As a woman in a feudal society, Li Hanzhang was able to achieve such accomplishments and achieve remarkable results in literature. "Among the many people in Yunnan Province in the past dynasties, strong women are rare, and the works that have been circulated are even rarer." "Li Hanzhang is the only female poet who can establish her own family. She is really rare in the Yunnan poetry circle, and she shines alone." She is not only good at poetry, but also good at calligraphy and painting. In the 29th year of Qianlong's reign, she was established in Panlong Mountain. The plaque in the imperial pavilion was written when he was twenty years old. The European regular script characters are large and powerful, and are highly praised by calligraphers.
Mrs. Li Hanzhang comforts her two sons.
The reasons for gains and losses are revealed like lightning, and the old man hesitates for you.
If you don’t say goodbye to feathers and satin for three years, you will have enough light to ride on the carriage.
A few people from all over the world have found their way, and most of them have been lurking in gullies.
Back then, Peng Ya sang Hu Yi, how could he start studying because of the name of the subject.
Sitting in the Dew on an Autumn Night
The fire clouds have not yet been harvested in autumn, and the Shang Qi has reached its peak in the evening. The cool breeze stirs the wood, and the Wu leaves sway and fall. Guangting stood there for a long time, half of the moon's shadow was on the ground. The Milky Way is light and waveless, and the sparse forest is bright at first sight. Xuannan is the most secluded place, with dew bamboos and cold green trees. Under the clear shade, there is wisteria, and the lingering fragrance is cold lotus root. I love the cool night when I wear my lapels draped, but I forget to sleep when I sit dry. The clock is sinking for a long time at night, and the fireflies are flowing on the sleeves of clothes.
Immediate scene
The slanting moon reflects on the sparse curtains, and the night becomes cold and dim. Walking through the winding road to the west, pear blossoms are reflected on the clothes.
Wangu Temple
I don’t know the way to the mountain temple, but suddenly I heard the sound of running water. The stream turns with the rocks, and the tower is level with the white clouds. The ancient trees are boundless, and the birds sing every now and then. Take a nap under the pine roots and try to drink from the clear blue spring.
Reading Wang Meng's poems and occasional poems
Zhongyun's writing is strong and his pen is strong, and he dares to surrender when he has no plan. The new sorrow should follow Yu's founding, and the old tears once mourned Zhang Qujiang. Who is the first in new words in Quexia? The celebrities in the river are unparalleled. There are no sad places in my life, just like Qi Wang's Yuefu tune. Pengze climbs alone in the high wind, and his graceful appearance is unparalleled in the world. In the middle of the month, the poets of the willows are gone, and after the snow, the plum blossoms are leisurely for wild tourists. When I return to my dream, I should live in Tongbai Temple, and my soul will eventually circle around Lumen Mountain. If you teach me that the Lord has not given up on each other, why would you let him go again under the bed?
Qin Shihuang
The neighbors in the Golden Tiger Palace are pitiful, and they are suspicious of the quail head given to Juntian. Finally, the six kingdoms were returned to three households, and all living beings laughed at the nine springs. There are ghosts in Yunqiang Mountain in the car, and there are no immortals in the boat in the misty sea. It is sad that the Great Wall is still there, but it still supports Su Fu Jian Nian.
Wangdai
The mountains and rivers stand tall in China, and thousands of valleys and storms lie below. The sky is bright and wild horses are shining brightly overseas, and the shadows of people in the world are like mayflies. The gold and silver energy surges into the tower, and the sound of the piano is cold and the grass and trees are in autumn. If you want to brush the dome monument and ask the Qin and Han Dynasties, I am afraid that there will be bears left on the moss seal.
Imagine the ancient times
Chonggui, Maoshan pepper, orchids and beautiful streams. The flowers are blooming and the fragrance is flowing, but no one has passed through loneliness. Time has come and gone, glory and despair are all in harmony. The peach and plum blossoms are scorching, and they are graceful in spring. Ronghua is not a bad person, climbing and breaking is often very painful. Honor your name as a treasure, don't say goodbye to Tu Ke again.
There are many rare birds in Yanzhou, including Kong and Luan. In the morning, I live on a coral branch, and in the evening, I sleep in a hibiscus field. The literary talent is quite self-respecting, and Hua Han is correct and correct. The envoys of the Han Dynasty paid great attention to rare treasures, and the nets came to pay attention to the mountains. Drink from Qiongchi water, and have white jade railings on your wings. You can stay in the forbidden forest for as long as you want, and everything you eat is Langgan. Isn't it time to drink and peck, and the sound is often sad? The youngling is left behind in the old mountain, and the journey is difficult. Don't laugh at the wren. A branch is your own safety.
The flowers are blooming in the spring sun, and the leaves are cold in the autumn. Since the Shang Dynasty, the green leaves have become withered. The fragrance has passed away, but the indifference remains true. The straight stems are covered with frost, and the roots are covered with spring. I can rely on it for pleasure and peace of mind, and I can be pure and pure. Every solitary person has his own ambitions, but Song Baizhen is the only one. Don't complain about the misfortune of wind and frost, there is great virtue in it.
I have Zhao Chengzhu, growing thin sea song. The pregnant moon contains clear light, illuminating the shark's house. Once I met Yue Jia, I picked out the secluded valley. It was presented to Mingguang Palace and used as a casket. The golden vat never sleeps, and the talisman is decorated with brilliant colors. If you deserve your name, why bother worrying about fish eyes.
Reading Wei Shi on an autumn night
The mountain city is full of autumn shade, and the coolness penetrates deep into the house. At dusk, the rain passed by, and the eaves slipped intermittently. The sky is bright and clear, and the curtains reflect the cold green. The clouds are pale and the moon is falling, and the remaining light shines into the bamboo trees. No one has gone to bed at night, and the green stirrup shines alone. I love this five-character poem and read it quietly to the yellow flowers.
The three girls ordered Zhao to return to the capital gate
Mo Yanqin was a guest at home, and only after he left did he know that he was the master. At the age of a hundred, I slandered Guan’s mother, but for a moment the sage disowned all my relatives. Jin Xuan will always store delicious food in the daytime, and jade bamboo shoots will pay the official salary. I spent the rest of my time chanting thank you catkins, and the brocade bag should be sent to the shore of Sichuan.
In the middle of Huoshan Road
The clear sand and wild grass are dry, and the fresh wind and Fenshui mark the journey. Thousand-layered wheat ridges sprout from the top of the mountain, and there is a path of pine trees and shade beside the stream. Doves and doves are flying in the setting sun in the high pavilion, and dodders are walking on the snow-covered peaks. The legacy of the Tang and Wei Dynasties is still there, and Pingyang is the ancient imperial capital.
In the middle of Pingding Prefecture Road
There are no birds flying high in the mountains, and the rugged road is a bend. The sad wind grows distant trees, and the front mountains are lost in the dawn mist. Under the wheat field, the sound of cars is heard among the rocks. In the Qianqiu land of Yanzhao, there are many important passes.
On Poetry
A good poem is like a beautiful woman, charming and lonely. The screen of lead is not protected, but this flawless jade is maintained. The clever smile is flowing, and the eyebrows are bright green. Why show off your fancy clothes when you lose your beauty in one glance. Another example is that when you hear a good bird, you should make noise among all the tribes. It leads to the sound of heaven and harmony, and sings to the leaves and strings. Spring flowers sing in the warehouse, cuckoos cry in the moonlight at night. There is knowledge in every detail, and the listener feels deeply moved. Then I realized that the voice of the heart is no longer fighting against the chaos. Laughter and crying are rooted in nature, and the wind and waves can touch it. Don't make the sounds of nature behave, but make the old woman sleep. The spirit is full of appearance, but the taste is subtle. Since coming from Qi Liang, the algae has been dazzling everyone. The earthworks are decorated with gold mink, and the ornaments are decorated with paper casings. Isn't it good to watch on the sidelines? The true meaning of suffering is cut off. The orchids and jadeite collections are astonishing. Shao Yu Shao lingers in chanting, and the moon dew is trapped in the carvings. The cage and scenery are carved into the vegetation. Happiness has been dull recently, and the idle talk has lasted for a long time. The joys and sorrows cannot be controlled, and the writing may be tired. The color is colorful and the sound is different. How can a woman be diligent in recording things when she is in the middle of her job? He knows the wind and people's ambitions, and his spirit is borrowed from Tao Shu. The etiquette and righteousness of stopping the heat comes from three hundred slips. To the harmonious palace Shang, the six righteousnesses have the right swan. My words may not be roundabout, but try to read them again and again.
Wuchang Zhouci
In the autumn moon of Fanshan Mountain, I climbed up the old building, and visited Orchid River to visit the past. Going south, the mountains level off and the foothills break, while water coming from the north flows into the river. In the middle of the night, the horned fish and dragon are painted on the wild goose island with ten miles of flat sand. But looking at Hengxiang and remembering it far away, the star is shining in Tanzhou.
In the middle of Xiangjiang Road
While paddling on Xiangnan Road, the sails are sparse and the rain is light. The green mountains are like old acquaintances, and the beautiful hair is new life. Bitter bamboo is hidden deep in the temple, and the spring tide is half-way into the city. Pedestrians are extremely worried, afraid of hearing the sound of partridges.
Seeing the Moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival is a blessing
The water in Beizhu has just begun to fall, and autumn has divided in the world. Who knows that tonight the moon shines on each cloud? The barrier is vast and the sound of business cannot be heard. The wind and snow are early in Jimen, and I miss you so much when I am exhausted.
Nostalgia for the past in Huangling Temple
Don’t you see that Xiangshan Mountain is high and Xiangshui is blue, with tears staining the blue sky. The green grass floats in the snow waves in the morning, and the melancholy clouds converge towards the sky at dusk. When the emperor's daughter went to the Xuan Palace, Wei Rui once heard that the ceremony was prosperous. I have opened two rooms next to the pine clouds, and look at the beautiful sun and moon with double eyes. Drums, harp, clothes, and music spread all over the world, and stars and pavilions have twin suns and bright pearls. Age is all playing plain female strings, and Juntian is playing the emperor's music. Once the carved jade descends to the southern sky, the green chariot and golden carriage will never return. Manbi's plastic boat sank in the Han River, and the same sword was left behind to mourn the bridge mountain. Once the bridge and the mountain are gone, it will last forever, but the soul will remain in the sky far away. It's hard for Yu Biao to take advantage of the wind in the hanging garden, and the sky is clear to see Chuanyang Pu. The general soul of Xuanyang Jiangpu is enchanted, and he even rides a flying dragon to chase the evening tide. The emperor's son is playing the harp on the Lingjiang River, and the husband is worried about playing the flute in the Dongting Palace. Where is the person who has stopped playing the flute? The local customs and legends have not changed. The situation in Bei Quezhu Palace is uncertain, and the orchids, laurels, laurels and laurels are in the mist in the sky. Qianqiu laments and complains about the poet, nostalgic for the past and feeling sad for the long distance. The ghosts in the mountains cry in the autumn wind of Xili, and the passenger boats listen to the partridges and the dusk rain. I came to lean on the rafter to look for the remains. The ancient trees were rustling and the steps were moss-green. The temple fire shines green in Lujiaoji, and the cold wave sobs in Balinguo. When Qu Fu was completed, the books were not burned, and scholars always had different opinions. I would like to spread the water from the Beizhu River to the clouds in the Gaotang Gorge.
Return to Capital City
My dream of traveling in Beijing for twenty years is to see the flowers of the north again today. Every time I travel to the past and doubt my life, I will return home after a temporary break. Don't worry about whether the door is like water or the room is like a snail. The drama is full of green quinoa lights all night long, and people in the eight houses talk about the government office.
He suffered from lung disease due to his poor academic performance
Without an official position, he gained a lot of lightness, so he turned to editing to support his illness. The widowed people will be able to live longer than the Great Evolution, and the people in the Book of Disciples will want to be reborn in old age. The heart of repaying kindness is so heavy that the tired horse is forgotten, and the horse becomes invisible and remains unburned. Cherish it and say that you will stay healthy every year, and good times will accompany you.
The Tomb of the First Master of Qizishan Province
There are no more horses and horses in the corner of the five lakes, and no Wu Yang descends on the purple capital. The big bird roosts in the cloud mountains thousands of miles away, and the chicks weep in the wind and rain for twenty years. As far as the door is concerned, you can see the Xizhou tree. This place was once home to Hepu Pearl. Looking back, where is the sound? The poplars are bleak and crying miserably.
Returning to Wuxing for the first time and feeling the poem
Chu Shui Yanshan recalls the old days, and the traces always follow him in the past twenty years. Today I return to Pingzhou Chao alone, the cold moon and cold stirrups shine on my temples.
Every time I return to the field, I feel more sad. Who will recognize the traces of the old nest when I turn around? Poor water by the Bali Bridge, it is difficult to return to the soul of Sansheng Stone.
Wu Shangqiaonan made a fortune, and worked hard to retain the money of a high official. After knowing that one's innocence can be passed down, why would one need two hectares of land to betray Guo?
Bianling Mountain is green and connected with Li Zemei. It is very sad to climb up the tower and look out. Do you know what I said to you? Walking around Guohu Mountain is like the old days.
Baique Temple
The apricot blossoms are blowing softly and the spring is clear and early, so I will take a spring outing temporarily to take advantage of the spring dawn. The cold dawn still feels thin and invades people, and the dew in the night can see thick and wet grass in the distance. The yellow hats are brushed on the banks of the weeping poplars, and the official dishes reflect the red coats. Long pines and thin cypresses recognize Qi Liang, broken towers and ruined monuments are missing. When you enter the mountain, you will feel the flowers are more beautiful. When you arrive at the temple, you will be surprised by the spring. You Xunwan turns to see the flying leaves, and after sitting for a long time, the birds sing again. The Buddha's stirrups are green and cold, shining through the ages. They have experienced many mornings and dusk. Where is the sparrow flying? The night-blooming night-blooming night-blooming cereus is as empty as a sweep. There are only pearl flags left to worship the children, and only the sound of golden cymbals can be heard. I dare not ask about the wisdom of my previous life, but I am still confused about what to pray for in the future. When I return home, I recite Buddhist sutras, and a wisp of fragrance from the seal smoke curls up in my heart.
Xian Mountain
There is no way to look for the Quququan with a stick a hundred feet from the top. After the Tang Dynasty, most of the Taiwanese pavilions were written, and the poems of "Zhang" were most popular in the middle of the Song Dynasty. The clouds dim and the trees cover the monastery, and the wind blows flowers and falls into the fishing boat. At dusk, I look at the bottle pavilion in Wawa, and who is the immortal in wine in front of me.
Indicate that Si’er should take the provincial examination
It is the year of the hard-working chicken window asking for the word, and this trip will be a good one for the ancestral whip. Hua Kun is cultivating the wind wing, shooting the falcon to see the broken string. The good jade is burned in the fire for three days, but the Yuanzhu is afraid of falling into the abyss. It is said that the family background supports Yang Zhong, and high hopes must be taught to comfort Yequan