A leaf boat on the clear stream, autumn on both sides of the hibiscus. Whose daughter is picking water chestnuts? Her singing sounds like dusk gulls. The clouds are cloudy and sad, and my head is full of wind and rain. I wear lotus leaves and go back to rest. ——Zhao Mengfu of the Yuan Dynasty "Xianlu *** Hua_A Leaf Boat on the Qingxi River" Xianlu *** Hua_A Leaf Boat on the Qingxi River A boat on the Qingxi River, autumn on both sides of the hibiscus. Whose daughter is picking water chestnuts? Her singing sounds like dusk gulls. The clouds are cloudy and sad, and my head is full of wind and rain. I wear lotus leaves and go back to rest. Zhao Mengfu (1254-1322), whose courtesy name was Zi'ang, also known as Songxue Taoist, also known as Shuijinggong Taoist and Oubo, was named Mengfu in his middle age. He was Han nationality and a native of Wuxing (now Huzhou, Zhejiang). A famous painter in the Yuan Dynasty, one of the four masters of regular script (Ouyang Xun, Yan Zhenqing, Liu Gongquan, and Zhao Mengfu). Zhao Mengfu was erudite and talented. He was good at poetry and prose, understood economics, was good at calligraphy and painting, was good at epigraphy and stone, knew laws and regulations, and understood appreciation. In particular, he achieved the highest achievements in calligraphy and painting, creating a new style of painting in the Yuan Dynasty, and was known as the "Crown of the Yuan Dynasty". He is also good at seal script, official script, Zhen script, Xing script, and cursive script, and is especially famous for his regular script and running script.
Zhao Mengfu It snows heavily and the north wind blows, and every family is poor and has a white house. The jade tree is still difficult to stretch, overwhelming thousands of bamboo poles. A high-minded person dares not be like Teng Liu. A gentleman has an open mind and is willing to bow his head. How can I be in Qi'ao without the green Yiyi again? The cold forest is all white, and Xidi Langgan is alone. Hanmei can't help it, why is he shrinking? In front of the small reading window, there are no green trees. I sit in an empty space and don't listen to the sound of Su Su. You can remember Wen Dian and add a few good paintings. Even more thinking about a person lying down, how can he only eat without meat? ——Qing Dynasty·Huan Shanqiao "Xue Baochai·Snow Bamboo"
Xue Baochai·Snow Bamboo
Qing Dynasty: Huan Shan Qiao is snowing heavily and the north wind is blowing, and every family has a poor white house.
The jade tree is still difficult to stretch, overwhelming thousands of bamboo poles.
A man of high moral integrity dares not be like Teng Liu.
A gentleman is humble and willing to bow his head.
How can we be in Qi'ao without the green Yiyi again?
The cold forest is all white, and the Xidi Langgan is alone.
Hanmei can’t help but why is he shrinking?
In front of the small reading window, there are no green trees.
Sitting in an empty fast, not listening to the sound of Buddhism.
In memory of Wen Dian, I can add a few fine paintings.
I think even more about a person lying stiff, how can he only eat without meat? ▲ Writing about snow, chanting things: The plum blossoms are ripe and falling between the bamboo windows, and the bamboo shoots are growing under the wall. It rains continuously and I don’t know when spring is gone, but when it clears up, I feel that summer is deep. ——Fan Chengda, Song Dynasty, "Happy Sunny"
Happy Sunny The plum blossoms are ripe and falling between the windows, and the bamboo shoots are sprouting under the wall.
It rains continuously and I don’t know when spring is gone, but when it clears up, I feel that summer is deep. In summer, the green pond is full of fragrant grass and clear waves, and the spring scenery has passed through the rain. I know that all the flowers have fallen, and there are many butterflies in the vegetable patch today. ——Gao Qi, Ming Dynasty, "Spring Evening in the Western Garden"
Spring Evening in the Western Garden
The green pond is full of fragrant grass and clear waves, and the spring scenery has passed through the rain.
I know that all the flowers have fallen, and there are many butterflies in the vegetable patch today. Three hundred ancient poems, pastoral, describing scenes and expressing emotion