Hate is as new as new, hate is new, and it’s all over again. Look at the sky, how many floating clouds there are. The beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, I will see you again in the season of falling flowers. The wind and rain come at night, and the return of spring seems to want to keep people behind. The respect is like the sea, the people are like jade, the poems are like brocade, and the pen is like God. Can say a few words and be diligent. When the sun sets over the river, when will we focus on the details? In the shade of green poplars, listen to the sun pass, and the door covers the dusk. ——Xin Qiji, Song Dynasty, "Going to Xiping and Sending Du Shugao off" Sending to Xiping and Sending Du Shugao off Hate is as new as new, and new hate comes again. Look at the sky, how many floating clouds there are. The beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, I will see you again in the season of falling flowers. The wind and rain come at night, and the return of spring seems to want to keep people behind.
His dignity is like the sea, his people are like jade, his poems are like brocade, and his pen is like a god. Can say a few words and be diligent. When the sun sets over the river, when will we focus on the details? In the shade of green poplars, listen to the sun pass, and the door covers the dusk. Farewell to the Patriotic Appreciation
Du Shugao, also known as Du Shugao, is the given name of Shugao. In 1189 AD, he traveled from his hometown of Jinhua to Shangrao, three hundred miles away, to visit Xin Qiji, who had retired from office and was living idle. The two hit it off and got along very well. In 1200, Du Yi visited Xin Qiji again and got very happy with him. Du Yi visited him twice, and Xin held banquets and exchanges with him. He saved 12 lyrics and 2 poems. The number of works corresponding to Du Chong is not only rare in Xinji, but also rare in the history of Chinese literature. This word is one of them. Xin Qiji (1140-1207), a poet in the Southern Song Dynasty. His original name was Tanfu, changed to You'an, and his nickname was Jiaxuan. He was Han nationality and a native of Licheng (now Jinan, Shandong). When he was born, the Central Plains was occupied by Jin soldiers. At the age of 21, he joined the anti-Jin rebel army and soon returned to the Southern Song Dynasty. He has successively served as the pacifier of Hubei, Jiangxi, Hunan, Fujian, and eastern Zhejiang. He devoted his life to resisting gold. He once published "Ten Comments on Meiqin" and "Nine Discussions" to lay out strategies for war and defense. His poems express the patriotic enthusiasm of trying to restore the unity of the country, express the grief and indignation of unrealized aspirations, and condemn the humiliation of the then rulers for peace; there are also many works that praise the country's mountains and rivers. The subject matter is broad and he is good at using allusions from previous generations into the lyrics. The style is majestic and heroic yet also delicate and charming. Because Xin Qiji's anti-golden ideas were inconsistent with the political views of the peace faction in power, he was later impeached and dismissed from office, and retired to Daihu, Jiangxi.
Xin Qiji: The separation of hatred turns into rain on a spring night. The spring river is added, and the land flows eastward. Even weak willows can't live in the boat. I am worried about you and must listen to the sound of the oar. You go to Nanxu Fangcao Ferry. I want to find spring and still go the same way as before. The night after, I looked back with pity. The mountains and mountains cover countless areas. ——Song Dynasty·Yang Yanzheng's "Die Lianhua·Farewell Fan Nanbo"
Die Lianhua·Farewell Fan Nanbo The separation of hatred becomes the rain on a spring night. The spring river is added, and the land flows eastward. Even weak willows can't live in the boat. I am worried about you and must listen to the sound of the oar.
You arrive at Nanxu Fangcao Ferry. I want to find spring and still go the same way as before. The night after, I looked back with pity. The mountains and mountains cover countless areas. Farewell me gracefully, I feel happy and relaxed in autumn, but who says that autumn is happy and sad? The sun is about to set over the mountains, and the water and clear sky are suitable. The white jade pot of Lu wine sent me off to Jinji. Rest on the saddle and rest on the ancient trees, untie the belt and hang the horizontal branches. The singing drums are played in the pavilion on the river, and the music is played by the gods. The clouds return to the blue sea in the evening, and the geese disappear in the blue sky. We are thousands of miles apart from each other, and we are at a loss and have no thoughts. ——Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty "A banquet was held in the pavilion of Yao's ancestral hall in Lu County in autumn to bid farewell to Du Buque and Fan Shiyu." Yunqiu is happy and sad?
The sun is about to set over the mountains, and the water and clear sky are suitable.
A white jade pot of Lu wine sent him off to the Golden Gate.
Rest on the saddle and rest on the ancient trees, untie the belt and hang the horizontal branches.
The singing drums are played in the pavilion on the river, and the music is played so fast.
The clouds return to the blue sea at night, and the geese disappear from the blue sky.
We are thousands of miles apart from each other, and we are at a loss and have no thoughts. Autumn, farewell to friends, lyrical and bold, forgetting Chengdu for ten years, because you can't help but think about it. With the clear tears shed on the Yangtze River. Therefore, we know the beauty of the mountain, but the solitary guest feels desolate. Sit down and don't worry that you haven't seen me yet. You will be heartbroken when you come back. Diligent and diligent. This body is like a passing house, where is my hometown? ——Song Dynasty·Su Shi's "Linjiang Immortal·Send Wang Mian"
Linjiang Immortal·Send Wang Mian
Forget about Chengdu for ten years, because you will think about it. With the clear tears shed on the Yangtze River. Therefore, we know the beauty of the mountain, but the solitary guest feels desolate.
Sit down and don’t worry that you haven’t seen me yet. You will be heartbroken when you come back. Diligent and diligent. This body is like a passing house, where is my hometown?
Farewell, mourning, loss of hometown