Wang Anshi (1021---1086): a famous writer and politician in the Song Dynasty, a native of Linchuan, Fuchuan (now Fuzhou, Jiangxi).
Written in August by Bingshen
The autumn wind is as sharp as a knife, and the sun is high in the desert and dim smoke.
Seeing the exposed cliffs of Nanshan Mountain, my heart turns with the waves of the East River.
The date of return depends on the yarrow, and the physiological response must be asked about the wine.
There are also poems and books that can comfort me. There is not much frost and snow on my hair.
Boancuan Guazhou
Jingkou Guazhou is separated by water, and Zhongshan Mountain is only separated by several mountains.
The spring breeze comes from the south bank of the Green River. When will the bright moon shine on me?
After Cheng Zi said it, he traveled to Qi'an with Tan Jun of Qujiang and Cai Jun of Danyang
According to Wuzhi, planning things is like hair, and all the kings have suffered for a long time.
Looking at Nanshan Mountain in the distance, I could not see Sanshi, so I looked for the west road and climbed up.
Chou Terrace
The decaying walls are gradually replaced by flat sand, and there are eight or nine old trees in the wilderness.
The river flows to the southeast, and the sky shape leans toward the city in the northwest.
After pouring the pot and talking, I went up to look at it. I sighed when I finished the poem on the shore.
Everything is going to be gray now, and it will be easy to turn yellow in a year.
Reward Pei Ruhui
For two years, I traveled in Yue and people chanted, and begged to get the disease from the southeast.
The mourning son has not settled the righteousness of the Zhuang family, and his relatives still comfort the heart of Marquis Lu.
The pistils of fresh and fine chrysanthemums are blooming in front of the frost, and the sun is overcast in the desert with sparse tung trees.
A glass of turbid wine fills the eyes with autumn, but it is pitiful that I will not pour it.
Spring
Spring is slowly approaching, and everything is beautiful.
The warbler still looks for old friends, but the wild goose does not betray a poor family.
There are wise men and wine in the room, but there is no car for the elderly at the door.
Drunk and sleepy, chatting comfortably, returning to dreams of reaching the end of the world.
At the Spring Banquet
After ten years of wandering and returning home, a hiker near the water is thoughtful.
Today, there are thousands of people in front of the bottle who are filled with hatred and cannot bear to sing partridge poems frequently.
Second rhyme sent two poems to Wu Yanzhen
There are more than five acres of bamboo and grass, where mountain ferns and spring fish live.
The poor farmer is shy, but he is better than Zhongshu in delivering letters in the countryside.
In the daytime, I remember you and chat with you from afar. The green forest sighs at me, as if I am running away.
The spring breeze drifts towards the end of the Wutang, and a piece of paper drifts from the east.
Ciyun Pingfu Jinshan will stay and stay with relatives and friends
At the end of the day, Haimen is solid across the north, and the beach in the smoke looks like Xixing.
There are no boats anymore, but the flutes are still heard, and there are only lights on the towers in the distance.
The moon in the mountains shattered the pine gold, and the river wind blew the water and snow avalanched.
Piaoran wanted to make a plan, but when he arrived at Fusang, he couldn't do it.
Ciyun's brother met his son, Gu Yi Shao said
When I returned home, I was stunned, and I looked back at Hancheng with a sense of confusion.
The wild forest is thin and the golden sun is scattered, and the stream bank is wide surrounded by the jasper sky.
The flying rabbit has heard that it is chasing the dragon, and Tai A still hates the loss of Longquan.
I remember my friends by the river even more when I know them from afar, and I can be selfless and unique in my work.
Ci Yun’s fourteenth uncle gave him a poem to leave as a farewell
In pursuit of a road out of Xijin in the dead of winter, I had to wait at a loss to see spring.
Having made pills for a long time, he has flooded the country's scholars. When he first started his career, he was ordered to comfort the people in his hometown.
Xingci said that the towers in the north tower were beautiful and he returned to Nanzhou County as a new city.
The grass on the grass sheds tears on its clothes, but when the two sticks are on a blind date.
The third of the three rhymes of Tang Gong - Thoughts on a Journey
I am old in the north and south, and I am worried about the journey.
The earth is as big as the three Chu mountains, and the sky is as low as the five lakes.
Look at the clouds in the heart, far away, and the shadow of the moon is solitary.
The generous autumn wind blows, and the tragic song is not a perch.
Second Rhymes: Two Poems of Zhang Ziye Zhulin Temple
The stream is deep across the sloping stone road, and there is a jungle where the water source is poor.
The Qingyuan has been in bloom for several generations, and the Yellow Crane has been blessed with gold.
There are many peaks on the ruined wall with pink ink on them, and a spike of cool smoke rises from the sandalwood.
After ten years, half of the relatives and friends are scattered, and looking back on the old travels becomes the past and present.
Arriving home
After five years of traveling and being tired of the wind, the old place still feels like a dream.
Apes and birds don’t have to look forward to it with regret, the mountains and rivers should also return with a smile.
If you are free and feel poor, you will be able to advance and have the talent.
In the late autumn, my cottage becomes more lively, and the trees and smoke on the beach are green.
He Gongpi was transferred to Jiangxi
One day in Jiangxi, gold was cast, which comforted Zhang Bin’s father’s heart the most.
Chang Ru has always been really strong, and the second uncle is here again.
There are still happy songs in the lingering wind, and the traces of the past are not without success.
I hope you can send me new poems, and I have a deep love for China in the past ten years.
I met my uncle in the snow
I donated books to send to the old mountains and forests, and I no longer have the heart to reminisce about the past.
Suddenly, an old friend came to visit me in the snow, and I had to rediscover the words I once said in Yutang.
The mountains and rivers of Huaishu Prefecture are like Changshu
Huangliliu is flying under the mountain, and white doves are pecking at white doves while drinking by the stream.
I don’t know if there are others who can succeed me here.
The dusty life is no longer washed away, and the storms and current events only float.
Looking at each other, they are bald and have no plan to return. When they dream of the southeast, they feel ashamed.
Returning home
Wouldn’t it be a joy to return home? There is no time to worry.
Asahi has come back, and the saddle is ready to climb.
There are hundreds of streams of sadness, and thousands of mountains with eyes open.
Why did I forget to travel and become drunk in my dreams?
Going to Linchuan when I send my second brother home
The strong winter wind blows my crown with frost.
My journey is already cold, and I am sad that your road is long.
If you have the heart of a dog or a horse, you will not be able to conquer a thousand miles.
I will make you suffer all kinds of worries and work hard across the rivers and rivers.
The green lantern illuminates the poetry book, and I look up at the room and shed tears for several lines.
If you don’t miss your relatives, you will be hurt by traveling far away.
Send to the second sister of Jiangyin in Qianzhou
Gongshui flows down day and night, and reaches the Zhangshui period.
There is not a day when I don’t think about it while I’m walking between Ershui.
Floating like a bird flying to the north, my heart is always on the south branch.
It is also like a snake with a distal head, the north and the south want to gallop together.
The day of the deceased is far away, and no worries can catch up with him.
Life is difficult and separated, and encounters never happen.
A woman returns to the great road, and her kindness is reflected in poetry.
Shu Yun left your car to comfort me in the hall.
A message to the Lord of Chang'an
It is not light to say goodbye when a young man is young, but it is also sad to meet again when we are old.
The hasty cups and plates offer laughter, and the dim light talks about life.
Self-pity, three years between the lake and the sea, and thousands of miles of dust and sand.
If you want to know when the later period will be, I will send you a letter to see Yannan Zheng.