Lu You (1125 ~1210) was born in Yinshan, Yuezhou (now Shaoxing). Shangshu Youcheng is the grandson of Lv Dian. A litterateur, historian and patriotic poet in the Southern Song Dynasty, his poem "Julian Waghann's Northern Central Plains, Family Sacrifice Never Forgets" has been passed down through the ages.
Lu You is a veritable cat slave. He is good at writing poems. He wrote more than ten poems for his pet cat, such as mocking domestic cats, giving one or two poems to a cat, giving a poem to a cat in a village named Xueer, and giving a pink nose to let mice beat my books again and again. Even if a slave kills a group of mice, it is a blessing.
People in Song Dynasty had a good impression on cats, and poets called them "slaves", "female generals" or "mouse generals". Lu You once wrote a poem, saying that the cat was his "former teenager, accompanying me to the old mountain village", which shows that Lu You loves cats and pets them.
Excerpts from Lu You's poems: two poems by Shen Yuan, wandering freely, making eyebrows at the Happy Pavilion on the evening of July 16th, and watching Nanshan in Chang 'an.
1, "Two Poems by Shen Yuan"
The setting sun on the city painted a corner of mourning, the Shen Garden was not a revival pool platform, and the spring waves under the sad bridge were green, which was once a stunning photo.
The dream is broken and fragrant for forty years, but the willow in Shenyuan doesn't blow cotton. This body is a land of mountains and mountains, or a trace of death.
2, "Let the Weng"
Thanks for the title, the family heirloom will not spread.
It's been a year since I asked, but I didn't do anything when I met the situation.
Ma Lao can't fly to the north of Hebei, and the crane flies back to Liaodong.
The ups and downs along the way bother you. After reading it, my face is still red.
3. "Glaring at the Happy Pavilion, looking at Nanshan in Chang 'an on the evening of July 16th"
Crying in the corner of the border town in autumn. The bonfire blazed on the high platform.
Singing and singing, standing on a high place, he gave wine to the land, which produced infinite enthusiasm for restoring Guanzhong.
Who can push away all the layers of twilight like the amorous Nanshan bright moon? ?
The smoke from the kitchen near Baqiao Bridge and the beautiful scenery near Qujiang should stand in the moonlight, waiting for our army to recover lost ground and win.