Su Shunqin (1008- 1048), a poet in the northern song dynasty, was born in Kaifeng (now Henan), and his great-grandfather moved to Kaifeng (now Henan) from Tongshan, Zizhou. He used to be a county magistrate, a judge in Dali, a captain in Jixian Hall and an academy supervisor. Because he supported Fan Zhongyan's innovation in celebrating the calendar, he was hated by the old school. In the imperial history, Wang and Cheng let their officials play illegally, and when they entered the play to worship the gods, they used the money from selling waste paper to entertain guests. Resign to live in Suzhou. Later, it was restored to Huzhou with a long history, but it soon died out. He is as famous as Mei Yao Chen and is called "Mei Su". There are four volumes of Su Shiwen Collection, Su Shunqin Collection (16) and series, which were published and engraved during the Kangxi period of Qing Dynasty. Su Shunqin Collection was published by Shanghai Ancient Books Publishing House in 198 1 year. Su Shunqin
Plum blossoms in the West Lake are covered with snow, and willow smoke is everywhere. The original boat is firmly tied to the east coast, and the golden thread is like a string board. Spring melts Nanpu ice, wine wakes up the shadow of the moon in the west wing, and the stars are cold one day. Fame and fortune, poetry and wine are full of debts. -Yuan Gu Derun's Zhong Lu Zui Gao Ge Xi Chun Lai, Lu Zui Gao Ge Xi Chun Lai.
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Plum blossoms are snowing everywhere, and willow smoke is everywhere. The original boat is firmly tied to the east coast, and the golden thread is like a string board.
Spring melts Nanpu ice, wine awakens the shadow of the moon in the west wing, and the stars are cold one day. Fame and fortune, poetry and wine are full of debts.
On the boat on the ninth floor of Qingtian, there are mountains and roads, mountains and scales, and six screens around the awning window. Just like Danqing Wangchuan. It's a fairy cave. There are people in the cloud tree. Try to look at the edge of Yuxi. I'm afraid there are peach blossoms. -Yuan Qiaoji's "Double Tune Qing Dong Yuan _ Qingtian Jiulou Mountain" Double Tune Qing Dong Yuan _ Qingtian Jiulou Mountain
On the ninth floor of Qingtian, Shan Zhongcong.
Vast mountain roads, rows of Shan Ye, six screens around the awning window. Just like Danqing Wangchuan. It's a fairy cave. There are people in the cloud tree. Try to look at the edge of Yuxi. I'm afraid there are peach blossoms.
Whose family is Linton? Small and fair. Grandpa bears the official money, why should he abandon it in a hurry? No matter who I am, Zhumen is near Guangmo. Tell Nong to live well and jump without knowledge. When I am alone, I feel sorry for myself. After teaching singing and dancing for three years, Wan Li left his relatives. When the stunt meets the king, the pet is different. Gaotang is red, and Deng Hua doesn't want a seat. Give a rosewood trough and blow a white Yu Di. Jinwen sewed my clothes and pearls covered my forehead. Coral branches rustle and the piano sounds messy. I'm a poor family. I throw it away when I meet it. One was driven away, and two people were never heard from. Reward tens of millions of gold without starving bones. Living happily in another country, there is nothing good about flesh and blood! -The Son of Linton by Qing Wu
Wu Yewei in Qing Dynasty
Read the full article Who is in Linton? Small and fair.
Grandpa bears the official money, why should he abandon it in a hurry?
No matter who I am, Zhumen is near Guangmo.
Tell Nong to live well and jump without knowledge.
When I am alone, I feel sorry for myself.
After teaching singing and dancing for three years, Wan Li left his relatives.
When the stunt meets the king, the pet is different.
Gaotang is red, and Deng Hua doesn't want a seat.
Give a rosewood trough and blow a white Yu Di.
Jinwen sewed my clothes and pearls covered my forehead.
Coral branches rustle and the piano sounds messy.
I'm a poor family. I throw it away when I meet it.
One was driven away, and two people were never heard from.
Reward tens of millions of gold without starving bones.
Living happily in another country, there is nothing good about flesh and blood! ▲