The word Zuo Hu (zh and Yu) (1227—1295) is good. Cizhou Wu 'an (now Hebei Province) people. Shi Zuchao successively served as Shangshu of the Ministry of Household Affairs, Shangshu of the Ministry of Right, Taiyuan Road, Hedong West Road, propaganda and appeasement of Jinghu West Road, general manager of Jining Road, and inspectors of Shandong and Zhejiang West. He is famous for his shrewdness and ability, and therefore he has gained a good reputation. Zuo Hu called to worship the academician, but did not go. He was appointed as a provincial judge in Jiangnan and western Zhejiang, and soon returned with bad words. Pawn, look at Wen Jing. There is a Biography of the History of Yuan Dynasty. You studied Song Confucianism and have rich works. He has a collection of poems and essays, The Complete Works of Purple Mountain, which has 26 volumes. Volume 8 contains Preface to the Poems of Huang, Preface to Poems of You and Preface to Poems of Zhu, which are valuable materials for studying Yuan Qu. Comment on Lonely Moon in Autumn Pond in the Complete Taihe Spectrum. Huruotiao
I used to make waves for fame and fortune, but now I forget fame and fortune for mountains and rivers; I used to sleep until the wee hours when the rooster crowed, but now I'm still sleeping near noon. In normal times, I insisted on standing in Dan, but now I leave chrysanthemums to the East; Usually pitch bearings are extremely expensive, and now I know the general situation; When I am always crazy, I risk committing the crime of smashing a stick and escaping; Now that it's cheap, there will be many problems in class. Clouds coming to the mountains are better, and clouds going to the mountains are picturesque. Clouds compete with each other because they are dim. Leaning against the clouds of gravel, we can look back and see Shan Ye's family, with wild deer sleeping on the grass and apes playing with wild flowers. Xia Yun, I like priceless mountains. Look at the time, Yunshan loves us. Inspired by the dust in lyna, he paid the seal of Su Qing. Fan Lizhou likes the west wind, and Ren Xueman Pan An Temple. Begging for freedom is too common; Wine is full of flowers and moonshine, and water is full of spring. Now, see through Donghua dream; Red dress, Hugh song Nanpu cloud. Thirty years' dream, the money is exhausted. I turned the hearts of flowers and moons into mountains and forests today. It's long gone. It's more dangerous. I often sigh in the mirror, but I struggle in front of people. Singing has accumulated unintentional listening; Affectionate, often come to live how to live? Now that the crown of SHEN WOO is hung high, my body and mind have nothing to do. I have a pen, an inkstone, a piano and a book companion. MengMeng is also peaceful, and vulgar snobbery doesn't matter. He made a noise in the puppet shed and looked at the top of Kunlun Mountain. Yunshan, cut off the red dust shore; Looking around, the world in the pot is very wide. Don't learn Qilitan, Panxi Bank, how to beg for prison lake, and Liu Zihou's southern tour. I live in three cloud houses. The puppet shed next door is noisy, looking at the top of Kunlun Mountain. In peace, there is no worries; Looking around, the world in the pot is very wide. —— Yuan Zhang's "Wild Goose Falling and Winning Preface" Wild Goose Falling and Winning Preface.
Yuan dynasty: Zhang
I used to make waves for fame and fortune, but now I forget fame and fortune for mountains and rivers; I used to sleep until the wee hours when the rooster crowed, but now I'm still sleeping near noon. In normal times, I insisted on standing in Dan, but now I leave chrysanthemums to the East; Usually pitch bearings are extremely expensive, and now I know the general situation; When I am always crazy, I risk committing the crime of smashing a stick and escaping; Now that it's cheap, there will be many problems in class. Clouds coming to the mountains are better, and clouds going to the mountains are picturesque. Clouds compete with each other because they are dim. Leaning on the clouds and sand, looking back at the mountain home, the wild deer sleeping on the mountain grass, and the mountain ape playing.
Read the full text ∨ I used to make waves for fame and fortune, but now I forget fame and fortune for mountains and rivers; I used to sleep until the wee hours when the rooster crowed, but now I'm still sleeping near noon. In normal times, I insisted on standing in Dan, but now I leave chrysanthemums to the East; Usually pitch bearings are extremely expensive, and now I know the general situation; When I am always crazy, I risk committing the crime of smashing a stick and escaping; Now that it's cheap, there will be many problems in class. Clouds coming to the mountains are better, and clouds going to the mountains are picturesque. Clouds compete with each other because they are dim. Leaning against the clouds of gravel, we can look back and see Shan Ye's family, with wild deer sleeping on the grass and apes playing with wild flowers. Xia Yun, I like priceless mountains. Look at the time, Yunshan loves us. Inspired by the dust in lyna, he paid the seal of Su Qing. Fan Lizhou likes the west wind, and Ren Xueman Pan An Temple.
Begging for freedom is too common; Wine is full of flowers and moonshine, and water is full of spring. Now, see through Donghua dream; Red dress, Hugh song Nanpu cloud. Thirty years' dream, the money is exhausted. I turned the hearts of flowers and moons into mountains and forests today.
It's long gone. It's more dangerous. I often sigh in the mirror, but I struggle in front of people. Singing has accumulated unintentional listening; Affectionate, often come to live how to live? Now that the crown of SHEN WOO is hung high, my body and mind have nothing to do. I have a pen, an inkstone, a piano and a book companion.
MengMeng is also peaceful, and vulgar snobbery doesn't matter. He made a noise in the puppet shed and looked at the top of Kunlun Mountain. Yunshan, cut off the red dust shore; Looking around, the world in the pot is very wide.
Live in seclusion for a hundred feet, Zhu Loulin Avenue. There is a light thunder outside the building. Lonely people are gentle and elegant. Few people are idle. In a flash, the dust of the car gave birth to a tree. Strangers go upstairs and grow old in the dust. On a thin night, the west wind blew rain. The Ming Dynasty was also a sad dynasty. -Wang Guowei's "Dead Bai Chi Zhuloulin Avenue" in the Qing Dynasty died in Zhuloulin Avenue in Bai Chi.
Qing Dynasty: Wang Guowei
A poem about women missing and caring for their families, half a piece of paper, and a few words of acacia. Two lines of tears break rouge, Byakki Smoker is lonely. Swallows and butterflies are in full bloom. Willow branches, cuicui and lingering are all related to the heart. There is a gift workshop on the table, which is very long in color and used to be Dan's banquet. Poor Xinyan is jealous of her new make-up, high-bun palace, sentimental peony, fragrant begonia, and the flowers are not as graceful as my mother. Tips, music, and singing to the bottle. Who is the boudoir in love with? Thrushcross, guess the mystery of romance. Jade hissed in Tongtuo Lane and came back drunk in the middle of the night. A little tidying up, a little daring, who is like you. Self-knowledge indefensible, lying clothes under the lamp. Cool after dinner, Gui Xiang. People are in the west wing. Fairy cups hold jade mandarin ducks in pairs, and wine makes Qionghua. The ring is jingling, the crisp tube is melodious, and the gold hairpin is twelve lines. Wandering in my hometown, cleaning up the evening performances and singing more songs in Ting Yun. Spring flower brocade machine, empty jade cup, March 30. Cherish spring as the taste of parting, only owe people tears. The warbler at the bottom of the tree, wanting to stay without a plan, feels sad. Liu Di, Cuiwei, lazy to tie the carved saddle. Down the river on the blue lake, the snowy night is as bright as day. I have traveled on the blue lake, with new hair and old mountains. Fighting wine to drown my sorrows, cold singing sleeves, the twelfth floor in the middle of the month. Shore head, frozen willow, with fine plum blossoms. Open the Xuandao Garden to enjoy Meirong Jingu Palace, which is half empty and has the dream of visiting immortals. The embroidered screen is fragrant and cold, and the dew is wet and heavy. Fairy boy, who collects herbs, wears flowers with phoenix and goes to Twelve Peaks in Jin Ao. Drunken Weng, riding the wind, entered the Peach Garden Cave together. Look at the caves and Taoist priests on the cloud tower, and their poems are faint. Call me to Kunlun while drinking, knowing that there are immortal points. Phoenix is shining in the mountains, singing and rhyme, and painting outside. Look at the clouds with you, Penglai is close at hand. In the suburbs, Lu made Wang beg for a small screen and a thin shadow, and he was young and sick. There are two or three noises outside the pot, which arouse the pursuit of fragrance. Cuiguan Andrew, Yiyi is graceful and graceful, and Yurong is a golden sutra. The whole city, the moonlight, the drunken carving saddle. At night, the screen, grass pavilion and pool surface that send messages to Zen master Zhitian are clean. Jathyapple chanted sutras, and only Hanshan listened. Baoding is fragrant, copper vases are shaded, and Jing Quan is cold with autumn leaves. Cold water, yo yo Luming Literature, write me Lin Quanxing. The apricot altar and medicine column on Du Dong's billiards table are all fragrant clouds. There are no mountains in the depths of the fairy palace, only peach blossoms. Red rain, Wang Pei Shanshan, bright moon with green curtain. Xiao Huan handed an oil lamp and slowly sang Penglai. The singer sued Mei Shuibin and Tanchun, but there was no letter from Nanzhi. A curtain of fragrant dreams rolls pear clouds, and gradually feels cold and fragrant. On the evening of Danyue, in the deep snow village, I think of you in those days. Tears and powder stains, v. Yu Yan Jiangnan Hate. There are six impromptu bridges on the lake, and the green eyes of willow tips smile at the spring breeze. A river of green grapes, plum blossoms upside down. Medicine stove is a cloud nest, lonely for thousands of years. Lin Buxian has already left. Jiu Hao, wild crane, relax with me. Cold spring pavilion in front of the temple. Cave, pink and emerald screen. Across the stream, Wulingyuan is suspected, with different shadows. Jin Xian, a stone house, is covered with moss and wet with inkstone. Cold in spring, watching apes, shaking off plum blossom slices. Crossing Liuruan East Road, Haitang step by step. Peach water is full of fragrance, on the sunset creek bridge. Fairy palm nectar, jade pestle Xuanshuang, purple flute cold night phoenix. Ruanlang, sentimental, people don't see spring peace. Exploring prunes, exploring plums, and fragrant across the bank. Five clouds fairy six clothes, invited me to get drunk before flowers. Phoenix Qi Fei, Yao steps like water, Xiao returns to the moon. Tongxi, lost on the road, reunited on a snowy night. -Yuan Dynasty, Zhang Kejiu's "Emperor Lu Guan Suan Zhai Xiao", and Emperor Lu Guan Suan Zhai Xiao.
Zhang Kejiu in Yuan Dynasty
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A poem, half a piece of paper, a few words of acacia. Two lines of tears break rouge, Byakki Smoker is lonely. Swallows and butterflies are in full bloom. Willow branches, cuicui and lingering are all related to the heart.
There is a present on the table.
Jiao Fang, who grows in color, once served as Dan's party. Poor Xinyan is jealous of her new make-up, high-bun palace, sentimental peony, fragrant begonia, and the flowers are not as graceful as my mother. Tips, music, and singing to the bottle.
Guiqing
With whom, thrush, guess the mystery of romance. Jade hissed in Tongtuo Lane and came back drunk in the middle of the night. A little tidying up, a little daring, who is like you. Self-knowledge indefensible, lying clothes under the lamp.
Work at a party.
It's cool in the evening, Gui Xiang, and people are in the West Building. Fairy cups hold jade mandarin ducks in pairs, and wine makes Qionghua. The ring is jingling, the crisp tube is melodious, and the gold hairpin is twelve lines. Wandering in my hometown, cleaning up the evening performances and singing more songs in Ting Yun.
Go for a spring outing
Brocade machine, empty jade cup, March 30. Cherish spring as the taste of parting, only owe people tears. The warbler at the bottom of the tree, wanting to stay without a plan, feels sad. Liu Di, Cuiwei, lazy to tie the carved saddle.
Blue lake
Down the river, the snowy night will be as bright as day. I have traveled on the blue lake, with new hair and old mountains. Fighting wine to drown my sorrows, cold singing sleeves, the twelfth floor in the middle of the month. Shore head, frozen willow, with fine plum blossoms.
Open the Taoist temple and enjoy beauty and dignity.
Golden Palace, half empty, has experienced the dream of wandering immortals all his life. The embroidered screen is fragrant and cold, and the dew is wet and heavy. Fairy boy, who collects herbs, wears flowers with phoenix and goes to Twelve Peaks in Jin Ao. Drunken Weng, riding the wind, entered the Peach Garden Cave together.
Look at the bottom of the cloud.
Taoist Dong Bin has a dizzy poem. Call me to Kunlun while drinking, knowing that there are immortal points. Phoenix is shining in the mountains, singing and rhyme, and painting outside. Look at the clouds with you, Penglai is close at hand.
Lu Mi asked for an audience with Fu in the suburbs.
Small screen, thin shadow, and senile diseases. There are two or three noises outside the pot, which arouse the pursuit of fragrance. Cuiguan Andrew, Yiyi is graceful and graceful, and Yurong is a golden sutra. The whole city, the moonlight, the drunken carving saddle.
Sit at night and send a message to Zen master Zhitian.
The screen, grass pavilion and pool surface are all clean. Jathyapple chanted sutras, and only Hanshan listened. Baoding is fragrant, copper vases are shaded, and Jing Quan is cold with autumn leaves. Cold water, yo yo Luming Literature, write me Lin Quanxing.
Dudongchishang
Apricots, medicinal columns and fragrant clouds are everywhere. There are no mountains in the depths of the fairy palace, only peach blossoms. Red rain, Wang Pei Shanshan, bright moon with green curtain. Xiao Huan handed an oil lamp and slowly sang Penglai.
Singer v. Mei
Waterfront, tanchun, no letter from Nanzhi. A curtain of fragrant dreams rolls pear clouds, and gradually feels cold and fragrant. On the evening of Danyue, in the deep snow village, I think of you in those days. Tears and powder stains, v. Yu Yan Jiangnan Hate.
Improvisation on the lake
Six small bridges, willow tips, green eyes smiling at the spring breeze. A river of green grapes, plum blossoms upside down. Medicine stove is a cloud nest, lonely for thousands of years. Lin Buxian has already left. Jiu Hao, wild crane, relax with me.
Lengquantingshang
In front of the temple Cave, pink and emerald screen. Across the stream, Wulingyuan is suspected, with different shadows. Jin Xian, a stone house, is covered with moss and wet with inkstone. Cold in spring, watching apes, shaking off plum blossom slices.
Guoliu ruandong
Roadside, begonia, step by step. Peach water is full of fragrance, on the sunset creek bridge. Fairy palm nectar, jade pestle Xuanshuang, purple flute cold night phoenix. Ruanlang, sentimental, people don't see spring peace.
Tan Mei
Water in the west, plum exploration, fragrance across the bank. Five clouds fairy six clothes, invited me to get drunk before flowers. Phoenix Qi Fei, Yao steps like water, Xiao returns to the moon. Tongxi, lost on the road, reunited on a snowy night.
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