter how far she goes.

I can't get out of my infinite thoughts.

(Written by Lev Ding Younian in Zhilanzhai, Fushan in late autumn)

Qiushui Fishing Photography Zhang Quanxi Schleif

Autumn waters are alone in the boat, and a fisherman fights with a hat.

The morning mist is still there, and the birds on the poplar tree are singing.

Leisure and wild interest, Joan likes autumn wind.

Look at the fishing boat from a distance and look back at the river.

Poems of the immortal garden

Snow covers distant mountains, and fairies live in pavilions.

Temporarily borrow Yaochi to entertain guests, and the ancient altar wine locks Qionglou.

Thousands of cups make you drunk, and thousands of clouds flow around you.

Jade wrist golden vase green moths smile, leisurely drinking.

Hukou Yellow River Week Photography? Leo's poems

Water from the snowy plateau flows into the Yellow River.

Split the hukou stone and leave Henan happily.

The yellow mud does not see the bottom, and the whirlpool can build a ship.

Flowing through Shandong, I dare not speak into the sea.

Leo's poems in the distant mountains

The mountains are far away, and you are here.

Although I can't see you.

I will miss you forever.

Silently miss

Why meet each other?

Distant mountain, I am at the foot of the mountain.

You are on the top of the mountain.

In the snow.

You are a holy snow lotus.

Snowflake is your skirt.

Set off your smile

I looked up at Xuefeng from a distance.

Tears congealed in the eyes.

Distant mountains separate the line of sight.

Tears float into your eyes with the wind.

And that endless yearning.

Why do you want to see it?

I have released the swan full of poems.

(Author Lev Ding Younian and The Last Summer in Fushan Zhilanzhai)