Selected poems of Gong Zizhen
Gong Zizhen (1792- 184 1), whose real name was Eryu, later changed to Yi Jian, whose real name was Ding Bo; Renamed Gongzuo, named Ding 'an. Now there are more than 600 poems, most of which are his works after middle age. Gong Zizhen's prose was more famous than poetry at that time, and his words were also famous. Gong Ji has many versions handed down from generation to generation. Originally, there were three volumes of Selected Works of Ding 'an, Yu Ji 1 Volume, Shao Zuo 1 Volume, which were edited by Daoguang for three years. Ji Hai Miscellaneous Poems also has a 19-year self-edited edition by Daoguang. In the second year after Gong Zizhen's death, Wei Yuan compiled Ding Lu 12 volumes, and then compiled Ding Lu in 3 volumes, with 4 volumes added, all of which were printed by Wu Xu in the seventh year of Tongzhi. 1959, Wang Pei proofread The Complete Works of Gong Zizhen by Shanghai Editorial Department of Zhonghua Book Company. Based on Jia Hanzhai's revised edition, this book is divided into 1 1 series, 1 to 8 series as the text, and 9 and 10 series as poems, 65438+.
Sitting on a reverse journey at night, I wrote four sentences of "Dream of Xiangyue" (Part II), three songs of falling flowers in the western suburbs, three poems of confession, and one miscellaneous poem of praising history and self-love (3 15).
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Sit at night
It is better to look up at the sky than to sit on the sad screen in spring night.
One mountain rises and thousands of mountains are jealous, and all is silent.
Traffic jams are like a strange smell of women. Jiangdong has been dying for a long time.
Never ask questions, but call out Chang 'e's poems to listen to.
Thinking about the north and southeast, one can only be sea and air.
When I was strong, I began to devote myself to the history of the Zhou Dynasty, but I didn't want to fall into the virtuous wind.
Only when you work hard and worship the general as an immortal will you feel deeply moved.
In case the Zen pass is broken, the beauty is like a jade sword like a rainbow.
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Against the wall, the original rhyme week
The experience of fame is endless, and the history of psychology is self-contained.
Autumn is not surprised by the swallows in the hall, but the sunset still loves the crows on the roadside.
It is difficult to be a concubine in the east, and the roots of ancient trees are as deep as flowers.
When the trace of bright red disappears, beauty is buried in the past.
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make an appointment
Xia, who was boating on the West Lake, said that he had a gift that he would cover for ten years when he left Hangzhou.
The wind blew me, and I fell into a corner of the lake and mountains. It's really beautiful.
I used to be a guest of Donghua, looking back at the boundless.
Is it a flat business to kill dogs for fame and carve dragons to write scrolls? !
Xiao Su, a fellow villager, thinks that Ying Xiao Wo is not a plan.
Just seeing a touch of sunset and half a embankment of vanilla, I feel sad.
Where can I find the sound of socks, lonely delivery.
Hatred blows a flute, crazy says a sword, two kinds of ecstasy.
Like two spring dreams, the sound of oars swings into the clouds.
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Make four sentences in a dream (2)
Gold and flowers are floating in the wind, but childlike innocence has not disappeared.
At the bottom of the sea red curtain, four squares of flowers are in full swing.
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Song of falling flowers in the western suburbs
The wonders of the western suburbs, the ancients gave poems to hurt the spring.
The chariots and horses in the western suburbs are tired, so Mr. Ding 'an sells wine as a reward.
Mr. Tan Chunren doesn't think so, but Mr. Song Chunren scoffs.
You have to have three or four children when you call friends, and you will be completely confused as soon as you leave the city.
Such as Qiantang chamber night Cang, such as Kunyang war morning invincible;
If 84,000 heavenly daughters wash their faces, they pour rouge here.
Why does Qin Gao's carp want to go to heaven?
If the jade palace is washed empty, there will be no caterpillar eyebrows in the thirty-six realms.
Another example is Mr. Wang's life anxiety, which is infinitely full of trance and grotesque.
Mr. Wang has read three books, and he likes the clearer words in Vimo Volume.
I also heard that the pure land is four inches deep, which is particularly charming when printed.
The net country of the west has not yet arrived, so what's the point of writing next time?
There are endless flowers on Andrew's tree, and it rains more and better. 360 days is the time when bloom flowers fall.
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Three poems of autumn heart
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The heart of autumn is like the sea, but there are unexpected autumn souls.
Desert tulips in the arms, elegant ancient Yu Pei in the waist.
The northwest is cold, and the sword is full of southeast flutes.
There are countless big stars, and they fall into the forest in January.
Secondly,
Suddenly, an official came to the gate and the crowd was pitching.
New knowledge touches the eyes of spring clouds, and the older generation fills the chest and rains at night.
It is difficult to get the correct answer if there is a spirit in heaven, and don't be false if the word yin is invalid.
The Hakkas in Xiaolai are poor and rich, and there are countless people in southern Hunan.
third
What am I thinking? My mind is full of aura.
If there is no road through Bihan, the soil will erode Hanhua and this tomb.
A surname is buried in a certain water and mountain, and its taste is known by its hairpin and handkerchief.
From the outside of the balcony, I can see a graceful autumn star or a gentleman.