Lu You's poems
1. Shi'er
Song Dynasty: Lu You
After death, I know that everything is in vain, but I am not as sad as Jiuzhou.
Wang Shibei set the Central Plains Day, and he never forgot to tell Nai Weng about family sacrifices.
"Shi'er" is Lu You's last work, written in the third year of Jiading of Ningzong (1210). It is not only the poet's will, but also the poet's final call for resistance. Eighty-five-year-old Lu You couldn't afford to fall ill. Before his death, he left a poem "Shi'er", which expressed the poet's helplessness and hope for regaining the lost land.
2. Studying on a winter night shows Ziyu
Song Dynasty: Lu You
The ancients spared no efforts in learning, and their skills were only achieved when they were young and old.
What you have learned on paper will eventually make you realize it, but you will definitely know that this matter must be carried out.
In the fifth year of Ningzong's reign in the Song Dynasty, the poet was intoxicated in his study on a cold winter night, reading poems and books endlessly. Outside the window, the north wind howled and the air-conditioning was oppressive. In the quiet night, the poet could not restrain the rushing emotions in his heart. He wrote this philosophical poem and lovingly gave it to his son Ziyu.
3. There was a heavy storm on November 4th
Song Dynasty: Lu You
Lying stiffly in the isolated village, he did not mourn for himself, but thought of guarding Luntai for the country.
I lie down at night listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glacier falls into my dream.
After Lu You resigned from office in the 16th year of Chunxi (1189), Emperor Xiaozong of the Southern Song Dynasty, he lived idle in his hometown of Shanyin. This poem was written on November 4, the third year of Shaoxi reign (1192) of Emperor Guangzong of the Southern Song Dynasty. The poet was already 68 years old at that time. Although he was old, his strong desire to regain the country could no longer be realized in reality. So, on a "stormy and rainy" night, he was inspired by the scene and thought, and realized his dream in his dream. The desire for an iron horse to gallop through the Central Plains.
4. On an autumn night, I feel the dawn when I step out of the fence to welcome the coolness.
Song Dynasty: Lu You
The river of 30,000 miles east flows into the sea, and the 5,000-meter-high mountains reach the sky.
The remaining people shed tears in the dust and looked south to the king's division for another year.
This poem was written in the autumn of the third year of Shaoxi reign of Emperor Guangzong of Song Dynasty (1192), when Lu You was in Shanyin (now Shaoxing City, Zhejiang Province). During the Southern Song Dynasty, the Jin soldiers occupied the Central Plains area. When the poet wrote this poem, the Central Plains region had fallen to the hands of the Jin people for more than sixty years. Although it was early autumn at this time, the heat was still severe and he could not sleep peacefully. At dawn, he stepped out of the fence, feeling touched in his heart, and composed these two poems.
5. Reading
Song Dynasty: Lu You
I returned to Zhining without a five-acre garden, and my original intention of reading was in Yuan and Yuan Dynasties.
Although my eyesight in front of the lamp is not the same as before, I still have to learn 20,000 words.
The poem "Reading" was written after Lu You retired to his hometown in his later years. He read at night and his eyes were not as good as before. But he still cares about the people. So I wrote "Reading".
6. Plum Blossom Quatrains·Part 1
Song Dynasty: Lu You
I heard the plum blossoms blowing in the morning breeze, and snowdrifts filled the four mountains.
How can one transform into hundreds of billions, one plum blossom tree and one blooming man?
The author was 78 years old when he wrote this poem. He lived idlely in his hometown of Shanyin and vented his loneliness and aloofness by chanting plum blossoms. The first two sentences about plum blossoms serve as a foil for the last two sentences about people. "Incarnation of a Thousand Billions" grows in front of the plum blossoms, connected to the plum blossoms, and in harmony with each other: the human and plum blossoms merge into one, which highlights the author's high-standard and unconventional personality.
7. Shen Garden
Song Dynasty: Lu You
On the city, the setting sun paints the corners of sadness, Shen Garden is not a restored pool platform,
Under the sad bridge The green spring waves were once the shadow of a startled bird.
"Shen Yuan" is a work by Lu You that touched the scene and inspired him with emotion. It had been more than 40 years since Shen Yuan met the Tang family, but his affection for it has not diminished at all, but has deepened with the passage of time. The biggest personal misfortune in Lu You's life was his love tragedy with his first wife Tang Wan. "Qidong Wild Words" says: "Weng lived in the three mountains of Jianhu Lake. Whenever he entered the city in his later years, he would go to the temple and look out. He was overwhelmed with emotion. He also wrote two unique words: (Quote from the poem). Gai Qingyuan Ji Wei." It can be seen that this poem was written in the fifth year of Qingyuan (1199) by Emperor Ningzong of the Song Dynasty, when Lu You was seventy-five years old.
8. Encountering light rain on the Jianmen Road
Song Dynasty: Lu You
There are traces of dust and wine on his clothes, and he is enchanted by traveling far away.
Does this fit the poet? Xiao Yu rides a donkey into Jianmen.
This poem is dated to the winter of the eighth year of Emperor Xiaozong’s reign (1172) in the Southern Song Dynasty. At that time, Lu You was transferred back to Chengdu (now Sichuan) from the front line of Nanzheng (now Hanzhong, Shaanxi). His trip was from the front line to the rear, from the battlefield to the metropolis, to avoid danger and find peace, and to work and relax. He wrote this poem when he passed through Jiange Jianmen Pass in Sichuan on his way from Nanzheng to Chengdu.
9. Visiting Shanxi Village
Song Dynasty: Lu You
Mo Xiao’s farmhouse is full of wax and wine, and in good years there are enough chickens and dolphins for visitors.
The mountains and rivers are full of doubts and there is no way out, and there is another village with dark willows and bright flowers.
The flutes and drums follow the spring society, and the clothes and clothes are simple and ancient.
From now on, if I am allowed to take advantage of the moonlight, I will knock on the door all the time and night with my stick.
This poem was written in the early spring of the third year of Emperor Xiaozong's reign (1167), when Lu You was dismissed from office and living at home. Yet he was not discouraged. The patriotic sentiment of "generous heart and strong heart" made him feel hope and light in rural life, and he poured this feeling into his poetry creation.
10. Five Poems of Indignation · Part 1
Song Dynasty: Lu You
In his early years, he knew that the world was difficult, and the Central Plains looked to the north like a mountain.
The building boat crosses Guazhou in the snowy night, and the iron horse disperses in the strong autumn wind.
I walled the Great Wall and promised myself that it would be empty, but the faded hair on my temples was already stained in the mirror.
If you are a master and have a true reputation in the world, who can compare with you in a thousand years!
It was written by Chunlu when he was traveling in his hometown of Shanyin in the 13th year of Chunxi reign of Emperor Xiaozong of the Song Dynasty (1186). Lu You was sixty-one years old at that time, which was an age when time had not waited for me. However, the poet was deposed and had been dismissed from office for six years. He was living in seclusion in his hometown with an empty title. Thinking of the broken mountains and rivers, the Central Plains not being taken over and "there is no battlefield to serve the country", feeling that the world is so difficult, the villain harming the country and "the scholar has no place to serve alone", so the poet burst out with anger.
11. The first spring rain in Lin'an
Song Dynasty: Lu You
The world is as thin as gauze in the past years, who makes people ride horses in Beijing.
Listen to the spring rain in the small building all night, and sell apricot flowers in the deep alley in the Ming Dynasty.
The short paper is laid slantingly, making grass, and the fine breasts of the clear window are used to share tea.
Don’t sigh in plain clothes because of the wind and dust, you will still be home at the Qingming Festival.
When Lu You wrote the poem "The First Spring Rain in Lin'an", he was sixty-two years old and had been unemployed for five years in his hometown of Shanyin (now Shaoxing, Zhejiang). In the spring of the thirteenth year of Chunxi (1186 AD), the author was ordered to go to Beijing to accept the post of magistrate of Yanzhou. Before taking up his post, he first went to Lin'an (now Hangzhou, Zhejiang) to meet the emperor, and stayed in an inn by the West Lake to await his summons. In boredom, he wrote this widely read masterpiece.
12. Illness aroused my love for books
Song Dynasty: Lu You
The sick bones were torn apart and the hair was wide, and the lonely minister traveled thousands of miles to Jianggan.
I dare not forget about my country despite my humble position. The matter is settled and I still have to wait for the coffin to be closed.
The gods of heaven and earth support the temple, and the elders of Beijing look forward to peace.
When you are a teacher, you can understand the present and the past with one table. You can turn on the light in the middle of the night and take a closer look.
"Sickness in the Book" was written in April of the third year of Chunxi reign of Emperor Xiaozong of the Song Dynasty (1176), when Lu You was fifty-two years old.
After being dismissed from office, he was ill for more than 20 days and moved to Huanhua Village in the southwest of Chengdu. After recovering from the illness, he was still worried about the country. In order to express his determination to imitate Zhuge Liang's Northern Expedition and unify China, he stayed up late at night reading "Shi Shi Biao", swiping his pen and ink, Write this poem