In the past, there was entertainment on the beauty stage, but today, the empty stage overlooks the five lakes. The remaining snow has not yet melted, the grass has died, and no elk has ever crossed Gusu. The yellow hat pager can't sleep, and the submission is thin and rapid. It is clear that the old boat is parked on the south bank of the river, and the spring breeze at the end of the boat is welcoming the guests' lanterns. Thousands of gates lined with torches scattered the crows in the forest, and the children missed each other before they got home. It should be sleepless rather than staying up late on New Year's Eve, and the spring mood of the little guest comes into the lanterns. Sanshengding came from Lu Tiansui, and returned to Shunsong as a guest. We have already boarded the New Year boat, and the beautiful people are washing their clothes in the snow. The wind at the end of the sand has returned with a chill, and the peppercorns will not appear on the market tonight. It’s been a cold night for hundreds of years, so I’m writing spring poems and reading them by candlelight. The shadows of wild geese are faint in the vast sky, and the jade peaks overlap and protect the clouds. The long bridge is lonely in the cold spring, and only the poet returns home. There is a bonfire among the mulberry trees, but the silkworms are there. The customs are said to be unknown to me. But I have to do less work next year, and I will only cut off my white spring shirt. A well-known calligraphy and ink shop when I was young, my mind was only miserable for ten years. In the old days, I wrote a poem about plum blossoms, and when I studied the ink, it still smells fragrant today. The ring is still cold with the waves, and the ancient moss and snow are lying on the wall. Whose jade flute is playing spring resentment, and I see the goose yellow on the wicker. ——Jiang Kui of the Song Dynasty "Zu Fang Returns from Shihu to Tiaoxi" Zhufang returns from Shihu to Tiaoxi The beauty stage used to be a place of entertainment, but today the empty stage overlooks the five lakes. The remaining snow has not yet melted, the grass has died, and no elk has ever crossed Gusu.
The yellow hat paging can't sleep, and the submission is thin and rapid. It is clear that the old boat is parked on the south bank of the river, and the spring breeze at the end of the boat is welcoming the guests' lanterns.
Thousands of gates lined with torches scattered the crows in the forest, and the children missed each other before they got home. It should be sleepless rather than staying up late on New Year's Eve, and the spring mood of the little guest comes into the lanterns.
Sanshengding came from Lu Tiansui, and returned to Shunsong as a guest. We have already boarded the New Year boat, and the beautiful people are washing their clothes in the snow.
The wind at the end of the sand is turning cold, and the peppercorns will not appear on the market tonight. It’s been a cold night for hundreds of years, so I’m writing spring poems and reading them by candlelight.
The shadows of wild geese are faint in the vast lake, and the jade peaks overlap and protect the clouds. The long bridge is lonely in the cold spring, and only the poet returns home.
The bonfire among the mulberry trees is still busy with silkworms. The customs are said to be unknown to me. But I have to do less work next year, and I will only cut off my white spring shirt.
In the famous calligraphy and ink field when I was young, my thoughts for ten years were only miserable. In the old days, I wrote a poem about plum blossoms, and when I studied the ink, it still smells fragrant today.
The ring is not sold out with the cold waves, and the ancient moss and snow are lying on the wall. Whose jade flute is playing spring resentment, and I see the goose yellow on the wicker. Three Hundred Ancient Poems, Missing Loneliness Comments Tiaoxi: Another name for Wuxing County, Zhejiang, named after Tiaoxi River in its territory. Wuxing is Huzhou (Wuxing was the administrative seat of Huzhou in the Song Dynasty). At that time, Jiang Kui settled here.
Cao: Xia Xiaoben, Lu Ben, and Xu Ben are all named "Cao", and the manuscript version is named "Liu". Jiang Kui, a writer and musician in the Southern Song Dynasty. He has a beautiful personality, a clear body, and an appearance that is as beautiful as clothes, making him look like a fairy. He traveled between Hubei, Jiangxi, Anhui, Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and made friends with poets and lyricists such as Yang Wanli, Fan Chengda and Xin Qiji. During the Qingyuan Dynasty, he wrote to Tai Chang Ya Le to beg for justice. He was an orphan and a poor young man. He is versatile, proficient in music, able to compose music by himself, and his lyrics have strict rhythm. His works are known for their ethereal and subtle nature, including "Songs of Taoist Baishi" and so on. Jiang Kui is good at poetry, prose, calligraphy and music. He is another rare artistic all-rounder after Su Shi.
Jiang Kui
Jiang Kui, a writer and musician in the Southern Song Dynasty. He has a beautiful personality, a clear body, and an appearance that is as beautiful as clothes, making him look like a fairy. He traveled between Hubei, Jiangxi, Anhui, Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and made friends with poets and lyricists such as Yang Wanli, Fan Chengda and Xin Qiji. During the Qingyuan Dynasty, he wrote to Tai Chang Ya Le to beg for justice. He was an orphan and a poor young man. He is versatile, proficient in music, able to compose music by himself, and his lyrics have strict rhythm. His works are known for their ethereal and subtle nature, including "Songs of Taoist Baishi" and so on. Jiang Kui is good at poetry, prose, calligraphy and music. He is another rare artistic all-rounder after Su Shi. ? 412 poems are composed at sunrise and rest at sunset. Digging wells to drink, plowing fields to eat. What does imperial power mean to me? ——Pre-Qin Dynasty·Anonymous "Song of Attacking the Soil"
Song of Attacking the Soil
Pre-Qin Dynasty: Anonymous He writes at sunrise and rests at sundown.
Dig wells to drink, plow fields to eat.
What does the imperial power mean to me? Three Hundred Ancient Poems, Praise, Life, Ballads When I was traveling to Dongxi River to look at the water, I sat on an isolated island and it was too late to leave the boat. The wild ducks sleep on the shore and feel relaxed, and the old trees are in bloom and have no ugly branches. The short bulrushes look like shears, and the flat sand and gravel are in a sieve. Although the love is not tired, I can't live in it. When I come back in the evening, the carriage and horse are tired.
——Song Dynasty·Mei Yaochen's "Dongxi"
Dongxi
Song Dynasty: Mei Yaochen
Travel to Dongxi When looking at the water, I sat on Lingu Island and the boat was late.
The wild ducks sleep on the shore, enjoying their leisure time, and the old trees are in bloom and have no ugly branches.
The short bulrushes look like shears, and the flat sand and gravel are in a sieve.
Although the love never gets tired of staying, the carriage and horses are tired when I return in the evening. There are three hundred ancient poems that describe the scenery. A piece of landscape can teach a person to break his heart, and it can be built evenly and even more walls can be built. Floating like a visitor coming across the ridge, falling like a poet going to Hunan. There are so many messy berry moss, even if they stick to your sleeves, they still smell fragrant. Dongfeng Miao holds the power of flowers, but avoids being aloof and not asserting it. ——Liu Kezhuang, Song Dynasty, "Falling Plum Blossoms"
Falling Plum Blossoms A piece of fallen plum blossom can make a heartbreak, and it can be built evenly to build a wall.
Floating like a visitor coming across the ridge, falling like a poet going to Hunan.
There are countless random berry moss, which even stick to the sleeves and still smell fragrant for a long time.
Dongfeng Miao holds the power of flowers, but avoids being aloof and not asserting it. Three hundred ancient poems, chanting about objects, plum blossoms, expressing feelings of character