Wang Bo (649-676), a poet of the Tang Dynasty. Han nationality, named Zi'an. A native of Longmen, Jiangzhou (now Hejin, Shanxi). Wang Bo and Yu Long are equally famous for their poetry and prose, and are collectively known as "Wang Yu" and "the two heroes of the early Tang Dynasty". Wang Bo is also as famous as Yang Jiong, Lu Zhaolin, and King Luo Bin, and they are collectively known as the "Four Heroes of the Early Tang Dynasty", among which Wang Bo is the top of the "Four Heroes of the Early Tang Dynasty". Wang Bo was the grandson of Wang Tong, a great Confucian in the late Sui Dynasty (Wang Tong was a famous scholar in the late Sui Dynasty, with the title of "Zhongzi"). Wang Tong gave birth to two sons, the eldest was Fu Jiao, and the second was Fuzhi. Fuzhi was Wang Bo's father, and he served as Dr. Taichang and Yongzhou. He holds the positions of Sigong, Jiaozhi County Magistrate, Liuhe County Magistrate, and Qi Governor Shi. It can be seen that Wang Bo grew up in a scholarly family. Wang Bo is also Wang Ji's great-nephew.
Wang Bo's talent showed up early. At the age of 14, he passed the examination and passed the examination. Later, his talent became even more outstanding. At that time, he was as famous as Yang Jiong, Lu Zhaolin, and Luo Binwang and was called the Four Heroes of the Early Tang Dynasty. At the beginning of Qianfeng's reign (666), Li Xianzheng, king of Pei, served as an attendant in the palace. Two years later, he was expelled from the palace in anger by Emperor Gaozong because he wrote a play called "Chicken of the King of England". Then he traveled to Bashu. In the third year of Xianheng (672), he joined the army in Guozhou. He was punished for killing official slaves and was pardoned and expelled. His father was also affected and demoted to Jiaozhiling. In the second year (675) or the third year (676) of the Shangyuan Dynasty, Wang Bo went south to visit relatives, crossed the sea and drowned, and died of panic. His poems strive to get rid of the elegant poetry style of Qi and Liang Dynasties, and his writing is also famous. The famous "Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng" was written by him.
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Wang Bo’s literary ideas advocated practicality. At that time, the literary style represented by Shangguan Yi was prevalent in the literary world, "competing for subtlety, competing for sculpture", " The bones are all gone, and the strength is not heard." Wang Bo "thinks about overcoming his shortcomings and using up his ambitions" (Yang Jiong's "Preface to the Collection of Wang Bo"). He created poems and essays that are "strong but not weak, rigid but moisturizing, carved but not broken, pressed but strengthened", which played a great role in changing the trend. There are more than 80 of Wang Bo's poems in existence today, and more than 90 of his poems, including poems, prefaces, tables, tablets, and odes. Wang Bo's collected works were earlier published in three volumes: 20 volumes, 30 volumes, and 27 volumes, none of which have been handed down.
There are 16 volumes of "Collected Works of Prince An" compiled by Zhang Xie in Chongzhen of the Ming Dynasty; "Notes on Collection of Prince An" written by Jiang Qingyi of Tongzhi Jiaxu in the Qing Dynasty, divided into 20 volumes. In addition, Yang Shoujing's "Records of Visits to Japan" recorded 1 volume of the ancient note "Wang Zi'an Wen" and copied 13 of the essays (actually 12, 6 of which were incomplete). Luo Zhenyu's "Sequel to the Miscellaneous Works of Yongfeng Township People" also compiled a volume of "The Lost Essays of Wang Zi'an", with 24 articles, which added 12 articles that were missing by Yang, and supplemented the 6 incomplete articles recorded by Yang. . Luo Shi's preface also mentions that "Tomioka Jun (Qianzang) has a special collection of "Wang Bo's Collection" Volume 29 and Volume 30" in Kyoto, Japan. According to the first volume of the Tang banknotes photocopied by the Imperial University in Kyoto, Japan, there is "The Remaining Collection of Wang Bo". 》Volume 2, the note says "kept between the 29th and 30th years", which is the copy collected by Tomioka. In the third year of Xuantong of the Qing Dynasty (1911), Yao Darong's "Xidao Weizhai Collection" published "Zi'an Chronicle"
There are still disagreements about Wang Bo's birth and death years. Yang Jiong's "Preface to the Collection of Wang Bo" states that he died in the third year of the Yuan Dynasty (676) of Emperor Gaozong of the Tang Dynasty, at the age of 28. According to this, Wang Boying was born in the 23rd year of Zhenguan, Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty (649). Wang Bo's "Chun Si Fu" records: "In the second year of Xianheng (671), Yu Chunqiu was twenty-two." According to this calculation, he should have been born in the first year of Emperor Yonghui (65O). This is Wang Bo's autobiography, which should be believed, so most scholars now believe that Wang Bo was born in the first year of Yonghui (650) and died in the third year of Shangyuan (676), at the age of 27. Wang Bo was a very talented poet in the poetry world of the early Tang Dynasty. He only lived to be 27 years old, which is indeed a pity.
Wang Bo was smart and studious since he was a child, and was recognized by people at the time. The original biography of "Old Book of Tang Dynasty" describes Wang Bo as: "When he was six years old, he was able to understand the genus of literature. His ideas were flawless and his lyrics were heroic and heroic. He was similar to his brother Caizao. His father's friend Du Yi Jian often called him: This is the Wang family's three-bead tree." There is also Yang Jiong's "Preface to the Collection of Wang Bo" which says: "When I was nine years old, I read Yan's "Book of Han" and wrote ten volumes of "Zhixia". At the age of ten, I comprehensively compiled the Six Classics and completed them in the period of the month. I got it from heaven and heard the sound of the symbols. Training. A hundred years of learning by the then master, combined in ten days, can be seen in the immediate discussion. "Taichang Bo Liu Gong called Wang Bo a prodigy. In the first year of Linde's reign (664), Emperor Gaozong of the Tang Dynasty, Wang Bo wrote to Liu Xiangdao, his right minister, in which he said, "Those who are generous to their rulers have energy in their hearts and ears." He asked for Liu Xiangdao's recommendation. Liu immediately recommended him to the court, and Wang Bo was granted the title of Chaosan Lang in the third year of Linde's reign (666). At this time, Wang Bo was only 14 years old, still a teenager.
Li Xian, the king of Pei, heard of Wang Bo's name and summoned Wang Bo to compile the book for Pei Mansion. He loved him very much.
At that time, the kings often had cockfights for fun. Wang Bo was joking and wrote an article "Call to the King of England's Chicken". Unexpectedly, he got into trouble because of it. Emperor Gaozong of the Tang Dynasty thought it was causing conflicts among the kings and drove Wang Bo out of Prince Pei's Mansion. In fact, the reason why Wang Bo was hit this time was not because he really offended Emperor Gaozong because of "The King of Chickens", but because he was jealous of his talent. Therefore, Yang Jiong's "Preface to the Collection of Wang Bo" said that he "wasn't tolerated by the show, and he first surrendered after seeking rebellion." . After Wang Bo was driven out of Prince Pei's Mansion, he went to Shu, where he and Yang Jiong and others enjoyed poetry and wine, and fell in love in the literary field. "The Biography of Yang Jiong in the Old Book of Tang Dynasty" says: "Jong Jiong, Wang Bo, Lu Zhaolin, and King Luo Bin are as famous for their literary works. They are known as Wang Yang and Lu Luo at home, and they are also known as the Four Heroes."
"The Four Heroes of the Early Tang Dynasty", in China It is a very famous group in the history of literature. As a group, they opposed the decadent and beautiful customs since the Six Dynasties, "thinking about their shortcomings and using up their ambitions". They devoted themselves to reforming the writing style of the Six Dynasties, put forward some innovative ideas, and began to lead poetry from the palace to the market, from the pavilion to the court. The theme of Jiangshan and Frontier Fortress has expanded, and the style is fresher and more vigorous. It played an important role in getting rid of the lingering style of Qi and Liang Dynasties and creating a new atmosphere in Tang poetry. Through the efforts of him and his contemporaries, "when the wind blows, all the shadows are blown away, and the years are broken, but it becomes clear in one day." With his unique writing style, he established his position in the history of Chinese literature. When talking about the history of Chinese literature, especially the history of literature in the Tang Dynasty, Yang Jiong, Lu Zhaolin, and King Luo Bin are all mentioned.
The second blow Wang Bo encountered was when he was serving in the army in Guozhou and committed a crime by killing the official slave he was hiding. In the autumn and winter of the second year of Xianheng (671) or at the beginning of the second year, Wang Bo returned to Chang'an from Shu to participate in the subject selection. His friend Ling Jiyou was a judicial officer in Guozhou at the time. He said that Guozhou was rich in medicines and that he knew medicine and herbs, so he got him a small military position in Guozhou. While he was serving in Guozhou and joining the army, an official slave named Cao Da committed a crime. He hid the criminal, and later, fearing that the news would be leaked, he killed Cao Da to settle the matter. As a result, he committed a capital crime. Fortunately, he was granted amnesty and was not executed. This matter is very strange. Why did Wang Bo protect the criminal Cao Da? How could he hide and protect him but also kill him. According to the old and new "Book of Tang" records, Wang Bo was in trouble this time because he was arrogant because of his talent and was jealous of his colleagues. When the official slave Cao Da happened, some people suspected that he was setting up a trap for his colleagues to frame Wang Bo, or that it was purely a false accusation, which is not unreasonable. In short, Wang Bo suffered two blows, both of which were related to his superhuman talent.
Although he was pardoned and did not lose his life this time, it marked the end of his career and also affected his father. Wang Fuzhi was demoted as the magistrate of Jiaozhi County because of his son Wang Bo's crime, and was relegated to the southern wilderness. Wang Bo traveled to Jiaozhi to visit his father, but drowned on the way, thus ending his young life. Whether Wang Bo died due to misfortune while crossing the water or committed suicide cannot be determined. In conclusion, he passed away with sorrow and anger.
Wang Bo was excellent in both poetry and prose, and he was worthy of being ranked among the Four Great Masters. He made a particularly great contribution to reversing the trend of Qi and Liang Dynasties and creating Tang poetry, and left some immortal masterpieces for future generations. His five-character poem "Sending Du Shaofu to Shuzhou" has become a masterpiece in the history of Chinese poetry and has been recited by people for a long time. "There are close friends in the sea, and we are like neighbors as far as the end of the world" has become a famous saying through the ages and is often quoted by people today. What Wang Bo is most praised for and has been passed down as a legend for thousands of years is the "Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng" that he composed impromptuly in the Pavilion of Prince Teng. Regarding this matter, "Tang Zhayan" has the most detailed record.
In the autumn of the second year of the Yuan Dynasty (675), Wang Bo went to Jiaozhi to visit his father. When passing through Nanchang, he happened to catch up with the governor Yan Boyu who had newly built the Tengwang Pavilion and hosted a banquet for guests at the Tengwang Pavilion on the Double Ninth Festival. Wang Bo went to visit him. Governor Yan had heard of his reputation and invited him to attend the banquet. Governor Yan hosted this banquet to show off his son-in-law, Bachelor Meng, to everyone. Ask the son-in-law to prepare a preface in advance and write it as an impromptu composition during the dinner for everyone to read. At the banquet, Governor Yan asked people to take out paper and pen, pretending to invite everyone to write a preface for this grand event. Everyone knew his intention, so they all declined to write. However, Wang Bo, a young man in his twenties, did not refuse, took the pen and paper, and started writing in public. The boss of Governor Yan was not happy. He stood up from his clothes, transferred it to the account, and asked others to see what Wang Bo had written. When I heard that Wang Bo wrote at the beginning: "The old county of Yuzhang, the new mansion of Hongdu", the governor said: It's just a cliché. He also heard that "the stars are divided into wings, and the ground is connected to Henglu", and he was silent. When he heard "The setting clouds and solitary swans are flying together, the autumn water is the same color as the sky", the governor had to admire and said: "This true genius should be immortal!". "The Biography of Talented Scholars of the Tang Dynasty" records: "Bo Xinran played the goblet with the guests, and he did it in an instant, without adding any words, and the whole house was shocked.
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It may be a bit exaggerated as recorded in "Tang Yan" and other books, but Wang Bo's "Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion" is indeed an immortal masterpiece. Wang Bo wrote the "Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion" at the banquet of Governor Yan in Nanchang . In fact, it is the most touching story in the history of Chinese literature. It is said that Wang Bo "belongs to literature. He didn't think hard at first, and then he drank deeply, and then he lay down with his face covered, and then he finished writing. It was not easy." One word. Duan Chengshi of the Tang Dynasty also said in "Youyang Zazu": "Every time Wang Bo wrote a poem for the stele, he would first grind out several liters of ink, then lie down with his face covered, and then suddenly start counting strokes without changing the points at first. People at the time called it a belly draft. "Based on this, it can be seen that Wang Bo was quick in writing, and the famous poems he improvised in Prince Teng's Pavilion were not false rumors.
As a very talented writer in ancient times, Wang Bo passed away before he was 30 years old. It is really China's A great loss to literature.
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Although Wang Bo only lived for 27 years, he still wrote a lot. He once wrote ten volumes of "Hanshu Zhixia". , there are five volumes of "The Book of Changes", ten volumes of "The Analects of Confucius", five volumes of "Zhuzhong Compilation Preface", and several volumes of "Thousand Years of Calendar". Unfortunately, all of them have been lost today, only the 16 volumes of "Wang Zi'an Collection". It is not the complete version. The "Revised New School Prince's Collection" compiled by Professor He Lintian includes some lost articles from Japan and has been published by Shanxi People's Publishing House.
Preface to Prince Teng< /p>
Author: [Tang Dynasty] Wang Bo
The old county of Yuzhang (first known as "Nanchang") is the new mansion of Hongdu. The stars are divided into wings, and the ground is connected to Henglu. The lake controls the wild thorns and leads to the Ouyue. The dragon's light shines on the ruins; Xu Ru sits on Chen Fan's bed. The beauty of the southeast. The governor Yan Gong's halberd is far away; Yuwen Xinzhou's Yifan is temporarily stationed in the sky. Winning friends are like a cloud, coming from thousands of miles away, and the phoenix is ??full of friends. Purple lightning and green frost are the arsenal of General Wang. The master of the family is in charge, and the road is famous. How could the boy know that he will be rewarded with victory?
It is the ninth month of the Wei Dynasty, and the water is flowing out and the lake is cold. In the Qing Dynasty, the smoke is shining and the mountains are purple. I'm on the road, visiting the scenery in Chong'a. Cui, the sky rises above; Fei Ge Xiang (a word for "liu") Dan, descends to the ground below. Heting, Fuzhu, the haunting of the poor island, Guidianlan Palace, the shape of the mountains.
Covered with embroidered gates, looking down at the carved beasts, the mountains are wide and the plains are vast, and the rivers and lakes are so vast that they are horrified. Luyan rushes to the ground, the home of bells and cauldrons; the ships and boats are in the maze, the axis of green birds and yellow dragons. The clouds are gone and the rain is clear, and the color is bright. The setting clouds and the solitary owl fly together, and the autumn water and the long sky are the same color. The fishing boat sings late, and the sound is heard on the shore of Pengli. The wild geese are frightened by the cold, and the sound is broken by the Hengyang Pu. The distant lapel (one word is "yin") is smooth, and it is easy to fly. The cool breeze blows and the cool breeze blows, the slender song condenses and the white clouds stop. The green bamboos in Suiyuan are like the bottles of Pengze; the vermilion flowers in Yeshui are like the brushes of Linchuan. Four beauties, two are difficult to combine.
I am poor in looking at the sky, and I am extremely entertained in my spare time. The sky and the earth are vastly different, and I feel the infiniteness of the universe. When joy and sorrow come, I realize that there are countless ups and downs. I hope that Chang'an will be safe under the sun, and that Wu will be in the clouds. The terrain is extreme but the southern sky is deep, the sky pillar is high and the northern star is far away. The mountains are difficult to overcome, who feels sad for those who have lost their way? When we meet by chance, we are all guests from a foreign land. When Emperor Huai disappeared, how old was the Xuan Dynasty?
Sigh! The fortunes are bad and the fate is misfortune. Feng Tang Yi Lao, Li Guang difficult to seal. Qu Jiayi in Changsha is not without a holy master; when Liang Hong travels to Haiqu, is there no lack of bright time? I rely on a gentleman to know how to live in poverty (one is "An Poverty"), and an expert knows his fate. When you are old and strong, you would rather have a gray-headed heart? Be poor and strong, and never fall into the clouds. Drinking from the greedy spring makes you feel refreshed, and you still feel happy when you are in a dry road. Although Beihai is on credit, it can be picked up if it is soaring; the east corner is gone, but it is not too late to mulberry trees. Meng Chang was noble and noble, and he had no desire to serve his country; Ruan Ji was rampant, how could he cry at the end of the road?
Bo is a scholar with a small life of three feet. There is no way to ask for a tassel, and I am waiting for the weak crown of the final army; I have a heart and a pen, and I love (one is "mu") the long wind of Zong Chou. He gave up his hairpin and wat for hundreds of years, and carried it to him at dawn and dusk for thousands of miles. It is not the treasure tree of the Xie family, but it is the neighbor of the Meng family. He is getting closer to the court day by day, and he would like to accompany Lu (also known as "carp"); now I am holding my arm in my hand, and I am happy to support him at the dragon gate. When Yang Yi doesn't meet, he touches Ling Yun and feels sorry for himself; when Zhong Qi meets him, why should he be ashamed to play the flowing water?
Woohoo! The resort is rare and the feast is rare. Orchid Pavilion is gone, Zize Qiu Ruins. The parting words are due to the kindness of Wei Xie; the climb to a high place to compose a poem is the wish of the public. Dare to express your contempt, be respectful and short in quotation, and describe every word with all four rhymes.
Please sprinkle the Pan River, and let everyone pour the land, sea and clouds!
(The "Four Rhymes" in the appendix are as follows)
The King of Teng's high pavilion is adjacent to the river, and the jade-wearing Luan is singing and dancing;
The painted building is flying toward the Nanpu clouds, The bead curtain rolls in the west mountain rain at dusk;
The shadows in the leisurely cloud pool are long, and things change and the stars move several autumns;
Where is the emperor's son in the pavilion now? The Yangtze River flows empty outside the threshold!
[Edit this paragraph] Complete Works of Wang Bo
There are more than 80 of Wang Bo's poems in existence today, and more than 90 of Wang Bo's poems, prefaces, tables, tablets, odes and other texts are in existence today. Wang Bo's collected works were earlier published in three volumes: 20 volumes, 30 volumes, and 27 volumes, none of which have been handed down. There are 16 volumes of "Collected Works of Prince's Anthology" collected and compiled by Zhang Xie in Chongzhen of Ming Dynasty; "Annotations of Collection of Prince's Anthology" written by Tongzhi Jiaxu and Jiang Qingyi of Qing Dynasty are divided into 20 volumes. In addition, Yang Shoujing's "Records of Visits to Japan" recorded 1 volume of the ancient note "Wang Zi'an Wen" and copied 13 of the essays (actually 12, 6 of which were incomplete). Luo Zhenyu's "Sequel to the Miscellaneous Works of Yongfeng Township People" also compiled a volume of "The Lost Essays of Wang Zi'an", with 24 articles, which added 12 articles that were missing by Yang, and supplemented the 6 incomplete articles recorded by Yang. . Luo Shi's preface also mentioned that "Fu
Oka Jun (Qian Zang)'s collection of "Wang Zi'an Ji" Volume 29 and Volume 30" in Kyoto, Japan, according to the photocopied version of Tang banknotes by the Imperial University Department in Kyoto, Japan The first volume contains two volumes of "Wang Bo's Collection of Remains", with an annotation that "saved from the 29th to the 30th year", which is the copy collected by Tomioka. In the third year of Xuantong of the Qing Dynasty (1911), Yao Darong's "Xidao Weizhai Collection" published "Zi'an Chronicle".
Holy Spring Banquet
Riding on stone pedals with one's lapels on one's lapel, one's family members are leaning towards the spring spring.
The orchids smell like smoke in the mountains, and the sound of pine trees rhymes with wild strings.
The shadows are hanging outside the leaves, and the fragrance is falling before the flowers.
It’s late at night, and the sunset smoke rises from Chongyan.
Xundao Temple The temple is the Changli Temple, where Zhang Tianshi lives.
Zhi Yingguang divides the field, and Pengque flourishes in scale.
The blue altar is clear and the osmanthus threshold is clear, and the Dandong is clear and pine-spiked.
The Records of the Three Mountains of Yuji, the Map of the Five Mountains in the Golden Box.
Cangqiu is unattainable, and the white clouds can be seen in the sky.
Morning pass after leaving Guanshan
Guanshan Mountain opens in the morning, and the stone road is dust-free.
The white horse goes to Gotham, and the green cow comes with true energy.
The heavy gate faces a huge ravine, and the buildings look like Chongkuma.
Now that we are promoting the policy, we are not abandoning it and returning.
Visit Sanjue Temple in Fanyu Temple
The incense pavilion is covered with green tiles, and the carved platform is covered with purple cens.
The paths of the mountains are dense with leaves, and the wild beds of flowers are deep.
Sitting in the Zen shadow in Luoping, listening to the Sanskrit music in the pine gate.
Sudden Xin accompanies Miaohe, and extends the reward to wash away the lapel.
Farewell to Xue Hua
Farewell to Xue Shenghua, there are many dead ends, let alone asking about the law.
A thousand miles of desolation, a hundred years of desolation.
Wandering is the same as wandering, and life is extremely hard.
No matter where you go or where you live, you are always a dreamer.
Farewell to Xue Hua and Farewell to Xue Shenghua
The bright moon sets in Zhupu, and the phoenix floats in Jinchuan.
The tower is close to the end of the shore, and the continent is as long as the sky.
Wandering for thousands of miles, resting for hundreds of years.
There are only tears when we are at the end of the road, and we can only shed tears when we look into the distance.
Late trip to Maping
A hundred years of nostalgia for the land, a thousand miles of travel.
Look for the Xu Road high and low, and listen to the sound of springs far and near.
Only the leaves of streams can be distinguished by color, while the names of mountain flowers cannot be distinguished.
Where does the restrained heart end? The wind is strong and the ape is clear at dusk.
Send to Mr. Lu
A poor road is not something to be hated, a empty house is self-dependent.
The city dweller is old, and Qin Zun has few secular affairs.
It’s not long before the clothes are opened, and the separation is often inconsistent.
Dongyan is rich in pines and bamboos, and we are lucky to be together at the end of the year.
Farewell to Wei Bingcao
When the expedition came to Linye for the second time, it was miserable to leave the river.
The smoke in the Sichuan River is gathering, and the brightness of the mountains is moving.
The hawk's wind withers the late leaves, and the cicadas weep on the autumn branches.
Looking far away from Tinggao, I think about the horizon of the clouds.
Bai Xia Yi visits Tang Shaofu
The days in Xia Yi are poor, and the year of travel and food in Changting.
There is no point in getting to know each other too early, the embrace will remain.
The Pulou is low in the evening light, and the country road is separated by wind and smoke.
No matter how you go, Chang'an is by the sun.
Du Shaofu was appointed to Shuzhou
The city gate assisted the Three Qin Dynasties, and the wind and smoke looked forward to Wujin.
I want to say goodbye to you, both are eunuchs.
There are close friends in the sea, and we are like neighbors across the world.
If you do nothing, you will go astray, and your children will be in trouble.
Outskirts in mid-spring
There are weeping willow paths in the east garden and falling flowers in the west weir.
Looking around for three months, the scenery is unparalleled.
Birds flying in the village wake up to dawn, and fish play in the water as educated youth.
In the Chuqingshan courtyard, there is no noise anywhere.
Suburbs
I sing and drink alone in the empty garden, and live leisurely in spring.
Zeelan invades the paths, and river willows cover the long canals.
The rain leaves the flowers wet, and the wind leaves the leaves with sparse shadows.
The mountain people don't hesitate to get drunk, but they are afraid of the green respect.
A moment in a suburban garden
Enjoy the haze in the spring, and feel the old pines and bamboos in the new year.
The broken mountains are suspected of being blocked by paintings, and the county is wandering and playing the harp.
Grass grows all over the southern pavilion, and flowers bloom deep in the northern courtyard.
Living idle and drinking wine, you can pick up hairpins whenever you want.
Visit the Buddhist Temple
The lotus seat has a solemn appearance, with only the sacred toes on the pine cliff.
The traces of gold are shallow when the age is long, and the stone is sparse for a long time.
Decadent beauty comes to Qudeng. Remove the shadow before it overturns.
***The Shaling Valley is far away, and Russia looks like the city is empty.
Two Bronze Bird and Prostitute poems
The golden phoenix is ??next to the bronze bird, and the Zhang River looks towards Ye City.
The king has no place, and the pavilion is like a lifetime.
The dance banquet is crowded, but the singing beam seems to be intact.
The pines and trees in Xiling are cold, who can see Qiluo's love?
Two Bronze Bird Prostitutes
I am a prostitute in the deep palace, and the city is closed in nine layers.
The king loves you to the fullest. Who can sing and dance for?
If the brocade quilt is no longer pleated, who will sew it again?
Looking northwest from the high platform, I shed tears toward the green pines.
Yiyang is suffering from drought
He is preparing to invade the dawn moon, and he is waiting for the remaining stars.
Looking for elixir barriers in the dangerous pavilion, returning to Liang belongs to Cuiping.
The shadows of trees are lost in the clouds, and the shape of a bee is lost in the fog.
The sky is soaring again, and fireflies are flying in the sky at night.
Jiao Anxing and Lu Si
Invaded the Xingwei Hotel and took advantage of the moon to conquer the couple.
The complex peaks are full of clear colors, and the empty rocks distinguish undercurrents.
The apes sing at dawn in the mountains, and the fireflies scatter in the wild autumn wind.
My old friends are far away, and my hometown is filled with mist.
Two Poems by Linjiang
The water flows eastward and flies northward to dust.
The generals who have returned home are all tired of traveling.
I took a different road to Xixi and returned to the hidden Hanzhou.
Under the leaves of Jianggao trees, one should think of the autumn in the old city.
Two poems about farewell at night in the Jiangting Pavilion
The river sends Banan water away, and the mountains cross the river and block the clouds in the north.
On the autumn moonlit night in Jinting, who can see me weeping and leaving the crowd?
The smoke cage is surrounded by blue bricks, and the moon is flying towards the south end.
The silence is beyond the pavilion, and the country and mountains are cold at night.
The night host in Shenwan is surrounded by mountains and rivers
Jintu is adjacent to a huge ravine, and the village is surrounded by dangerous mountains.
The sound of the weir is hidden from the beach, and the wind blows and the shadows of the trees are deep.
The Jiang boy bows his hands at dusk, and the mountain girl tunes the anvil at night.
At this time, my hometown is far away, and I would rather know the heart of a wanderer.
Injury to Pei Lushi and the loss of a son
The frost is early on the orchid steps, and the truffles are deep at night.
The soul is scattered and the pearls are gone, and the fragrance is sold and the jade tree sinks.
The wenxian grass is exposed, and the smoke shines on the plain forest.
The burning sky sighs, and the flow of hatred is full of gold.
Leave one post for Fengzhou later
Baoji resigned from the old service, leaving the ruins of Xianfengli.
Go here near the city, green mountains and bright moon.
The spring season
The guest's heart is tired after thousands of miles, and spring things come back in one day.
Still hurt in the North Garden, I see falling flowers flying again.
Huaiyou in Lintang
The fragrant screen is painted with spring grass, and the fairy tree weaves the morning glow.
It's like a road with mountains and rivers, and there are flying flowers on the opposite side.
Sitting at night in Shanfei
Holding the piano in the open room, bringing wine to the lover.
Under the bright moonlight, the pond looks like a family in spring.
Chunzhuang
The orchid leaf path in the mountains, the peach garden outside the city.
I don’t know that people and things are quiet, and I don’t notice the noise of birds.
Spring Outing
The thoughts of the guests are endless, and the spring tears are doubled.
Today, under the flower trees, I feel infatuated with time.
Spring Garden
The mountain springs are late in two places, and the flowers and willows are in spring in one garden.
Still drunk for a thousand days, I will be a hundred years old.
Drinking Alone in the Forest Spring
The hills and valleys are decorated with paintings, and the flowers and willows meet the spring.
We are not drunk when we meet each other, but we are looking for people who look down on themselves.
Climb the city and look forward to spring
The mountains and rivers are nearby, and the scenery is new in the early days of clearing.
There are flowers and willows everywhere in the fragrant suburbs, and there is no place suitable for spring.
Xingxing in a foreign land
The leaves are hanging and the smoke is late, and the flowers are falling to illuminate the spring.
The gin and wine shop in the border town are all from Yue country.
Nighttime
The wild smoke is in the sunset, and the moon on the mountain shines on the autumn forest.
There will also be some entertainment, and some soldiers will come to play the piano.
Early Spring Ambition
The river is white with spring tide, and the mountains are green at dawn.
In a foreign country, I look at the extreme, and the flowers and willows reflect the pavilion.
In the mountains
The Yangtze River has sadly stagnated, and it will return thousands of miles away.
The situation is high and windy at night, and yellow leaves are flying in the mountains.
A trip to the winter suburbs
The flowers of Guimi rock are white, and the leaves of pear trees are red.
Jiang Gaohan looked away, and thought about it and stopped the battle.
Shiping evening
Guanque is close to Chang'an, and the Jiangshan Shu road is on credit.
Traveling day and night, there is no home anywhere.
Fufeng is far away from Beijing in the daytime
The golden stems in the emperor have gone, and the stone pillars in Fufeng have come.
The mountains and rivers are different, and the journey is leisurely.
Pu'an Jianyin Wall
Jianghan is extremely deep, and Liang Min is unreachable.
In the mountains and rivers, clouds and mist, when will the wanderer return?
Nine Days
On the Nine Days Double Ninth Festival, there are chrysanthemums on the door.
I wonder if this is the Tao family who is here to deliver wine.
Two Farewell Songs on the Autumn River
It’s early autumn in a foreign country, and the bright moon in the river pavilion carries the river flow.
I feel sad about the passing of the river, and look back at the Jin tree to leave the boat.
Returning to the boat and riding back on the horse, the south and north of the Yangtze River look at each other.
Who said that the waves are just one river, but the mountains and rivers are two villages.
Two mixed poems about "Walking for Friends on a Cold Night"
The smoke in the Beishan Mountains is beginning to become vast, while the frosty moon in Nanjin is pale.
In the depths of autumn, the guests are full of thoughts, and it’s time to get up again at night.
The complex pavilions and towers open to Pu, and the autumn wind blows brightly across the river.
Old friends have old feelings and old banquets, looking at each other and missing each other without seeing each other.
"Nine Days in Sichuan" "Chronicles" was written by Shao Dazhen, and one was written by Climbing Xuanwu Mountain on Nine Days in Sichuan and looking at it.
On September 9th, at the Wangxiang Terrace, he would have a cup to send off guests from a foreign country.
Human feelings are tired of the suffering in the south, and the swan geese come from the north.
Heyang Qiao answered Yang Zhongshe on behalf of Dr. Dou, a beautiful lady
Listening to birds in cloaks along the river, Linjin Weaver Girl is jealous of each other from afar.
I know that the autumn evening will return with cries, and the spring will be spent hand in hand.
On the 9th day of the lunar month, Huaifeng Yuanji
Looking out in the suburbs in September, the plains are filled with the power of frost.
The orchid atmosphere adds new flavor, and the fragrance of flowers dyes the clothes.
There are few good friends in Jiuqiu, and few enemies thousands of miles away.
Today outside Longshan, we should recall the old days of Yan Shu.
Miscellaneous Songs
The goddess Zhiqiong comes to visit Wenjun.
The appointment begins with the eyebrows, and the sleeves are first scented.
The songs are in harmony and the dances are chaotic.
If you recommend a pillow to the balcony, it will be like winning Chaoyun.
The address of "Fujiang Banquet" has been mentioned above
Phi Guan Yujing Road is the site of the bounty platform.
Yixing is pregnant with nine immortals, and the good time is full of beauty.
The pines sing among the white clouds, and the fragrance is in the green stream.
If you don’t have the heart of Jianghai, what’s the matter with the moonlight?
The rhyme of spring feasting and gardening is worthy of the title
The cold light in the emperor is gone, and the gods are looking forward to spring.
The plum blossoms are falling late in the suburbs, and the early leaves are startling in Liudian.
The flowing water makes strange moves, and the collapsing clouds scatter fragrant ultimatums.
Qingzun Zhan is not empty, and I am happy to receive you in my life.
Night banquet in the mountain pavilion
The osmanthus is so quiet that the mountain pavilion is full of surprises.
The forest is deep and the wild paths are cold, and the rocks are solemn and quiet.
The bamboos are hidden in the south, and the lotuses are in the shadow of the northern pool.
The Qing Dynasty has not yet come to an end, and the forest is showing its first scene.
Ode to the Wind
The cool and solemn wind brings me clearness in the woods.
Drive away the smoke to find the stream house, and roll the fog out of the mountain.
There is no trace of the coming and going, and the movement and breathing are as if they are sentient.
At sunset, the mountains and rivers are quiet, and the pine trees sound for you.
Tengwang Pavilion
The Tengwang Pavilion is located near the Yangtze River, with jade-wearing mingluan singing and dancing.
The painted building is flying towards Nanpu clouds, and the bead curtain rolls into the west mountain rain at dusk.
The shadows of the leisurely cloud pool are long and the sun is shining, and things have changed and the stars have moved several autumns.
Where is the emperor's son in the pavilion now? Outside the threshold, the Yangtze River flows empty.
Jiangnan Lane
In Jiangnan Lane, Wushan is connected to the dream of Chu, and the rain and clouds see each other off.
During the spring in the Golden Valley of Yaoxuan, the jade boy and fairy were nowhere to be seen.
The purple mist of the cigarette is hard to care about, and the breeze and the bright moon miss each other from afar.
I miss you from afar, the grass is only green, just to listen to the song of flying phoenixes.
The flowers are falling
The flowers are falling, the flowers are falling.
The green leaves and green tarsus reflect the red calyx, and I return to the Golden Pavilion with Jun Pei.
The shadows are blowing on the tortoiseshell feast, and the fragrance is floating on the dogwood curtain in the dancing hall.
Falling flowers fly into the middle curtain.
Spring is full of fallen flowers, but the spring people will never return.
The flowers are falling, and the atmosphere is surrounding the tall trees.
The fallen flowers of spring have multiplied, but the spring people ignore spring.
Qingtai Qingtai is quiet and leisurely, and the red scarf on the sleeves is going back and forth.
The prime years are no longer available, and the high branches are difficult to climb again.
Try to swim in Luohuali in Fudan and stay among Luohuali in the evening.
I fell into the flower garden with you, and there were double rings on the stage.
Autumn night is long
Autumn night is long, but not yet young, the moon is clear and dew is clear, and the city and pavilions look at each other in the distance.
Looking at each other from a distance, the Sichuan River has no beams, the north wind blows and the south geese fly, and the chrysanthemums are fragrant when worshiping the orchids.
Minghuan drags his shoes out of the corridor to pound your clothes on the autumn night.
Xianluo is facing Fenghuang, Danqi is a mandarin duck, adjusting the anvil, messing with the pestle and thinking about hurting himself.
Thinking of hurting oneself, marching thousands of miles to defend a foreign country.
The news from Heguan is broken, and the road to Longmen is long.
You are in the sky, and your cold clothes are fragrant.
Nixi
The whip rushes into the ravine, and the low whip whips up the steep ridges.
The waves on the river are in danger of leaving the shore, and the peaks are in danger of entering the clouds.
The boat is in a hurry and the boat is in chaos, and the rock is slanting and the shadow is moving.
The water smoke cage is in Cuizhu, and the mountains are shining on the red cliff.
The wind grows the leaves of Pingpu, and the branches of weeping bamboo pools are exposed.
Although the clouds are beautiful over the flooded water, who knows the songs of labor?
A poem written by King Luo Bin as a gift to Taoist priests from the Immortal Tour in Autumn, with no first four sentences
The stone map divides the imperial palace, and the silver ultimatum caves the spiritual palace.
Return to Danyingxiu room and return to the green rock.
The fog is thick, the golden stove is quiet, the clouds are dark, and the jade altar is empty.
Wild flowers often hold dew, and mountain leaves sing to the wind.
Lin Quan and Peng Yue are here, and they share poetry and wine with old friends.
I met stone marrow. From your life Feihong.
Two poems about leaving the pit and traveling in the mountains. This work is titled Daojun Temple in Xuanwu Mountain
The source of water will eventually have no road, and there will be people in the mountains.
The driving sheep will move the stone first, and the rabbit will throw the towel first.
The spring in the cave is cold in late autumn, and the ancient trees are new in the rock.
The peaks are slanted with bird wings, and the ridges are stacked with fish scales.
The crane turns into a thousand-year-old early, and the turtle turns into a spring in the sixth generation.
The captured clouds can be driven now, and the vast sea has become dust.
Two poems from "Leaving the Pit and Traveling to the Mountains"
The frost is blowing, the first month is benevolent and the sky is shining.
Return to Lingcui Valley and fly to control Qingcen.
The spiritual stove in the deep rock disappeared, the stream was destroyed and the stone canal sank.
The palace is close to the clouds, and the mountains and rivers are outside.
The jade altar rests in the twilight night, and the bead hole is filled with autumn shade.
Xiaoxiao contains common shadows and disturbs the heart of the hometown.
Who wants to travel in the mountains, but he has repeatedly hurt people and invaded.
Four Poems by Others
Long-time guests meet for the rest of the year, farewell to old friends in a foreign land.
It’s natural to shed tears, but who can bear to look at Zhengchen.
The wind and smoke accumulate on the river, and the mountains are secluded and cloudy.
I send you off to Nanpu, and I wonder what will happen next.
Although Guijin is not here, the Lan Banquet has not yet started.
Lintang enjoys the wind and moon, waiting for the enemy to come.
The sky is not clear yet, and the mist envelopes the river.
Guests are always afraid of people, so why stay for a long time?
Four poems by Li Shishi
The wild people think of Maozi, and the mountain people love the bamboo forest.
Qin Zun is just waiting for his place, and the wind and moon are looking for each other.
The paths are suitable for grass, and the empty courtyard is not tired of flowers.
A lifetime of poetry and wine, I am proud to meet the immortal family.
The bamboos bloom in three paths, and flying flowers fill the surrounding area.
There has never been a Shangxuan person in Yangtze Mansion.
The wind banquet tunes Gui Zhen, and the moon path leads to the vine cup.
Standing in the garden, looking at the dawn in the study.
Preface to Huaixian
When a guest comes from Youshan, he starts to treat him to the forest gully, but the haze is there. Thinking about the tassel and singing about the mountains and rivers forever. God and
Dao Chao, the trace is form stagnation. The story is told in the book.
There are strange paths in Hecen, and there are rich immortals in Linzhou.
Ziquan gargle liquid, Xuanyan Danpa.
Chang Xi wears a dusty net and climbs onto the cloud carriage.
Luan is extremely affectionate. The phoenix wants to be tired of the haze.
The road is close to Peng Ying, which means it is comfortable to go to the market on credit.
Sitting melancholy without doing anything is like a flower on the river.
Suddenly dreaming of wandering immortals
I am a guest on the river, and my traces are in the square.
In the sleepy sky between Han Dynasty and Han Dynasty, there is actually a spiritual companion.
Xier climbed to the top of the clouds, still creeping behind the clouds.
The electric drive drives away the dragon's light, and the smoke path resembles a luan.
Riding on the moon and covered with gold, connecting with the stars to unify Qiongpei.
It is easy to return to a foreign country, but it is difficult to return to a real place.
The outline is deep in reverie, and the sea is left behind.
The popular customs are not my hometown, so why should we let go of the worldly ignorance.
The word "Yan" was obtained at the Qushui Banquet in March
When Peng Zeguan first left, Heyang Fu began to be passed down.
The countryside returns to the old country, and there is a long feast between poetry and wine.
The rows of rooms overlook the Dan Cave, and the separate buildings overlook the purple smoke.
Call back to Genjin Ferry and control the suburbs of Shao.
The organ tunes the guests, and the dragon bridle looks like a group of immortals.
Turquoise is more suitable for ancient times. The wisteria does not remember the year.
The double eaves are surrounded by dense trees, and the complex balconies are surrounded by dangerous springs.
Fight against the rocks in the Xinan Mountains and ride on the sand to see the Beichuan River.
Fu Yan came to build a place, and people from Qixi came to meet him.
The setting sun is far away, and I am dreaming of cicadas.
Three poems about missing friends on a cold night
Long separation invades my arms, and my face changes in a foreign country.
The music of the harp is played under the moon, so longing for lovesickness.
The clouds are full of thoughts and thoughts, and the moon is full of sadness.
How can we say goodbye to an old friend when the wild geese fly to the west?
Chao Chao at the foot of the green mountain, every night the Cangjiang River meanders.
Missing each other again. Qing Zun Zhan Fang Green.
Lotus Picking Song Yuefu composed Lotus Picking Return
Lotus Picking Return, green water and hibiscus clothes.
The autumn wind stirs the waves and the geese fly.
The osmanthus and orchids are falling down the Changpu River, and the slender skirt and jade wrist are gently shaking the oar.
The Yeyu flower pool is extremely flat, and the river is full of lovesickness.
The longing for lovesickness is painful, and the good times cannot last.
The soldiers outside the Great Wall have not yet returned, and it is already dusk picking lotus flowers in the south of the Yangtze River.
It’s dusk today and I’m picking lotus flowers.
Qu will definitely be a prostitute now.
Picking mulberry leaves in the south of the official road is like picking lotus flowers on the river.
Lotus is a lotus, how do its flowers and leaves overlap.
Ye Cui has a shy eyebrow, but the blush is as strong as her cheeks.
The beauty is no longer here, and I look forward to separation.
Pinch the flower with pity on its pedicle, break the lotus root and love the silk.
Old feelings have nowhere to go, and new things come from China.
If you don’t use Xijin to pay tribute, you will be ashamed of Beihaiyan’s late writing.
There are rhythms in the lotus-picking songs, and the lotus-picking night does not stop.
It happened to be the time when Pei returned to the Yangtze River and went up to the Yangtze River.
Pei returned to Lianpu and met at night, Wu Ji Yue's daughter He Fengrong.
***Ask the Hanjiang River thousands of miles away, how heavy the mountain is to attract visitors.
Lingaotai
Lingaotai, the high platform is far away from Fuai.
Yao Xuan Qi is composed of He Cui ghost, the wind of Luan song is clear and sad.
Overlooking Chang'an Road, there are lush ditch grasses.
Across Ganquan Road, there are green and lush mausoleum trees.
From the high platform, you can see the same scenery on all sides, and the imperial town is full of beauty and lush greenery.
The purple pavilion and alchemy towers are shining brightly, and the wall rooms and brocade halls are exquisite.
East Mi is optimistic, and West refers to Weiyang Palace.
Chicheng reflects the morning sun, and the green trees sway in the spring breeze.
The flag pavilion and hundreds of tunnels open a new city, and the first and third are thousands of miles apart.
The vermilion green cover is full of spring. The pavilions are stacked one above another.
In the brothel avenue, there are embroidered doors, windows, and carved ornaments.
The brocade quilt is not folded at night, and the silk curtain is not empty during the day.
The singing screen covers the green in the morning, and the makeup mirror reveals the red in the evening.
For the king, I will put a precious bun into a bun, and my eyebrows will be filled with flowers.
The narrow road in the world is getting dark, and the moonlight among the clouds is as bright as plain.
Mandarin ducks fly in twos and twos on the pond, and the phoenix hugs them both.
This is the way to look for things, and you don’t care about the good times.
The silver saddle and embroidered hub are prosperous, but it is a pity that I will stay in a prostitute's house tonight.
The young prostitute’s wife doesn’t need to frown, Yao and Li in Dongyuan are in spring.
Look at the high platform in the old days, the copper birds on the cypress beams produced yellow dust.