Lu You (November 13, 1125 - January 26, 1210) was a poet of the Southern Song Dynasty. Han nationality, Ziwuguan, nicknamed Fangweng, was born in Shanyin, Yuezhou (now Shaoxing, Zhejiang). He was able to write poems and essays at the age of 12. He wrote a lot of writings throughout his life, including "Jiannan Poetry Draft", "Weinan Collected Works" and dozens of other extant works. Lu You has many literary talents, especially his achievements in poetry. He said that he had "thousands of poems in sixty years", and more than 9,300 poems still exist today. Many of these poems express the heroic spirit of fighting against the Jin Dynasty and the hatred of enemies and traitors. The style is majestic and unrestrained, melancholy and tragic, and is filled with strong patriotic passion. They have made outstanding achievements in ideology and art, and they have achieved great achievements during their lifetime. Known as "Little Li Bai", he not only became the leader of poetry in the Southern Song Dynasty, but also enjoyed a high status in the history of Chinese literature and was a great patriotic poet in our country. He is one of the four great poets of the Southern Song Dynasty. The volume of lyrics is not as huge as that of poetry, but it also embodies the spirit of patriotism that devastates the captives. He is the author of one volume of "Fang Weng Ci" and two volumes of "Weinan Ci".
He always insisted on resisting the Jin Dynasty, and was constantly rejected and attacked by the establishment in his official career. In his middle age, he entered Sichuan to fight against the Jin Dynasty. His military life enriched his literary content, and his works revealed great brilliance and he became an outstanding poet. The volume of lyrics is not as huge as that of poems, but it also embodies the spirit of patriotism and "swallows the remaining captives with anger".
Born when the Northern Song Dynasty collapsed, he was deeply influenced by the patriotism in his family when he was young. In response to the Ministry of Rites examination in Shaoxing, he was deposed by Qin Hui. Xiaozong ascended the throne and was granted a Jinshi background.
In the 28th year of Shaoxing (1158), he entered Fujian and served as the chief registrar of Ningde County. According to the "Huan Ji" in the third volume of "Ningde County Chronicles": "Lu You, Ziwu Guan, is the official who was released. In the 28th year of Shaoxing, he was appointed as the governor. He had good governance and was loved by the people." There is a statue of Lu You built on Nanji Mountain in Ningde. He once served as general magistrate of Longxing, Zhenjiang. In the sixth year of Qiandao (1170), he entered Shu and served as general magistrate of Kuizhou. In the eighth year of Qiandao's reign, he entered the shogunate of Wang Yan, the Xuanfu envoy in Sichuan, and devoted himself to military life. The post-official Zhi Baozhang Pavilion is waiting to be made. Politically, Lu You advocated resolute resistance to the war, replenishing armaments, and demanded that "when it comes to taxation, we should first enrich the family, and when it comes to taxation, we should deal with big businessmen." He has always been suppressed by the surrender group. In his later years, he retired to his hometown, but his belief in regaining the Central Plains remained unswerving. He wrote many poems in his life, and there are more than 9,000 poems in existence today, which are extremely rich in content. It expresses political ambitions, reflects the suffering of the people, and criticizes the humiliation and surrender of the ruling group at that time. The style is bold and bold, showing the strong patriotic enthusiasm for restoring national unity. Chapters such as "Guan Shan Yue", "Shu Anger", "Farmer's Sigh" and "Shi'er" were all recited by later generations. There are many fresh works describing daily life. Yang Shen, who also writes Gongci, said that its slenderness is like Qin Guan's and its boldness is like Su Shi's. But some poems reveal negative emotions. His first marriage to the Tang family, "The Hairpin-headed Phoenix", etc., are all sincere and touching. There are "Jiannan Poetry Draft", "Weinan Collected Works", "Southern Tang Book", "Laoxue'an Notes", etc. Divorced under the pressure of his mother, his pain was expressed in some poems, such as "Shen Yuan".
His poetic artistic creation inherited the fine traditions of Qu Yuan, Tao Yuanming, Du Fu, and Su Shi. He is an outstanding poet with far-reaching influence in the history of Chinese culture. His major works include "Weinan Collected Works" and "Jiannan Poetry". "Manuscript", "Fang Weng's Ci", "Book of the Southern Tang Dynasty", "Notes of Laoxue'an".
The title of Lu You's book is hidden by the name of the poem. Lu You is also a skilled calligrapher and master of cursive and regular script. He claimed to "learn from Zhang Dian (Zhang Xu) in cursive calligraphy, and from Yang Feng (Ningshi) in running calligraphy." His calligraphy sketches are easy to pick up, elegant, graceful and straight, and his writing power was vigorous and unrestrained in his later years. Zhu Xi praised his writings for their exquisiteness, strictness and elegance, and lofty meaning. There are not many books left, but the book treatise "Er Wang Shu". The works handed down from generation to generation include "Bitter Cold Tie", "Huaichengdu Poetry Tie" and so on.
Lu You, the greatest patriotic poet in ancient China
There is a well-known ancient poem "Shi'er" in China. The poem goes like this, "When you die, you know that everything will be in vain, but you will not see the same sorrow as all the nine states. When Wang Shibei sets the Central Plains day, he never forgets to tell Nai Weng about family sacrifices." This poem is a father's last will and testament to his son. The poem expresses that a dying old man will never forget his motherland, which was shattered by foreign invasions until his death. He hopes that his children can tell him the news of victory on the day when the motherland is restored.
From this poem, people can feel the strong patriotism of an old poet at the end of his life. He is Lu You, one of the greatest patriotic poets in ancient China.
Lu You was a poet of the Southern Song Dynasty in China, born in 1125 AD. During the era when Lu You lived, the Jin State, a minority regime in the north, frequently launched wars against the Song Dynasty. The poor and weak Song Dynasty lost a large amount of its territory and was forced to continue to move south. The people lived in war and turmoil. As a boy, Lu You had to flee with his family and suffered the pain of being displaced.
Lu You was influenced by his father's strong patriotism since he was a child. He developed a character of caring about the country and the people and eager to rebuild the country very early. In order to realize his ideal of serving the motherland, he paid special attention to studying military art. When he was 20 years old, he wrote in a poem, "Mount your horse to attack Kuang Hu, dismount your horse and write a military letter", hoping that one day he can go to the battlefield in person, kill the enemy and serve the country. However, it was not until he was in his forties that he had the opportunity to serve as an officer in the army and realize his long-cherished wish.
Less than a year's military life left a deep imprint on Lu You's life and creation. Wearing a military uniform, he traveled around the front lines. The hard life and patriotic enthusiasm of the soldiers who fought against the enemy greatly opened up his poetry realm. Heroism and tragedy also became the keynote of his poetry creation throughout his life.
In 1162, Song Xiaozong Zhao Shen appointed Zhang Jun as the main combatant to prepare for the Northern Expedition. Xiaozong summoned Lu You, who took this opportunity to put forward many political and military proposals and gave Zhao Shen strong support. However, the Northern Expedition failed, and the Song Dynasty once again asked for peace from the Jin Dynasty. Xiaozong's will was shaken, and the peace faction in the court resurfaced. Zhang Jun was dismissed from office, and Lu You was dismissed from his post and returned to his hometown. In 1170, Lu You went to Kuizhou (now Fengjie County, Sichuan) to serve as Tongpan. Later, he went to the shogunate of Wang Yan, the Xuanfu envoy of Sichuan, to handle military affairs, and actively proposed to Wang Yan a combat strategy for restoring the Central Plains. However, due to the obstruction and sabotage of the surrender faction in the DPRK, Wang Yan was recalled to the court and the shogunate was evacuated. Lu You's war ideas were not only unrealized, but he was also transferred to the Chengdu Prefecture's Appeasement Department as a ceremonial officer.
In the summer of 1173, he was appointed as Tongpan (deputy state official) of Shuzhou (Chongqing, Sichuan). Soon after, he was transferred to Jiazhou (Leshan, Sichuan) and returned to Shuzhou at the end of the year. There was no way to serve the country and no way to love the people. Finally, in October 1174, Lu You was transferred to Rongzhou (Rongxian County, Sichuan) to take charge of state affairs. Although Lu You has only been in Shuzhou for more than a year, he has a very deep feeling for Shuzhou. Even when he returned to his hometown in Shanyin, Zhejiang in his later years, he still wrote many poems in memory of Shuzhou. The people of Shuzhou also miss the poet Fang Weng. After the poet Chang Gao, people built a temple for him and Zhao Fu (an imperial official in [Song Dynasty], who was an official of Shuzhou) next to the pond of flowers, called Zhao Lugong Temple, and later renamed "Er Xian Temple" . Now, the "Er Xian Temple" has been transformed into the "Lu You Memorial Hall".
As an outstanding poet, Lu You wrote more than 9,300 poems in his life. Most of these poems are about fighting against invaders. Or they describe the fiery life in the military, "lying on the pillow without clothes, covered with frost when sleeping", or they express their deep worries about the future and fate of the motherland and their melancholy mood of empty enthusiasm for serving the country.
Lu You's poems are not only filled with fierce patriotic enthusiasm, but also sympathize with the suffering of the people at that time. The thoughts of concern for the country and the people are intertwined in his works. In his poems such as "Taixi" and "Autumn Harvest Song", he exposed the exploitation of the lower class people by bureaucrats and powerful men, and at the same time truly wrote about the diligent and kind-hearted excellent qualities of the lower class people.
In addition to poetry, Lu You also created many excellent prose works. Some of these works record trivial matters in life, some discuss the national economy and people's livelihood, and some describe the deeds of friends, but they are all filled with patriotic sentiments and have strong appeal.
Lu You has experienced many hardships throughout his life and has a full understanding of the environment in which ordinary people live. In reflecting the depth and breadth of life, his works have reached a height that is difficult for poets of his generation to reach.
Lu You's rich creative practice had a positive impact on his subsequent literary circles in the Song Dynasty, but what is more significant is his strong and persistent spirit of patriotism. His poetry and prose works are a great spiritual inspiration to the people who suffered from alien oppression.
Whenever a nation faces a critical moment of life and death, people can't help but think of this poet who was deeply concerned about the fate of the motherland during his 85-year-old life.
For more than 800 years, the people of Shuzhou have missed the great patriotic poet. People, old and young, have traveled thousands of miles to pay their respects and pay homage to Lu You. Yanhuachi is the place where Lu You lived. The waterside pavilions, trees, flowers and plants here are all engraved with poems about the great poet's concern for the country and the people.
The love story of Lu You and Tang Wan
Lu You (1125-1210), a great poet in the Southern Song Dynasty, married his cousin Tang Wan in 1144. The following year, Tang Wan He was expelled from the house. According to the ancients, the reason was that he "did not follow the wishes of his mother and wife" and "his parents were afraid that he would be lazy in his studies, so they punished his wife. The father-in-law did not dare to disobey the venerable's wishes and break up with his wife." The above means that Tang Wan was at her husband's house and did not get along with her mother-in-law; or because the couple was too affectionate, her parents-in-law thought it would hinder Lu You's ambition to make progress, so they often scolded Tang Wan, causing the two to break up.
The truth: According to Lu You's own poems in his later years (Volume 14 of "Jiannan Poetry Manuscript"), Tang Wan was expelled by his parents-in-law because of his infertility.
Lu You and Tang Wan were in love. After they broke up, Lu You was forced to marry again, and Tang Wan also remarried Zhao Shicheng, a member of the royal family. We met again ten years after they were separated, in the Shen Family Garden outside Shaoxing City. It was a spring day. Lu You came here to enjoy the spring, and Tang Wan and her husband Zhao Shicheng also came here for a spring outing. An unexpected reunion here. The two met again, but they could not tell each other face to face. Later, Tang Wan sent someone to bring some food and wine, silently showing his care, and left with her husband. While Lu You was sad, he wrote a poem on the wall of the garden. The sad "Hairheaded Phoenix".
Not long after the two reunited, Tang Wan died of depression (it is recorded in history: "Not long after, he died of depression" - not long after, he died of depression)
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One year before his death (at the age of eighty-four, in 1208), Lu You came to Shen Garden again and wrote: The flowers in Shen’s home are like brocade, half of them were the old man he knew when he was released; he also believed that beauties will eventually work. Earth cannot bear the dream of being too hasty. ” was Lu You’s deepest memory for Tang Wan. The next year, Lu You finally followed Tang Wan to another world.
Lu You*** has seven sons. "Lu You Chronicle" records: the eldest son Lu Ziyu, the second son Lu Zilong, the third son Lu Zixiu, the fourth son Lu Zitan, the fifth son Lu Ziyue, the sixth son Lu Zibu, and the seventh son is Lu Ziyu.
Shenyuan Jueliang
Shenyuan is located in Yanghe Lane in the southeast of Shaoxing City. In the Song Dynasty, the pool terrace was extremely prosperous and became a famous garden in central Vietnam. According to records: The poet of the Southern Song Dynasty first married his cousin Tang Wan. The couple was loving, but Lu's mother did not like it. Lu You was forced to separate from Tang Wan. Later Tang remarried Zhao Shicheng, and Lu You married Wang again. More than ten years later, they met during a spring outing in Shen Garden. Lu You was so sad that he wrote the famous poem "The Hairpin-headed Phoenix" on the wall of the garden. Tang Wan was so sad when he saw it that he also composed the poem, and soon died of depression. Lu You was deeply saddened by this, and later wrote poems to recall the garden many times, including the sentence "The spring waves under the sad bridge were green, and the shadow of a startled bird was once reflected". Shen Garden has also been famous for a long time. Over the past hundreds of years, Shen Garden has gone through vicissitudes of life and has "no longer restored the old pool platform".
In recent years, Shaoxing has rebuilt Shen Garden, built Shuanggui Hall in the east, and built Lu You Memorial Hall inside, which displays Lu You’s experience in Shen Garden, as well as Lu You’s patriotic history and brilliant achievements in literature. . The central part is the Song Dynasty relics area. The gourd-shaped pool here, the rockery in the south of the pool, and the ancient well in the west of the pool are all relics of the Song Dynasty. . The west of the garden is the Shen Garden ruins area, centered on the majestic and simple Guhe Pavilion. To the south, on the ruined wall made of excavated broken bricks, there is a poem "The Hairpin Head Phoenix" written by the contemporary poet Xia Chengtao written by Lu You, which highlights the theme of the garden. There is the Pitching Pavilion in the southeast and the Xianyun Pavilion in the southwest. Climbing the pavilion can take in the whole garden. To the north of Guhexuan, there is a blue pool, to the east of the pool there is Leng Cui Pavilion, to the west of the pool there is Liuchao Well Pavilion, to the west of the well pavilion is Guanfang Tower, and there is a tea room on the ground floor for tourists to drink tea. The entire garden scenic spots are densely spaced, scattered in an orderly manner, and the flowers and trees are sparse and interesting, which is quite characteristic of the gardens of the Song Dynasty.
Famous poems
"Visiting Shanxi Village"
Mo Laughing at the farmer's wine, the wax wine is thick, and the chickens and dolphins are enough for visitors during the good years.
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.
"Book of Anger"
When I was young, I 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!
"Revelation of Heartfelt Feelings"
Back then, I traveled thousands of miles to search for a feudal lord, and I used my horse to garrison Liangzhou. Where does the dream of Guanhe end? The old mink fur is dark in dust.
Hu is still alive, his temples are beginning to fall, and his tears are empty. Who would have expected that in this life, my heart would be in Tianshan and my body would be in Cangzhou!
"Bu Suanzi·Yong Mei"
Beside the broken bridge outside the post office, it is lonely and ownerless. It is already dusk and I am sad alone, and it is even more windy and rainy.
I have no intention of fighting for spring, but I will let everyone be jealous. It fell into mud and was crushed into dust, but only the fragrance remained the same.
The hairpin head phoenix
One:
Red hands, yellow wine, the city is full of spring scenery and willows on the palace walls;
East wind Evil, happiness is thin,
I am full of melancholy, I have been away for a few years,
Wrong, wrong, wrong.
Spring is as old as before, people are empty and thin, and the tears are red and the crocodile silk is transparent;
Peach blossoms fall, Xianchi Pavilion,
Although the mountain alliance is still there, the brocade book It’s hard to trust,
Mo, Mo, Mo.
Second:
The world is weak and human beings are evil. When the rain comes at dusk, flowers tend to fall;
The wind dries at dawn and tears remain,
When I want to write down my thoughts, I talk alone on the diagonal column,
Difficult, difficult, difficult.
People are different, today is not yesterday, and the sick soul is always like a rope on a swing;
The sound of the horn is cold, the night is dark,
Afraid of people asking, swallowing tears to pretend to be happy ,
Hide, hide, hide.
"Shi'er"
After death, I know that everything is in vain, but the sadness is not the same as that of Jiuzhou.
Wang Shibei set the Central Plains Day, and he never forgot to tell Nai Weng about family sacrifices.
"Partridge Sky"
The family lives in the misty sky. The slightest thing is irrelevant.
Pour out the remaining jade and walk through the bamboo, roll it up and lie down in the yellow pavilion to look at the mountain.
Greed and arrogance will lead to decay. You might as well look good anywhere.
Yuanzhi’s creation has a different heart, but he is old and heroic.
"The Proud Fisherman"
Looking to the east, where is the mountain shadow? Thirteen thousand miles back and forth.
The letters home are filled with paper.
Shedding tears, it will be next year to return the book.
Message to the water under the Red Bridge. When will Bian Zhou find his brother?
Traveling all over the world is really an old man.
Worry and sleepless. There are a few wisps of tea smoke on the temples.
"Chaozhong Cuo? Plum"
The quiet appearance is not suitable for young people.
Speechless and desolate.
A wandering life experience, very cold-hearted.
At the end of the month in Jiangtou, there are new poems and old dreams, and the fragrance of loneliness and hatred.
No matter what the spring breeze is, I have known Dong Huang first.
"Langtaosha? Worked on the mat of Danyang Fuyu Pavilion"
The long pavilion is darkened by green trees.
A few Li Zun.
Yangguan is often hated, let alone a pedestrian in the autumn scenery.
Clear tears in the towel.
Each of them lost their souls.
Yijiang Li hates her equally.
Ande Qianxun's horizontal iron lock cut off Yanjin.
"Xie Chichun"
When he was in his prime, he joined the army and once swallowed the remaining prisoners in anger.
The clouds are high and the smoke is rising at night.
The red face and green temples support the eagles and garrison in the west.
Laughing at the Confucian crown will lead to mistakes.
The dream of fame and fame is over, but it is like a boat in Wu Chu.
Many tragic songs, sad and mournful.
The mist is endless, where can I see Qinguan?
Sigh that the passing years have become wasted.
"Night Tour in the Palace"
The snow is dawning and the Qingjia is in chaos.
Sleepwalking somewhere, I don’t know where.
The iron cavalry has no reputation and is like water.
I want to go to Guanhe River, west of Yanmen, and on the edge of Qinghai.
Sleep in the cold light.
The sound leaks out and the moon tilts the window paper.
Since Xu was granted the title of Marquis in Wanli.
Who knows that although the temples are broken, the heart is not dead.
"Magpie Bridge Immortal"
A windy moon and a raincoat, my family lives in the west of Diaotai.
The fish seller is afraid of getting close to the city gate, but if he is willing to go there, he is deep in the world of mortals.
The tide is flowing, the tide is flat and the cable is tied, and the tide is falling and the song is returning.
At that time, people mistakenly compared Yan Guang to Yan Guang, but I am the unknown fisherman.
"Huanxi Sha? He Wujiu Rhyme"
Lazy to the Shatou drunk jade bottle.
I call you to enjoy the small window light.
Blowing the trumpet at sunset is the most emotional thing.
In busy days, there are many hardships and in leisure days, new sorrows often persist and old sorrows arise.
Being a guest without a companion is afraid of traveling in a group.
"Good things are coming soon? Climb to the top of Meixian Mountain and look at the sea"
Waving your sleeves and climbing to the west peak, you will be so lonely that there is no ruler in the sky.
Leaning on a stick and facing the Whale Sea, I can count the smoke and sails clearly.
Looking at the dancing clouds and blue luan, the return journey is almost over.
Thank you Banshan Songchui for your attentiveness and hospitality.
"Autumn waves are beautiful? On the evening of July 16, I climbed up to the Happy Pavilion to look at the Nanshan Mountain in Chang'an"
When autumn comes to the corner of the border town, I mourn.
The beacon light shines on the high platform.
The elegiac song strikes the building, relying on the high wine, this is a leisurely experience.
A passionate person is like the moon in the southern mountains, especially when the clouds open at dusk.
The smoke and willows in Baqiao and the pond in Qujiang are waiting for people to come.
"Yellow Bean Leaves"
Spring is often rainy and windy.
Spring is gone when the wind and rain clear.
Who cherishes the red dust?
Hate is hard to be poor.
Just like a declining man in his lifetime.
"The Fisherman"
The misty rain in Xiang Lake grows green silk.
Place the newly cooked wild rice on a spoon.
After the clouds disperse, the moon tilts.
The tide is falling and the boat is drunk without knowing it.
"Living in Seclusion in Early Summer"
The Weng family is placed in the scenic spot of the lake and mountain, and the path of the wild field is sloping in the shade of locust trees and willows.
When the water is full, you can watch herons, and frogs are singing everywhere in the deep grass.
The dragon has overgrown its bamboo shoots, but the wooden pen is still in bloom.
Sigh, old friends come and go, who will drink tea in the afternoon when you come to sleep?
[Note] Cuilong is bamboo shoots. Wooden pen, also known as Xinyi flower. Both are common in early summer.
Reading on a winter night shows Ziyu (Part 3)
The ancients spared no effort in learning,
Kung fu can only be accomplished when young and old.
What you have learned on paper will eventually make you realize it.
I know that this matter must be carried out.
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Lu You, with the courtesy name Wuguan and his nickname Fangweng, was a native of Shanyin, Yuezhou (now Shaoxing, Zhejiang). His father, Lu Zai, was an official and scholar with great national integrity. After the imperial court moved south, he returned to his hometown to write books. Lu You received a patriotic family education since he was a child, and he set his ambition to fight against the Japanese and take revenge. At the age of 29, he took the Jinshi examination and ranked among the top. He was expelled because he offended the emperor Qin Hui. During the reign of Emperor Xiaozong, he was granted the title of Jinshi. He served successively as general magistrate of Kuizhou, promoted tea and salt affairs in Changping, Jiangnan West Road, had the right to know Yanzhou and other local officials, and also served as military counselor to Wang Yan and Fan Cheng, and later served as a court councilor. Doctor, doctor of the Ministry of Rites. He resigned from office at the age of 65 and returned to his hometown of Shanyin to live leisurely. He died at the age of eighty-six. Lu You insisted on resisting the Jin Dynasty throughout his life. Although he was attacked by capitulationists many times, his patriotism remained unswerving. He never forgot the unity of the country when he died. He was a great patriotic poet in the Southern Song Dynasty. He was diligent in creation and wrote poems for 60 years in his life, with more than 9,300 poems preserved. The subject matter of the poems is extremely wide and the content is rich. Among them, the works about resisting the Jin Dynasty and serving the country best reflect the spirit of that era. The style of the poem is bold and powerful, similar to that of Li Bai, so it is called "Little Taibai".
As soon as the rope dropped
The road was full of spinning silk and flying catkins, and the time was approaching. Who can talk about new sorrows at this time? There are hundreds of warbles and flowing orioles.
Looking down at the present and ancient world, where are the gods? Before the flowering, you must be judged drunk and helped back home. If the wine is not available, Liu Ling's tomb will be visited.
One drop of the rope
Seeing through the falsehood of life, and being ridiculed by others. This body is like a person who rides the tide, having passed through thousands of waves.
I’m glad to be back safe and sound, with a pot of spring brew. The raindrops and smoke hats are next to Yuji. It should not be the title of a marquis.
A bunch of flowers
Standing in front of me, my soul is lost, and I still hate to be in the quiet period. I have never been used to shedding tears in spring, and my clothes were filled with tears for my queen. That's even more so, when the flute is played in the pool hall, the green son is green and the shade is green.
The shadows on the cloister curtains vary from day to day, making it suitable for sleeping. Chaoyun Mengjuan knows where it is, Qian Shuangyan, talking about and lovesickness. I have been sentenced from now on, and I am very haggard. I want to know this personally.
A cluster of flowers
The immortal Shu is unparalleled in the sky, with jade-faced green moths. After reading in Huang Ting, my heart is like water. I close the red door and feel sad near the silk spring.
There is no medicine in the world to keep the light flowing, and the wind and rain make it cool. When we meet, we talk about the old capital, sighing about the tribulation of dust and the vastness of life and death. How about accompanying me, green coops and green bamboo, fishing for Xiaoxiang in the evening of autumn.
Going to the West Tower (a happy meeting)
The green at the head of the river is dark and red, and the swallows are flying. Suddenly, I went to the place I was traveling and hated Yiyi.
Shedding tears and sighing about human affairs is contrary to her heart. Fill the jade pot with flower dew to send you back in spring.
Great Holy Music
Forty-two years have passed since lightning turned thunderous, and I lamented my floating life. Try to think about the past, nothingness is like a dream, full of joys and sorrows, together and dispersed like smoke. The sea of ??suffering is boundless, the river of love is bottomless, and wandering is like a leaky boat. Who can understand it? In the fire of impermanence, the body is strong with iron.
It will be Hua Dian in a moment. It is easy to tidy up the body and return to nature. Why should we pay attention to asking for land and houses? In life, we need officials, and in death, we need fame. Longevity and poverty alleviation, whether right or wrong, is an honor or a disgrace. The origin of this matter lies in heaven. From now on, let me go east, west, north, south, and become a flying fairy.
Peacetime
The bamboo room is one foot deep and quiet. The chaotic red flies away and the green becomes overcast, and there are songbirds.
When I was about to leave Lanting, I had nothing to do and started practicing piano by myself. The copper stove curls into the sea and sinks, washing away the dust.
Yuehaitang
The red gate of the abandoned garden is closed in the setting sun. Hanging on the rise and fall, in the tears of regret. A touch of palace plum blossoms, still, a little crispy and cut with water. In the place of sadness, I seem to recall Xuanhua’s old events.
There is a sense of desolation for pedestrians. Who can send the fragrance thousands of miles away? Standing in Jianggao, it is rare to see Yao and return to Longtou. The sound and dust are far away, and the dangerous building in Chutian leans alone.
Yuehaitang
The embroiderers in Lanfang are tired of getting sick. Sighing in spring, I woke up when I was bored. The swallow returned empty-handed, and there were several messages sent to the borders of Yuguan. In the sad place, the group nest is displayed alone.
The smoke in the smoke cage fades away and the smoke becomes cold. The tears are deep and I look at the shadows of flowers. How can he be restrained by the lingering fragrance? He is alone in the cold pillow. At dawn at the west window, there are a few sounds of silver bottles and jade wells.
The moon shines on the pear blossoms
The Jijing scenery is soft and the misty river is rising in spring. There is no one in Xiaohe, and the embroidered curtain is half up. Outside the flowers, the sisters call each other and make an appointment.
Xiu Mo forgot the pattern of Zhang Tai, and thought about it carefully, which made him feel sad. The jade on the chest and arms is reduced, and I want to find Pisces, and write a letter.
The moon shines on the pear blossoms
The boredom has been ruined, and there are many diseases. Several curves screen the mountain, accompanying people to the tranquility of the day. Liang Yan urged her to get up and change the fumigation cage.
When will the new sorrows and old hatreds be gone? The green temples will gradually wither, and the light rain will tell the flowers. Where to send the fragrant note? The embroidered pavilion is in the shade of the willow.
Magnolia
I have been living on Bashan Road for three years, my green clothes are torn and covered with dust. The body is like a cloud crossing the west coast, and the sorrow reaches the grass in Qutang Pass.
Spring plate and spring wine are good every year, but trying to wear silver flags will make you drunk. Nowadays, everyone is one year old. I am not the oldest person in the world.
Magnolia Flower Slowly
Reading the dreamland of Handan, sighing at the green temples and early frost. Burning elixirs in Naihua Mountain and watching cranes in Qingxi, I still lose my original intention. Over the years, in the troubled times, I have learned the secret of truth and interpretation, which is extremely profound. Raise nine buns of golden twigs and plant them into thousands of groves of wonderful trees.
The star altar is learning to walk at night and chanting in vain. The cold dew penetrates the Yao hairpin. The green phoenix is ??draped in the clouds, the green luan traces the moon, and the palace is deserted. After reading Langhan's letter, I became a close friend of Emperor Juntian. But the passing pot is roaring proudly, and the years are passing by in this world.
Shui Diao Ge Tou
Jiangzuo is the most famous place in ancient Xuzhou. The mountains are picturesque, and the beautiful places are surrounded by dangerous buildings. The drums and horns are solemn and majestic in the wind, the beacon fire is extinguished in the sky, and the past is remembered by Sun Liu. Thousands of miles away, the sun is shining brightly, and thousands of stoves are home to brave men.
The dew touches the grass, the wind falls on the trees, and autumn comes with age. Let the king be free, talk and laugh, and wash away the sorrows of the past and present. Not seeing Xiangyang for a visit has wiped out countless tourists, and the regret is hard to bear.
The uncle has been alone for a thousand years, and his name is as famous as the Han River.
The water dragon sings
Looking for spring at the bottom of the flower in front of the bottle, I can sigh and feel completely relieved. Dressed in clothes, the drunkards are scattered, and the beauty is far away. This year, there is miasma and heavy rain, by the Yelang River. I was leaning against the building, playing the flute, looking in the mirror by the window, crying and being frightened every now and then.
The flowers fall and the moon shines in the courtyard. Silent and heartbroken. Holding hands and holding hands, Zeng Xue painted Liang Qiyan at that time. Seeing and talking about the new arrival, the net is lingering in the dark dust, dancing clothes and singing fans. The material is also shy and haggard, walking carelessly along the fragrant paths, afraid of seeing the singing oriole.
The water dragon chants
Chasing the road on the Maha Pond, the red and green are mixed during the Spring Festival Gala. The time is beautiful, the begonias are drunk, and the peach blossoms are warm. It’s time to pick vegetables for the first time, the smoking ban is approaching, and there is a silk pipe in the city. See the golden saddles fighting for the road, the fragrant chariots flying over the covers, and the rush to occupy the new pavilions and pavilions first.
The melancholy years change secretly. Dark ecstasy, rain collects and clouds disperse. The mirror covers the moon, the hairpin beam dismantles the phoenix, and the Qinzheng slants the wild goose. At the end of the world, there are lonely mountains and fortresses, dangerous buildings flying around. There are only sighs of spring, poplar flowers and hatred, and the east wind is full.
Jade Butterfly
Wherever the tired guest travels in his life, he falls into Beijing and Luo and finds his way to Xiaoxiang. On this night and in what year, I will write about Song Yu and Gaotang. The embroidered curtain opens, the fragrance suddenly rises, the lotus steps are steady, and the silver candles branch out. Dark side. Swallows are shy and orioles are jealous, butterflies are buzzing around and bees are busy.
Unforgettable. Fangzun frequently persuades, the steep cold has retreated, and the jade leakage is still long. A little bit of tranquility, just worried about the moon invading the corridor after singing. When he was about to return, Sikong asked with a smile. When he got closer, the prime minister was furious. Heartbroken. If you give me a favor as a gift, why not mount your horse?
Sheng Chazi
Repaying the kindness of the mountain lotus master, let’s talk about helping the plow hand. The newly formed Xiao Mao Ci just occupies the mouth of Qingjiang River.
The wind and dust do not change clothes, but the neighbors often hold wine. It's like when an official travels, all the willows in the pavilion will be broken.
Birth of Chazi
The swallows nest in the sky, and the courtyard is quiet and the doves urge the rain. The fragrant fragrance moistens the court clothes, and the guests chat about the dust.
The thousand strands of silk on the temples are not spun by Wu silkworms. The lonely dream spreads across Xiaoxiang, and the moon falls and I hear the soft oars.
Good things come soon
Hang around the world and paint silver candles on buildings every night. Who sees Wuyun Danzao, raising yellow buds and first ripening?
The spring breeze returns to the Purple Emperor, and the East China Sea feasts on Yang Valley. Come in and give me the gift of green peach blossoms and a thousand dendrobiums of jade dust.
Good things are coming soon
The wild goose has not yet returned home, and the treasure zither is scattered with broken hearts. It's even more cold and weak, like an old friend's unkindness.
The miasma clouds and wild rain darken the lonely city, at the corner of Chushan Mountain. If I bother to ask about Jiannan's news, I'm afraid it will be like a sparse question.
Good things are coming soon
The boat is returning from Fenkou, and flowers are scattered on the island at dusk. The white apples and red polygons on both sides of the strait reflect the fresh green.
Wherever there is Gushi, it is home, and water chestnuts and glutinous rice are enough at all times. Tomorrow I will ride the wind again and travel south and north of the Yangtze River.
Good things are coming soon
Small tiredness brings me a lot of sleep, and I can't stand the slanting sun for a few days. To drive away a hundred thousand Sand Demons, there are two dragons and Cang Bi.
Young people should not laugh at the aging of old people, but the flavor remains the same as before. Standing in the depths of the frozen clouds, I explore the news of Ximei.
Good things are coming soon
The wind is dew and the sky is cold, and we are serving a banquet in Yuhua Palace. I went to the Purple Emperor Incense Case in person and saw Jin Zhi Qianye.
The fairy dew in the green pot has just begun to brew, and its fragrance is unique. After being drunk, I rode a red phoenix to watch the spring scenery of Penglai.
Good things are coming soon
Waving your sleeves and going up to the west peak, you will be lonely and lonely. Leaning on a stick, facing the whale sea, I can count the smoke and sails.
Looking at the dancing clouds and blue luan, the return journey is almost over. Thank you Banshan Songchui for your attentiveness and hospitality.
Good things come soon
Find a destined person and share the elixir from the jade pot. Who looks deep into the dust of the city and recognizes the lonely crane in the distant sky.
In the middle of the month, Ba Ling plays the flute and Tiao Hua goes to the appointment. There is no limit to the ruin and prosperity of the past and present. I sigh that the mountains and rivers are like yesterday.
Good things are coming soon
Leaving Qinguan on Pingdan, driving with two deer in the snow. I would like to ask you how you are going on this trip, and enjoy the beautiful Yi Xiuzhu.
Amidst the ashes of the Han palace, the spring grass turns green several times. You see how things have changed, with honor and disgrace one after another.
Good things are coming soon
Go up to the Lotus Peak at dawn in autumn, creeping high against the blue wall of the sky. Whoever keeps company with Fang Weng will have a light policy in the Temple of Heaven.
The red dragon flew suddenly, and the mountains were black during the thunderstorm. Talking and laughing make for a prosperous life, and laughter and meditation bring happiness to the people.
Good things are coming soon
I am thinking hard about returning home after traveling, and my worries are like thousands of threads in a cocoon. In the dream, the mirror lake is misty and rainy, and the mountains are countless.
The youthful madness in front of you is gone, and you are sending love words carelessly. Flowers fall and swallows fly in the courtyard, sighing that time is like this.
Good things come soon
The beautiful appearance lasts for thousands of years, but who will remember the lonely crane riding on the clouds? Looking back at the places I once visited, there are mountains, rivers and cities.
The world is full of cars and horses, and the dust is dirty. Let’s visit Gexian Danjing and watch the rock flowers bloom and fall.
Ru Meng Ling
I lean on the small mountain peak alone, surrounded by green mist. I'm just afraid to learn to practice clouds and create a spring dawn on the balcony. Spring dawn, spring dawn, the courtyard is full of green poplars and fragrant grass.
Mr. An
The society is at the beginning of the storm. There is a hint of spring in Zigui's voice. The most ruthless thing is that everything is scattered and there is only one rose. What's more, I am haggard and haggard under the quiet window this year. People are all strange, poetry and wine are worthless. Read the scriptures toward the medicine stove and forget about the orioles, windows and willows.
Everything is settled. The traces of powder are still on Xiang Luopa. Hating the moon and worrying about the flowers, struggling to believe in the Tao, that’s all for now. Recalling his previous life, he met Zhang Taima. Because it comes by itself, it is forbidden to be afraid of the heart. Even if we sing and drink together, we still talk about the old Kyoto dialect.
Xinghuatian
The old man comes to live in peace. They were dancing and singing wildly. Once you get the gold cup, you will stop complaining. Watching spring and dusk.
Who is Qian and tied with wicker. Don't leave, Cheng Qie urges you to go. Can Hong was nowhere to be found in the blink of an eye. All belong to the hive swallow households.
Qinyuan Spring
The pink plum blossoms are broken, the green flowers are green, and the feeling of spring is deep. Gradually the bead curtain is rolled down, the branches are slightly stepped, the ice is open and the carps are jumping, and the forest is warm and the songbirds are singing. The lychees are scattered, the bamboo branches are sad, and the turbid wine is poured out with tears. I have been leaning on the railing for a long time, sighing at the slowness of the mountains and rivers and the passing of time.
Unexpectedly now. Nothing can be accomplished and the frost invades the temples. Look at the old friend, the sand embankment is yellow, the fish is hanging with jade, and the mink reflects the golden color of the cicada. Although Xu's country is strong, it has no road to the sky and is desolate for thousands of miles. Who can send a message? In the east wind, there are smoke and willows from Baqiao, which tell me where I want to go.
Qinyuan Spring
As soon as I say goodbye to Qinlou, the New Year is coming, and the lights are coming again. I recall the graceful smile, the slender and gentle grip, the fragrance of jade and the language of flowers, and the warmth and crispness of the snow. I feel sad when I think about it far away, and I miss spring sickness, and I blame myself for never doing so in my life. Do you know, the fragrance gradually disappears from Shu brocade, and the tears stain Wu Ling.
It is difficult to find a long rope that ties the sun. The tired guest has lost his old friends. But wild geese are rising on the outskirts of the river, the fishing village is complaining about the flute, the cold fire is burning, and the solitary inkstone is producing ice. The water surrounds the mountain, the smoke is dim, and the clouds are miserable. Even if there is a high platform, it is often timid to climb it. In the place where the soul disappears, there is no fish paper and no blue dream.
Qinyuan Spring
The lonely crane returns and flies to the distant sky again, replacing all its old ones. The withered graves filled with thoughts, the vast dreams, the princes and ants have finally turned into dust. I drank in the garden and looked for flowers in the alleys. I never neglected the spring that day. As time goes by, the waistband and belt are left, and the hair on the temples is refreshed.
Make love. Scattered like clouds. How could I have expected that I would be like this now? Fortunately, I have good eyesight and good health. I have good tea and delicious food. I am not the only one who is old, but others are also poor. Avoiding all dangers and squandering ambitions, I gather water in my short boat in the lake. Why should I hate that there is a drunk fisherman and a river friend as my neighbor?
The bean leaves are yellow
The willow waist is upstairs in the spring breeze, and the gold-threaded clothes are first tried in front of the flowers. Niao Niao Ping Ping is not self-sufficient. It's too late to put on makeup in the morning, and my eyebrows are painted better than in the old days.
Yellow bean leaves
Spring is often full of rain and wind, but when the wind and rain clear up, the spring is gone. Who cares about the thousands of grains of mud and sand? Hating poverty is like being in decline.
Red Cliff Ci
The clock dawns at the forbidden gate, recalling the king’s journey to court, the first flight of the luan swan. In the middle of the West Palace, there is a single step, facing the Golden Lotus Palace. The crouching embroidered chin, the fairy flower belt, makes you soar quickly. Life is unpredictable, one person belongs to the other.
Looking back at the green gate of the purple road, the leisure courtyard of the West Lake, thousands of bamboo shoots are sold. The crow roosting on the plain wall should be fine, but the residual dream cannot be repeated. The years are frightening. I look at my fame in the mirror. There is not much green on my short temples. After a happy break, I will be drunk with you.
Night Tour in the Palace
After the banquet, the bead curtain was half rolled up. Outside the painted eaves, the scent of wax spreads. The sound of green mist is falling. Leaning on the incense shoulder, looking at the atrium, the shadows of flowers are chaotic.
Wan is the Gaotang Pavilion. The bamboo sticks and musk smoke are warm at first. How can the bright moon be full every night? Support Fangrou, hate this year, the cold is still shallow.
Night Tour Palace
The snow is dawning and the Qingjia is in chaos. Sleepwalking somewhere, somewhere unknown. The iron cavalry has no reputation and is like water. I want to go to Guanhe River, west of Yanmen, and on the edge of Qinghai.
Sleep in the cold light. The sound leakage is cut off and the window paper is tilted. Since then, he has been granted the title of Marquis in Wanli. Who knows, although the temples are broken, the heart is not dead.
Night Tour in the Palace
The coldness invades the green quilt alone at night. Naiyoumeng, no return. I want to write new sorrows and tears splash on the paper. Recalling Cheng En, sighing for the rest of my life, so far.
Susu lantern flower pendant. I asked him what he wanted to report to me at this time. The door is thousands of miles away. The heart that hates the king is like a dangerous fence, and it is difficult to lean on it for a long time.
Define the Storm
The hats are lowered and the whips are lowered to see off the guests, and the water on the small bridge is a branch of plum. I don't even remember my illness when it comes to spring. Who knows, but the fragrance drives people away.
I have a good time to drink wine, hold hands, and look very happy with you. The young and strong-looking man has snow on his temples from now on. Because of this, the fleeting years are full of anger and hatred.
Picking mulberry seeds
Baochai spent the night upstairs putting on her makeup and combing, and was too lazy to get on the swing. I am poking around the heavy smoke, my golden robe is wide and my bun is partial to the side.
Linhong did not send letters from Liaodong for another year. Before playing the tears, I feel sorrow in the spring breeze.
Picking mulberry seeds
At the foot of Sanshan Mountain, laymen were idle, their clothes and shoes were in desolation. I was drunk and sleeping, and the wind caused the flowers to fly and fall on the fishing boat.
Sauvignon Blanc
There are thousands of clouds and thousands of waters, and I am in the midst of thousands of clouds and water. The moonlight collects the fishing tube.
My head is still young, my ears are not deaf, but I can still blush when I drink. Who is the same as one?
Sauvignon Blanc
The bridge is like a rainbow, the water is like empty space, and a leaf is floating in the mist. Tianjiao calls him Fang Weng.
The side boat canopy makes the river breeze, and the crab houses are scattered in the east of the fishing market. It's time to hear the twilight bell.