Heshui Zuo, male, born in July, 1958, a native of Lushan City (formerly Xing Zi County), Jiangxi Province, has been studying and working in Nanchang for a long time. Master of Economics, Fudan University, scholar, visiting professor, international trader, applied writer, poet, amateur composer and cartoonist.
Member of China Investment Society, China Finance Society, China Music Literature Society, China Music Copyright Society, director of Jiangxi Poetry Society, honorary president of Jiangxi Yuanming Hometown Painting and Calligraphy Institute, visiting professor of Jiangxi University of Finance and Economics, first director of China Small and Medium Enterprises Association, and chairman and general manager of Jiangxi Huaxia Foreign Trade Company.
In the fields of finance, investment, accounting, practical writing, poetry, songs, calligraphy and painting, comics, novels, news reports and other multidisciplinary and artistic fields, there are research and creative achievements.
Heshui Zuo's works:
Beginning of winter (Heshui Zuo)
The north wind is cold, and the eyes are half green and half yellow.
Four fields built dikes for drought and flood, and ten thousand people threshed the floor for winter storage.
Xiaoxue (Heshui Zuo)
The first snow in Taihang Mountain brought cold wind and withered all the way to Mengdong.
When chrysanthemums wither and plum blossoms move in the hedge, we know that the earth will rise.
Heavy snow (Heshui Zuo)
The mountains are gloomy and dark, and cold light shakes all the branches.
Snow white should sing a sentence, wear branches to sweep the courtyard and play plum blossoms.
Winter solstice (Heshui Zuo)
The wind in the northwest has weakened the grass, and it has been freezing for several times, and there has been a sun.
The time during the day is the shortest, but I see Jin Mei blooming.
Slight cold (Heshui Zuo)
Frozen Wan Li is covered with snow, blocking thousands of ports.
Yesterday I cut peaches and pruned some trees, and suddenly it looked like a plum blossom overnight.
Great Cold (Heshui Zuo)
Wax trees are shady and mountains are bright, and the north wind roars the three rivers alone.
The old farmer still likes Gao Xue, and it will taste like wheat in the coming year.