Author: Jiang Teli Dynasty: Song Dynasty
Poetry:
I have heard the name Gushan before, but I have never been to Gushan Temple. It's hard to win the tour, and it's hard to lose. If you are brave today, you will make a plan to enter the mountain. Although there is no economic victory, it can still be exhausted. Panasonic stopped the guide and rode to the front of the mountain. I looked up at Bai Yunfeng and looked down at the bun. Half a day to open the Buddha's brake, Jie Ge shines in gold and green. Between the two cliffs, the boulder breaks its vitality. When I spilled Bai Hong, I drank back to madness. After the storm, the rest of the work was released. The mountain gods are afraid of determination, while the gods and ghosts are stingy. So far, there is no wave and no flow. The water to find the teacher is flowing backwards, and Zhuoxi Spring is boiling. The shock of different things is no different. Cangshi was counted at the edge of the pavilion, and several big characters were carved. Although his name was on the back, I was miserable. There is a long history in ancient times, and it can be remembered. If you rob the same thing, help yourself. I don't know the wine before I died, but I was drunk on a stone. Drunk to nowhere, but sleeping in a monk's bed.
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Author: Zhu De
Gushan stands towering at the head of Minjiang River, with a majestic face, which blocks Fuzhou.
No matter how rampant the typhoon is, you will never dare to go to Minhou!
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"Guest disease waste, it is said that South Taiwan has a try. Nine tracks crawl on the raging waves, and thousands of ships cross the river. The bells and drums in the temple building urge the dawn, and the streets are from ancient times to the present. The white hair is still heroic, and the flute is drunk. "
The title of this poem is "Crossing the Pontoon Bridge to Nantai", written by Lu You (1125-1210), a native of Yinshan, Yuezhou (now Shaoxing, Zhejiang). He lived in a troubled era, so he hated the invasion of nomads from the army and the treacherous court official's mistake of the country. He served his country sincerely all his life, but his career was bumpy because he offended Qin Gui.
In the 28th year of Shaoxing (1 158), Lu You was appointed as a junior official in Ningde County, Fujian Province. The following autumn, Cao was transferred to Fuzhou (in charge of prison) and served as an official for two years. In the first month of thirty years, I left Fuzhou and returned to Lin 'an. At this time, Lu You's poems became more and more famous. His poems are bold and unrestrained, full of patriotic enthusiasm, and he often feels that he has no battlefield to serve the country. He was summoned by Xiaozong, but he was not reused. In the fifth year of Xichun (1 178), he was sent to Fuzhou again to promote Changping tea and salt business. The poem "To Nantai" was written when he first transferred to Fuzhou and crossed the pontoon bridge to visit Tianning Temple in Munan Mountain (now Cangshan Mountain). He wrote this poem because he touched the scene.
The pontoon bridge is the predecessor of Wanshou Bridge in Minjiang River, Fuzhou, which spans Taijiang River. In the eighth year of Yuan You (1093), the county magistrate Wang Zudao took the boat as the beam, which was the feasible way of "nine tracks" in the poem. In the second year of Chongning (1 103), Wang Zudao was appointed as Fuzhou satrap. "Tianning Temple was built in the south of the bridge." In the seventh year of Dade in Yuan Dynasty (1303), the Buddhist monk Wang Xiu Shiqiao was built in the second year of Zhi Zhi (1322), and it was named "Wanshou Bridge".
As soon as the author of this poem set foot on the pontoon bridge, he was shocked by what he saw: thousands of wooden boats on the Minjiang River were connected by chains and vines, lined up in a row, and the pontoon bridge was as stable as a rock. Many vehicles and pedestrians strolled on the "angry waves", which was extremely spectacular. In the face of the roaring river wind and the empty waves, the patriotic pride in the author's heart is aroused again, and the resentment of serving the country is filled again: Lenovo's national disaster is at the head, people's hearts are uneven, drums and horns are everywhere, yellow sand flags are flying, and thousands of troops and horses are fighting fiercely. ...
The bell and drum of Tianning Temple interrupted his thoughts; The smoke from Nantai Island brought him back to reality: the morning bell and the evening drum urged the time series changes in the morning and evening in vain; The market is full of smoke and dark clouds, blocking the picture of people suffering. The quiet life in front of me and the migration of natural years make it difficult for the author to hide his inner pain. Think about your hero's uselessness; Trapped in a small town in the south, I have no reason to stretch my ambitions, and climbing mountains near the water is even more emotional. The white hair born for worrying about the country and the people has covered his temples, but his passion is still enduring. He imagined that, in desperation, he could only sit alone under the banyan tree, pour the wine on his chest and blow the flute to relieve his depression. From this poem, Lu You's persistent patriotic feelings can be seen everywhere.