"Boarding at Guazhou"
Between Jingkou and Guazhou, there are only a few mountains between Zhongshan and Guazhou.
The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine on me again?
"Gexi Station"
The moon is missing, the moon is dim, and the light is shining on the autumn bed.
When you are sick, you feel the wind and dew most early, and when you return to your dream, you don’t know how long the mountains and rivers are.
Sitting there, I feel that the songs of my age are generous, and I look at the desolate look of the world.
The chirping cicadas are even more confusing to people's ears, and they are hugging the sparse tung leaves, which are half yellow.
"Showing the Lord of Chang'an"
It is not easy to say goodbye when a young man is young, but it is also sad to meet again when we are old.
The cups and plates of leather and grass offer laughter, and the dim lights talk about life.
Self-pity, three years between the lake and the sea, and thousands of miles of dust and sand.
If you want to know when the later period will be, you should see Yannan Zheng when you send the letter.
"Taiwan of Sorrow"
The decaying walls are gradually replaced by flat sand, and there are eight or nine old trees in the wilderness.
The river flows to the southeast, and the sky shape leans toward the city in the northwest.
After pouring the pot and talking, I went back to look out. I sighed when I finished the poem on the shore.
Everything is going to be gray now, and it will be easy to turn yellow in a year.
"Rewarding Pei Ruhui"
Two years ago, I traveled in Yue and people chanted, begging for the Southeast disease to invade even more.
The mourning son has not settled the righteousness of the Zhuang family, and his relatives still comfort the heart of Marquis Lu.
The pistils of fresh and fine chrysanthemums are blooming in front of the frost, and the sun is overcast in the desert with sparse tung trees.
A glass of turbid wine fills the eyes with autumn, but unfortunately I agree but don’t pour it.
Wang Anshi, courtesy name Jiefu, nickname Banshan, posthumous title, also known as Wang Jinggong, belongs to the Jiangyou tribe of Han nationality. A native of Yanbuling, Linchuan County, Fuzhou City in the Northern Song Dynasty (now Dengjia Lane, Linchuan District, Fuzhou City), he was named Jing Guogong. He was an outstanding politician, thinker, scholar, poet, writer, and reformer in Chinese history, and one of the Eight Great Masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties. . Prime Minister of the Northern Song Dynasty and leader of the New Party. Song Renzong Jiayou wrote tens of thousands of words in three years, proposing reforms, calling for changing the situation of "poverty and weakness", implementing the policy of enriching the country and strengthening the army, and restraining the annexation of bureaucratic landlords. In the second year of Song Shenzong Xining's reign, he served as prime minister, implemented reforms, supported the five seizures of Xihe and other states, and improved the situation in the war against Xixia. Conservatives objected, the new law was blocked, and Xining resigned after seven years. The collected works handed down from ancient times include "Wang Linchuan Collection", "Linchuan Collection Supplements", etc. Although he doesn't have many words, he is good at it, and has famous works such as "Guizhixiang". The most widely circulated poem by Wang Jinggong is "The spring breeze turns green on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine on me again?"
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