Lu Guimeng (? - about 881), whose courtesy name was Lu Wang, also known as Tiansuizi, Jianghu Sanren, and Mr. Fuli, was a native of Changzhou (now Suzhou, Jiangsu Province). He was a poet and agriculturist of the Tang Dynasty.
Lu Gui was elected as a Jinshi but failed to win the imperial examination. He once served as an aide to the governors of Hu and Suzhou. Later, he lived in seclusion in Songjiang Fuli (now Luzhi, Wuzhong District, Suzhou City, Jiangsu Province).
His poems seek to be profound and dangerous, and Qijue is more refreshing. There are many works that describe scenery and chant objects, and there are also works that are indignant at worldly affairs and concerned about the livelihood of the people. Literature is better than poetry. The essays are unique and unique in their leisurely writing. He is the author of "The Book of Leishu", "Records of Wuxing", "Small List", etc., which are included in "Collected Works of Mr. Tang Fuli".
Li Sao
Tianwen summons the soul again, but there is no reason to pierce the emperor's palace.
Who knows that a thousand beautiful sentences are no match for a single slander.
Spring Dawn
The scenery is farewell at dawn in the spring garden, and the clear dew and flowers are flowing.
Once the wasp is idle, it roosts on the pistil every night.
Two Night Songs of Da Zi·Part 2
Silk and bamboo make the sound of singing, and fake instruments sound clear.
I don’t know how wonderful the songs are and how powerful they are.
Parting
The husband is not without tears, and he will not shed them during parting.
The stick and the sword are against the wine, and the shame is that of a wanderer.
As soon as the viper stings the hand, the strong man's wrist will be freed.
My ambition is fame, so there is no point in saying farewell.
Ten Odes of Fenghe and Xi Mei Tea Set·Chawu
The land of Ming is full of wild walks.
Towards the sun, there is Zhongden, but there are few gaps in the back.
The clouds are coiled in the distance and the bun is slow, and the incense clusters are scattered in the small bonfire.
Where is the quiet time, the spring dew is all over the rocks.
Five articles on Fenghe's attack on the United States and adding fishing gear·Back hood
His sharp hands split the river and weaved cigarette shells with him.
The sand birds don’t know, but the fishing companions are still aware of it for the first time.
The green breeze is blowing leisurely, and the waves are singing quietly.
Seeing and talking about Wanshantan, the fishing boy can learn as much as he can.
White Lotus
Su Yin is often deceived by others, but this flower really fits in the Yaochi.
Who knows that there is hatred in ruthlessness? When the moon is clear and the wind is about to fall.
He Ximei sobered up on a Spring Eve
For several years, he wandered around the rivers and lakes with nothing to do, and got drunk in Huanggong's old wine shop.
After I woke up, I didn’t know that the bright moon was covered with flowers and shadows, and beautiful people were supporting me.
Winter willows
The willow trees slant toward the savage window, with scattered and decaying branches near the Xiaojiang River.
At the point where the frosty wind broke, pairs of cold gulls started up.
Wu Palace Nostalgia
The fragrant path to Changzhou is full of thorns and bushes, and the luxurious clouds and bright rain are only the sad wind.
King Wu must subjugate his country for everything, and Xishi may not win the Sixth Palace.
An old tour of Huaiwan Mausoleum
In the old days, I visited the beautiful land of Lingyang and visited Li Bai Tower in Qingshan Mountain.
I can only think when the sun sets over the stream, and the wind shadow of the wine flag falls on the spring stream.
Xinsha
The small embankment rises with the sound of waves. When the officials know about it, the seagulls will know about it.
There are roads in Penglai that teach people how to get there, so they should also tax Zizhi every year.
The secret color of Yueqi
The wind and dew of the Nine Autumn Festival open up the kiln and capture the green color of thousands of peaks.
Hao Xiangzhongxiao is full of troubles, and the cup is left in the bucket in the middle of the night.
Two Spring Thoughts·Part 2
The wine in the south of the Yangtze River is ripe and clear tomorrow, and the tall green trees hang in the wind.
Whose young son has nothing to do, and his face is covered with fallen flowers, but he is still drunk and asleep.
Go early
The water is cold and the solitary boat touches the astronomical sky, just like taking a boat to ask questions.
Even though Bixu is infinitely good, the name of the guest star is also annoying.
Southern Expedition
The Prime Minister determines whether there is a southern expedition or not. Who is the leader in the plot?
I know from afar that thieves are brave enough to break through, and ten thousand rhinoceros trees grow around the tent.
Six New Autumn Miscellaneous Poems·Xing
Looking for people until the north of Yuewu, looking for cranes, they passed to the west of Yunfeng.
Nowadays, there is still a sparse and wild atmosphere, but it is surrounded by wind and rain borders of berries and moss.
Fenghe attacks the beauty, embraces the illness, Dumen sees the second rhyme
Although the spring city drunk in the previous issue is missing, the lower curtain is full of uncut poems.
Because there are hundreds of acres of hui on the bank of Ying, I want to pick three beautiful twigs from Shangya.
The crane cage in the wild is wide, so I can weave it, and I can give rice to the mountain monks and teach them how to cook.
But the doctor is serious about his pupils and health, and is not afraid that the flowers in the river will be dissatisfied with the branches.
Fenghe attacked the beauty and sent it to the people of Yangshe in Qiongzhou
In the Ming Dynasty, it was not a crime to be relegated. There were thousands of singing birds nesting in the south.
The coconut cup is filled with wine and disinfectant mist, and the wind carries the banana leaves down the boat.
When there are many people, the medicinal household will get mad, and the officials will have to pay their salaries.
Only be sincere and confident, and sing poems about the fountain of greed without labor.
Jingkou
The ancient crossing of Jianggan is sad and separated, and the broken mountains are scattered and the spring tide is flat.
The east wind is sharp, the sails are far away, the leaves are falling, the sunset is bright, and the sky is bright.
In the past, a thousand horses were riding on the fighting boat, but now the fishing boat is carrying only one young man.
Poor Emperor Song was planning his strategy, the greenery was growing without tobacco.